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

The wind from his fists whistled like thunder, and Gwen suddenly felt the pressure doubled like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Dealing with Dong Zhang had already consumed a lot of her energy, and the fierce confrontation caused her physical strength to be rapidly depleted.

And now, facing Terry, a powerful new opponent, she suddenly fell into an even more difficult predicament.

Terry Bogard's Bajiquan is extremely powerful and has the terrifying ability to split mountains and rocks.

He swung his fist suddenly, and that fist was like a cannonball, carrying endless power, and easily destroyed a car parked on the side of the road.

The car was severely deformed in an instant under this violent force, the metal shell was twisted and wrinkled, the window glass was shattered and cracked, parts flew everywhere, and a sharp and piercing sound was made.

He turned around quickly again, and his elbow, like a heavy hammer, hit the wall of the building next to him with a force as heavy as thunder.

With a loud bang, the wall collapsed, bricks and stones rolled to the ground like a rainstorm, and raised a cloud of dust that covered the sky.

The eye-piercing dust spread, as if casting a thick layer of haze over the entire battlefield.

Gwen was caught in the fierce attack and tried hard to dodge.

Terry's punches were so fast that Gwen's eyes couldn't keep up with his movements.

Every time Terry attacked, it was done with terrifying momentum.

Gwen could only rely on her spider sense and the little strength she had left to dodge, and the sweat on her head fell like rain.

But Terry didn't give her any chance to breathe. He attacked her one move after another, like a surging wave.

Gwen's steps began to falter.

His movements were no longer as agile and flexible as before, and he gradually revealed flaws and was at a clear disadvantage.

The noise of the fight attracted the attention of passers-by.

It also attracted the attention of the patrolling gunman.

Because they were afraid that these fighters would cause trouble without restraint in New York.

Therefore, Lester deployed a large number of manpower in various corners of New York in order to discover and monitor those fighters who had been exposed.

Although it happened in a secluded neighborhood, the noise of the fierce fight still attracted the attention and attention of the gunmen.

They had no intention of interfering.

After all, various conflicts often occur in the chaotic streets at night.

For them, as long as these disputes do not spread to Hell's Kitchen, everything is still under control.

They have been patrolling every day these days and are used to seeing street brawls and fights between martial artists.

Even small-scale riots have become somewhat numb.

Unless they receive clear instructions, most of them choose to wait and see and are unwilling to get involved easily.

But Gwen couldn't help but call for help, her voice filled with extreme fear and helplessness.

At this critical moment, she could no longer care about anything else and just wanted to grab this possible life-saving straw.

At this time, the gunmen heard a familiar voice, but still had some doubts.

Until Gwenfen took off the mask on his face, revealing his young face covered with sweat and dust.

The gunmen looked at each other with expressions of surprise and hesitation on their faces.

However, soon their expressions became firm, and many of them knew Gwen.

"Yes...Gwen, do it!" a gunman shouted.

Gunshots rang out immediately.

Dense bullets blocked the fighters' attack routes.

Giving Gwen a chance to catch her breath.

However, although the gunmen had weapons in their hands, they were no match for the two fighters.

Terry's Bajiquan is fierce and domineering, and every attack carries a terrifying momentum to destroy everything.

The force of the punch was like a violent storm, making people tremble with fear.

A gunman just raised his gun but didn't have time to aim.

Terry flashed in front of him like a ghost.

Terry suddenly threw a heavy punch, which was as fast and powerful as a cannonball. The gunman had no time to react and was knocked flying.

His body fell heavily to the ground like a thrown sandbag, making a dull sound, and he lost consciousness instantly.

Seeing this, the other gunmen stopped firing and shot in panic.

Bullets rained down on Terry.

Dong Zhang's leg skills were as sharp as the wind. With a swift sweep, his legs were like two hard iron rods, making a whistling sound.

Several gunmen were kicked to the ground in an instant. They groaned in pain and rolled on the ground, but their lives were not in danger for the time being.

But Terry next to him seemed to be bloodthirsty.

Or maybe it was because of being hit by a bullet and the pain stimulated the brain.

He hit harder.

A gunman who was unable to dodge was instantly hit by the powerful punch.

His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, drawing a miserable arc in the air, and then hit the wall hard.

The huge impact caused cracks to appear on the wall, and he slid down again, like a tattered rag. Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, staining the ground red, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Meet Mr. Fisk's subordinates, who were injured or even killed.

Gwen was distraught, her eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

She tried to help, but under the powerful attack of Terry and Dong Zhang, every punch and every kick seemed like an invisible barrier, preventing her from getting close, let alone escaping.

Soon, the gunmen were dealt with by the two men.

The two fighters also turned their attention back to Gwen.

Just as Gwen was facing a life-or-death situation, a figure fell from the sky and smashed a big hole on the ground. Fisk, who was still wearing his pants, arrived at the scene at Gwen's critical moment.

Fisk's appearance startled everyone; his sturdy body exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Terry and Dong Zhang stopped their attack and looked at the sudden uninvited guest with caution.

Fisk stood up, dusted himself off, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

His naked upper body was exposed to everyone without reservation, his muscles bulging like sculptures, with hard and clear lines.

His broad chest was like an indestructible wall, and his thick pectoral muscles were like two huge iron plates, rising and falling slightly with his breathing, exuding a terrifying sense of power.

His sturdy arms seemed to contain endless explosive power, with his biceps bulging high, like a ferocious monster lurking under the skin, ready to break out of the cocoon at any time.

His abdominal muscles were tightly packed together like solid armor, each one as hard as rock, highlighting his astonishing core strength.

His shoulders are as broad as a mountain, carrying endless majesty and dominance.

The muscles of the back are like a rolling mountain range, full of powerful tension.

The light shone on his sweaty skin, reflecting a dazzling glow and making his ferocious muscle lines even more eye-catching. He looked like a god of war from ancient times, which was intimidating.

However, above those muscles full of power and majesty, there are some eye-catching red lip marks.

These marks formed a sharp contrast with his powerful image, like traces of tenderness left on this iron god of war.

He glanced at the dead gunmen around him, his eyes cold as ice, as if the disappearance of these lives was like the death of ants to him, meaningless.

Looking at Dong Zhang and Terry Bogard.

Staring at each other's Asian and white faces.

A hideous smile appeared at the corner of Fisk's mouth. That smile was like a demon from hell, which made people shudder.

He lowered his head.

The gunman next to him was not dead yet. He struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with desire for survival and fear of death.

But because his lumbar vertebrae were broken, he could only lie on the ground, his face as pale as a piece of white paper, he kept shaking, and an indistinct whimpering sound came from his throat.

Fisk went up and kicked him in the head, his movement was clean and neat, without any hesitation or mercy.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and blood spurted out like a fountain, forming a bloody arc in the air, and then fell on Fisk's body. Those originally charming lip prints were instantly covered with blood and became blurred.

"Useless trash." Fisk said coldly, his voice full of ruthlessness and contempt, as if the person whose life he had just ended was not a person, but a worthless object.

Then, Fisk seemed to change his face and showed Gwen a concerned look.

's eyes instantly softened, full of worry and pity. He quickly walked to Gwen and said softly, "Are you okay, Gwen?" He reached out and stroked Gwen's face.

"Mr. Fisk, I'm sorry, I'm fine."

Fisk tapped her head gently and said gently, "If you don't obey me again next time, I will discuss with Mrs. Stacy and send you to boarding school."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the two people who were still standing there, "Tsk tsk tsk, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Chapter 161: If you disobey, you will be punished.

Fisk stood there with a grim smile on his face, but he did not radiate any strong aura.

However, just based on the sturdy body, ferocious muscles, and the deep sunken hole in the ground, both fighters Dong Zhang and Terry Bogard had serious expressions on their faces.

However, they had no intention of retreating.

On the contrary, the fighting spirit deep in his heart had already burst out uncontrollably like surging magma.

The two people looked at each other and saw determination and resoluteness in each other's eyes.

No action is required.

As if they had telepathic connection, they attacked at the same time.

One on the left and one on the right, like two bolts of lightning, they rushed towards Fisk with an unstoppable momentum.

Dong Zhang's body was as fast as the wind. He kicked his left leg hard and jumped high into the air like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

He used his unique skill "Whirlwind Fist" in the air.

The whirlwind fist is Dong Zhang's famous skill, which incorporates the essentials of Muay Thai.