Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

This momentum was like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire Hell's Kitchen with overwhelming force.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was stirring the air, forming visible ripples that spread in all directions.

The momentum contained endless majesty and oppression, making everyone in Hell's Kitchen feel difficulty breathing, as if their heart was being tightly grasped by a big hand.

The dozens of people who were spying on the convoy had just gotten rid of the nightmare-like feeling, and felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to their foreheads. Their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, and fear instantly took over their hearts.

The pedestrians on the street seemed to be under a spell, standing still, not daring to move. The noisy gunmen who patrolled Hell's Kitchen on weekdays were also silent, not even noticing the weapons in their hands fall.

Even those hiding in dark corners, thinking that no one could notice them, were shocked by this powerful aura. They broke out in cold sweat and felt as if they were being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move at all.

This momentum was like a thunder, exploding in the sky above Hell's Kitchen, allowing everyone to feel Fisk's shocking power.

The car stops.

The driver was sweating profusely and didn't even have the strength to step on the accelerator.

Fisk opened the door.

The aura from his whole body erupted even more violently, the murderous aura seemed to have materialized, and the thick smell of blood rushed into everyone's nostrils.

Fisk said nothing.

Didn't even make any sound.

But everyone could sense what he meant.

"roll!"

Chapter 160 Don’t know whether to live or die!

"Sorry, sorry, Teacher Qi, I may have been on a business trip recently, so I haven't paid attention to Gwen's studies."

Mrs. Stacy kept apologizing to the teacher on the other end of the phone.

Garden Middle School does not provide happy education, but elite education, and it adopts a last-in-first-out system.

If it weren't for the fact that the dean knew Fisk's identity.

Gwen's grades were good enough to get her dropped out of Garden Middle School.

Mrs. Stacy was now furious.

It didn't occur to her that she hadn't managed Gwen for just a while.

Her grades dropped to the bottom of the school.

She was so angry that she didn't even notice Fisk walking in from the door.

Still apologizing to the teacher on the other end of the phone.

Just hung up the phone.

Mrs. Stacy finally spotted Fisk walking in from outside.

She glared at Fisk in anger, but kept calling Gwen. But strangely, Gwen refused to answer the phone today.

"This dead girl!"

"What's wrong?" Fisk had just come back. He took a shower, changed out of his tight suit, and put on pajamas. He picked up Mrs. Stacy and held her in his arms.

The loose pajamas could not hide his extremely strong body.

The muscles on his body were as fierce as pieces of carefully carved marble, with hard and clear lines, as if they were made of the toughest steel, rippling with a metallic luster.

Those sturdy arms seem to be able to carry a thousand pounds easily, and the broad chest seems to be able to withstand all storms.

The abdominal muscles are like a row of neatly arranged, tight and solid iron blocks, solid and powerful.

As he moved, his muscles trembled slightly, emitting a shocking sense of power, as if containing endless explosive power, which made people afraid.

Mrs. Stacy's eyes were involuntarily attracted to Fisk's strong body. Her eyes gradually became obsessed, her face turned red, and her breathing became rapid.

Clamping the phone with her head, she couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Fisk's iron-hard muscles, her fingers slowly wandering along the lines of the muscles, feeling the powerful touch. Her eyes were full of desire and fascination, as if she was completely intoxicated by this charming body.

Fisk held Mrs. Stacy like an oversized doll.

Mrs. Stacy was wearing a crimson dress that fitted her graceful figure like a second layer of smooth skin.

Her figure is well-proportioned, with a slender waist that can be held in one hand, plump hips and proud breasts. Every curve is just right and full of fatal temptation.

Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, gleaming with a charming luster, as if woven from divine sunlight.

She tilted her head slightly, her white neck was slender and elegant, like a noble swan. On her delicate face, her blue eyes were like a deep lake, making people sink into it and unable to extricate themselves.

Her rosy lips are slightly pursed, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.

It's like a ripe cherry, waiting to be picked.

At this moment, Fisk hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Mrs. Stacy also put her arms around Fisk's neck, rested her head on his broad chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.

The room was quiet and warm, with only the beeping sound of the phone and the two people's breathing mixed together.

At this point, Fisk hugged Mrs. Stacy tightly and rubbed her into his body.

Mrs. Stacy also put her arms around Fisk's neck, rested her head on his broad chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.

Gradually, Fisk's hands began to wander over Mrs. Stacy's body.

His large and powerful palm first gently stroked her silky golden hair, then slowly slid across her fair and slender neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

Fisk then moved his hand down Mrs. Stacy's back.

I could feel her graceful curves through that crimson dress.

His hand lingered around Mrs. Stacy's slender waist, as if measuring the charming curve.

Mrs. Stacy's body trembled slightly, and an extremely attractive blush appeared on her face.

Mrs. Stacy twisted her body slightly, showing no sign of resistance.

Fisk's movements became bolder and bolder. His hands moved to the plump buttocks. The elastic touch made Fisk unable to stop.

"mom!"

The call that couldn't be reached was finally connected.

Gwen's voice came from the other side.

"Where are you?

Gwen?"

Mrs. Stacy's tone suddenly became unusually serious. There was urgency and questioning in her voice, and her brows were tightly furrowed together, forming deep wrinkles.

"Mom, I'm working out in the gym. I'm a little tired and out of breath."

While Gwen was hurriedly answering the phone, she was also looking at the tall enemy in front of her with a sharp gaze and vigilance.

She was still wearing her school uniform, which fit her still young body. As a middle school student, Gwen's figure had begun to show the graceful outline of a girl, with a slender waist and long legs that were straight and strong. However, in sharp contrast to this youthful figure, her face was wearing the mask of Jason, the Crystal Lake Killer.

The mask was hideous and frightening, forming a strong visual impact with Gwen's soft white hair. The white hair fell on Gwen's shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the breeze, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Gwen's school uniform was neat and proper, forming a stark contrast with the scary mask. It was like Halloween, full of strangeness and mystery.

Opposite her was a Japanese.

Wearing an ugly sunburst belt and a simple pair of combat pants, he was shirtless, revealing his solid and strong muscles, but his body was thin, like a chicken.

However, his movements were as sharp as the wind, and each attack was as powerful as thunder. His fists swung at Gwen like a torrential rain, and his kicks were as fast as lightning, drawing sharp arcs in the air.

However, Gwen was agile, like a light swallow. She cleverly avoided the man's fierce attacks again and again, and her white hair fluttered in the wind, as if mocking the man's futility. Despite the man's fierce attack, he just couldn't touch Gwen. She always dodged the man's fatal attack with extremely small movements at the critical moment, making the man's attacks miss again and again, and he could only make angry whistles in the air.

Even while jumping and answering the phone.

But this man was never able to touch Gwen at all.

Listen to the sound coming from over there.

Mrs. Stacy frowned, her brows like two tightly twisted ropes, and she was obviously skeptical about the answer.

But she had no time to think about it at the moment, because Fisk's large, rough hands were doing whatever they wanted to her.

His fingers moved around wantonly, like a reptile out of control, making her feel confused.

Mrs. Stacy's face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple. She bit her lips tightly, trying to keep her voice calm, and said, "Go home right now, do you hear me?"

Mrs. Stacy took a deep breath and tried to push away Fisk's restless hand.

Her hands gripped Fisk's wrists tightly, trying to stop him.

However, she soon found that she was unable to break free.

Fisk's grip was like an iron vice.

Clamp her tightly.

Mrs. Stacy was like a fish caught in a net, struggling desperately but to no avail.

Her eyes were filled with shyness and strange anger, and she couldn't help but curse Fisk's shameless behavior in a low voice.

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the anger and shame that she was trying hard to suppress.

Meanwhile, Gwen hastily responded in the fierce battle: "Got it, Mom, I'll hang up first." Then she hung up the phone without hesitation and threw herself into the battle. Her eyes were firm and resolute, and every attack was full of desperate momentum.

The petite body burst out with amazing strength, and the weapon in her hand was swung with a whirring sound.

Every movement was clean and neat, without any drag.

The man's attack became more and more fierce, but Gwen did not panic at all. She dodged the man's heavy punch by turning sideways and did a roundhouse kick, hitting the man in the waist.

The man roared in pain and rushed towards Gwen again. Gwen jumped up flexibly and flipped in the air to avoid the man's attack. At the same time, he picked up the steel pipe next to him and smashed it down on the man's head.

The man quickly raised his hands to block, but was knocked back a few steps by the huge impact force.

But Gwen didn't give the man a chance to breathe. He rushed forward like lightning and launched a series of fast and precise attacks.

Her speed was so fast that it was dazzling. The man could only defend himself and gradually revealed his flaws.

Gwen's clothes were soaked with sweat, but a disdainful smile flashed at the corner of her mouth under the mask.

As the phone call ended, Mrs. Stacy's breathing became rapid and her heart beat like a drum, but Fisk still showed no sign of stopping.

Take measures!