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

It turned out that there were charity stalls on both sides of the street in front of them, distributing free food to homeless people and some poor people. Black flags were fluttering in the wind, with a unique logo on them.

The logo looks like an abstract flower with irregular, slightly curled petals surrounding a circular pattern in the middle. The whole logo exudes a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

It was precisely because of this charity stall that a large number of homeless people and some Japanese women who wanted to get a bargain crowded in front of the stall.

The homeless people, wearing dirty clothes, with messy hair and eager looks on their faces, pushed each other, trying to get closer to the stalls to get free food.

The Japanese women, some carrying baskets, some pulling carts, chattering, and trying hard to squeeze to the front of the stalls.

The road was already very narrow, and with the crowding, the lane became even more difficult to navigate.

Vehicles were struggling to move through the crowd, and drivers kept honking their horns, making shrill sounds, but this did nothing to get the crowd to give way.

The crowd was like a group of densely packed ants, blocking the road so tightly that it was as congested as a can of sardines. Vehicles could only move bit by bit, and every short distance forward seemed extremely difficult.

At this moment, many Japanese people in black suits walked out from the roadside in the distance, with petal medals on their chests. It was obvious at a glance that they were in cahoots with this charity booth.

After these people appeared, they quickly began to maintain order. They shuttled among the crowd, and their serious expressions seemed to carry an invisible deterrent. With their appearance, the chaotic crowd gradually began to become orderly, and the road slowly began to resume traffic.

Fisk leaned back in his chair and looked at everything in the distance.

She was distributing food continuously, and her fair and slender hands gently picked up the food. Her movements were soft and graceful, as if she was performing a sacred ritual.

Everyone standing next to her respected her very much. The Japanese people in black suits who were originally busy maintaining order, their expressions became particularly solemn when they approached her. They lowered their heads slightly, and their behavior was full of respect.

It is not difficult to tell from her attitude that her status must be very high.

"What are you looking at?" Erica came closer and looked into the distance following Fisk's gaze. Melanie also turned her head. She was originally comparing the gap between herself and Mai Shiranui. To be honest, she was a little confused about what Mai Shiranui had eaten and why her female characteristics were so much bigger than hers?

Melanie also looked over not far away and immediately saw the black flag. She curled her lips in disdain and said, "This is the flag of the Shangshan family, a local tyrant in Japan. They were always very low-key before, but have been very active recently. I dealt with them during my time in Japan."

She paused, and when she saw that everyone's eyes were turned to her, she immediately pretended to be mysterious and said in a rather mysterious tone: "Legend has it that they are the descendants of the Yamata no Orochi, and are the oldest family in the whole of Japan. Throughout the long history of Japan, the name of this family has appeared from time to time like a ghost, and is always involved in some major historical events or mysterious legends.

They are like giant pythons hiding in the darkness, usually silent, but once they take action, they will cause a stir on Japanese soil.

However, no one can tell how true these legends are. But it is undeniable that this family does have deep roots and influence in Japan. Whether in the business field or behind politics, their shadows seem to be visible.

"Yamata no Orochi?" Fisk clicked his tongue. "These Japanese are really good at flattering themselves!"

Fisk's eyes turned away from the woman in the distance.

Fisk's eyes moved away from the woman in the distance. But the woman seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised her head, her eyes locked on Fisk who was sitting in the nanny car, her eyes were extremely sharp, like a sharp sword, piercing people with some pain.

Fisk turned his head with some confusion.

The two looked at each other, and the air seemed to freeze. The sharp gaze like a sword was crushed, and Fisk's majestic momentum swept away.

There was a slight cracking sound on the glass in front of him, and the sound was like ice cracking in winter. Extremely tiny cracks began to spread on the glass like spider webs.

The woman who was distributing food in the distance suddenly turned pale. Her pale face was as pure as snowflakes, forming a strong contrast with her delicate features, making people want to protect her. Her slightly trembling lips seemed to tell of her inner reluctance.

She was unwilling to admit defeat, and a golden light flashed in the depths of her pupils, which was like a mysterious flame burning, as if to compete with Fisk's momentum. But as Fisk's pupils turned extremely black, countless soul light balls rippled in the depths of his pupils, like an endless abyss swallowing everything.

The woman's expression immediately became a little strange. Her originally pale face was now stained with a blush, just like the peach blossoms in full bloom in early spring, so beautiful that it was about to burst into tears. The blush spread from her cheeks to her small earlobes, as if someone had gently bitten her.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her fair skin was faintly revealed at the exquisite neckline of her kimono, exuding an extremely seductive aura.

Her originally sharp gaze softened, with a hint of confusion and shyness, which intertwined with her holy temperament, forming a unique and extremely seductive contrast.

Everyone in the car also noticed that something was wrong.

However, as Fisk's momentum subsided, everything returned to normal.

"what happened?"

"It's okay!" Fisk waved his hand and said to May Parker in front of him, "Drive faster, I'm hungry!"

The nanny car drove away.

The woman continued to hand out the food in her hands mechanically.

But the servants beside her noticed her change.

"Owner?"

“It’s okay!” The woman shook her head, her voice hoarse and strange: “I’m a little tired, accompany me to change clothes.”

"Okay, master!" The servant helped the woman take a step back, and other people immediately came up and continued to distribute rice, soup and other things in an orderly manner.

The two walked slowly towards the car parked not far away. Every time the woman took a step, her clogs would hit the ground lightly. The sound was not as crisp as usual, but rather had a soft feeling, as if every step was plucked at people's heartstrings.

The attendant followed beside her, with some doubts in her heart, and subconsciously looked down at the ground. This look instantly attracted her attention.

It turned out that the white socks that the woman wore inside her clogs had been soaked through. The socks were tightly attached to her small and delicate feet, vaguely outlining the outline of her toes, like a flower bud about to bloom.

The wet parts of the socks became somewhat transparent, as if one could see the delicate and warm skin through the thin fabric. With every step she took, the soaked socks would slightly deform with her movements, as if gently caressing the inside of the clogs, with a silent temptation.

"Master, you..." The servant said in surprise, and his eyes swept back and forth over the woman, only to find that it was not only her socks that were soaked, but also her exquisite kimono. The kimono, which was originally elegant in color, became darker in the places stained by sweat, as if it was a flower soaked in water.

"I'm fine!" The woman's voice was decisive but a little shy. She raised her hand slightly, as if trying to hide her embarrassed appearance.

However, she immediately added: "The black nanny car that just passed by the stall, I want to know where it went."

As she spoke, a complex light flashed in her eyes, a look that was a mixture of curiosity, vigilance and inexplicable emotion. She slightly frowned her willow-like eyebrows, as if she wanted to recall more details about the black nanny car from the fleeting glimpse just now.

But, it's the only thing left in my mind.

But it was just that pupil that looked like an abyss.

Chapter 206: Snake = Lady Viper

"Put these things outside."

"Also, that side needs to be reinforced as well."

"And, all these things need to be reinforced..."

The recent earthquakes in Japan, although not of high magnitude, are extremely frequent. Under such circumstances, the merchants in Shinjuku naturally take it very seriously. After all, no one wants to suffer property losses or even threaten personal safety due to earthquakes. Every slight vibration seems to remind them that danger may come at any time, so everyone is doing their best to take preventive measures.

Fisker got out of the car and saw a tavern in front of him. This kind of tavern, which looks like a family hotel, is everywhere in Japan. They have a unique atmosphere of fireworks, as if they are a microcosm of Japanese urban life. However, this tavern is a little different. The Michelin logo at the door is prominently displayed, which shows that it is not an ordinary tavern.

However, the sign was covered with dust, indicating that the owner of the tavern might not care much about it.

There was a food truck parked at the door, the kind of mobile food truck you see in food courts. The truck was spotlessly clean, forming a sharp contrast with the black Michelin logo.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, good wine needs no bush." ​​Fisk said to Melanie with a smile, "Is this the delicacy you're talking about?"

"Of course." Melanie nodded and said with certainty: "It's here, let's go in!"

"What about this?" Erica suddenly stopped them and pointed to the suitcase beside her.

Fisk pondered for a few seconds, then walked over and grasped the metal pole.

Pull upward with force.

Accompanied by a puff sound.

A dull bass sound came from the suitcase, and transparent liquid continued to drip down from the metal rod in his hand.

Fisk swung it gently and threw it to May Parker not far away.

Then, he opened the zipper and said to Erica, "Take our Ms. Natasha to change clothes. We will go in and wait for you first!"

"Okay!" Erica did not refuse. She closed the car door and pulled the curtains of the nanny car. It seemed that she still wanted to save some face for Ms. Natasha.

"Buzz~"

The ground shook again.

Fisk and others who had just arrived in Japan had become accustomed to the earthquakes that occurred at all times, and the Japanese around them were even more accustomed to them.

Melanie led the way.

Just as I was about to push open the door of the restaurant, the Japanese sliding door opened first, and a sturdy bald man in a chef's uniform was standing inside the door. He opened the door with a smile on his face, and that smile seemed to carry the warmth of the sun, kind and natural.

He bent down slightly and made a gesture to invite people in. His chef's uniform was clean and tidy, without a trace of oil stain, and it was obvious that it had been carefully taken care of.

His bald head gleamed slightly in the light, like a polished pebble.

"welcome!"

Melanie rolled her eyes, retracted her hand, and finally said to Fisk: "This is... Monk Benyuan!" Melanie wanted to say other names, but when she saw the bald man's gaze, she hesitated and said: "This guy is a monk who eats meat. He couldn't be a monk anymore, so he opened a restaurant. But his skills are first-class in Japan. If you want to eat specialties, you have to come to a small restaurant like this."

Wenwu looked at Fisk, a hint of caution flashing in his eyes. As a fellow warrior, he could sense the strong smell of blood on Fisk, a smell that could only be accumulated after killing thousands of people. It seemed to have penetrated deep into the soul and could not be washed away no matter how hard he tried.

He subconsciously touched his chest. He also had such a smell on him, but it was accumulated after many years of fighting in the bloody storm. Behind every trace of blood was a cruel past.

Wenwu's eyes flickered between Fisk and Melanie, thinking secretly in his heart.

Melanie, the boss, is not an ordinary businessman as she said... But what does this have to do with me? He shook his head slightly, as if to get rid of these distracting thoughts from his mind.

In his opinion, anyone who came to his house was a guest. As long as they came to eat, he would do his job as a chef. As for other things, he didn't want to delve into it too much.

The smile on his face was still friendly. He slightly turned sideways, made a more respectful gesture of inviting people in, and said in a gentle voice: "Welcome to our shop, please come in.

Today we have the freshest ingredients, and I will carefully prepare a sumptuous meal for you." Those enthusiastic words seemed to dispel the solemnity in the air and make the atmosphere relaxed again.

"Hahaha, Master Benyuan, you're too polite!" Fisk also had a gentle smile on his face. The two men shook hands with each other and walked into the small restaurant under the guidance of Wenwu.

Or, to use the native Japanese term, it should be called - Izakaya!

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Yashida Building, Osaka.

Ophelia is getting dressed up.

She stood in front of the gorgeous dressing mirror, like a heroine about to go on stage, her fingers gently stroking over the exquisite clothes, and finally chose a green open-chested suit that was subtle but not lacking in temptation.

The fabric of the blazer has a delicate texture, and it gleams with a low-key luster under the light. The slim fit perfectly outlines her slender waist, showing a unique feminine grace. The just-right open-chest design reveals a piece of fair skin, exuding a seductive atmosphere, as if telling a mysterious story implicitly. Every detail finds a perfect balance between temptation and dignity.

She gently stroked the collar of her suit, with a satisfied smile on her lips. Then, she picked out a pair of black high heels from the shoe rack. The heels were slender and tall. When she put them on, her whole figure became more upright and elegant. She turned around in front of the mirror. Her outfit was like a carefully crafted work of art, showing the competence of a career woman and the unique charm of a woman.

Of course, she would not forget the jewelry. She opened the exquisite jewelry box, as if she had opened a box full of treasures. Her eyes shuttled through the many jewelry, and finally picked up a thin platinum necklace. The pendant of the necklace was a teardrop-shaped emerald. The deep and transparent green seemed to hide a mysterious forest. Under the light, it reflected a charming brilliance. She gently put the necklace on her neck, and the pendant just fell between her slightly exposed collarbones, adding a touch of elegance to her temperament.

She likes green!

This may be because the color green is more easily associated with snakes.

Viper's snake!

"Where are you going?" An old voice sounded from not far away. In the electric wheelchair was a skinny old man. In his deep eye sockets, his eyes were cloudy and dim, as if covered by a layer of fog of time.

The skin on his face drooped loosely, and was covered with crisscrossing wrinkles like ravines. Each wrinkle seemed to tell the vicissitudes of his long life.

"Of course, I'm going on a date." Ophelia stretched out her finger and blew a kiss to herself in the mirror, then turned around and looked at the old man, "Why, are you jealous, old man?"