How is that possible?!

"Oh, it's that blonde Barbie again," Wade grumbled. "Look at his teeth, they're so white they look like he just did a whitening test for a toothpaste company. I bet his poop smells like vanilla."

"He's the most famous person on Earth right now," the weasel said, wiping a cup. "I heard the prize money for the champion is fifty million."

"How many?!"

Wade nearly fell off his chair.

"Fifty million. US dollars. After tax," the weasel added. "And you can join that Super Seven. Room and board included, plus medical insurance."

Wade stared at the screen, his eyes, visible through his mask, wide as saucers.

Fifty million……

How many tacos could this buy? How many gold-plated Desert Eagles could this buy?

Will this give him a face that doesn't look so much like the one Freddy raped?

No, her face is definitely beyond saving.

But money is a good thing.

and……

The crazy voice echoed in Wade's mind again.

(Wade A: Hey Wade! Just think about it! This is a global live stream! If we could kill someone on live stream... oh no, I mean perform! How much fun would that be?)

(Wade B: Hydra! Those bastards are still looking for us! If we became big stars and were on TV every day, they'd have a stroke from anger!)

Wade: "Shut up, you two."

"Who are you talking to?" the weasel asked casually.

"With my financial advisor."

Wade suddenly stood up, his movement so forceful that it overturned the chair.

"Weasel! Lend me your computer! Your computer filled with all sorts of people!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to sign up!" Wade jumped onto the bar, striking an extremely flamboyant pose. "I want to be a superhero! I want to be Homelander's best buddy! I want all of America to fall in love with this sexy avocado!"

"You're insane." The weasel looked at him. "They want a hero, not a deranged killer. And your face... are you planning to keep wearing that tattered mask forever?"

"It's all about mystery! You wouldn't understand!" Wade pointed at Jessica Jones on TV. "Look at that 'Queen Jones,' she looks constipated but she still becomes famous. I could do it too!"

"and……"

Wade's voice suddenly lowered, revealing a rare hint of coldness.

"I am a victim of the system, a weasel."

He touched the uneven skin beneath his hoodie.

"I am the bastard child of the Cold War, the product of those dirty deals between Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D."

"They made me like this, like a pile of shit."

"Now, which Homelander is saying they're looking for 'freaks'?"

Wade grinned.

"Then let them see what a real freak is."

"I'm going to go and turn that reality show upside down."

……

Water International New York Headquarters, Advanced Fitness Training Center.

This is the Starr Group's top-of-the-line training ground, with walls made of a special alloy that can withstand tank fire, and the ground paved with energy-absorbing materials that can absorb huge impacts.

The air was filled with ozone and the smell of sweat from intense exercise.

"Bang—!!!"

A loud bang.

A ten-ton hydraulic impact testing machine was brought to a sudden stop by a pale fist.

The numbers jumped wildly on the display screen, finally settling on: 18.5 tons.

"Fuck..."

Jessica Jones, panting heavily, withdrew her fist.

She was drenched in sweat, and her white "Queen" bodysuit was soaked through, clinging tightly to her skin and outlining the lines and contours of every muscle.

Her black hair clung wetly to her cheeks, and her eyes held a wild, untamed quality.

"This dress...it's fucking tight." She tugged at the collar, trying to let some air out of her chest.

"Don't complain, Your Majesty. This is to get you used to being in combat while wearing a uniform."

Wu Yanzu sat on a leather sofa to the side, holding a glass of iced Water energy drink, looking as relaxed as if he were watching a play.

He was wearing a black tactical training uniform, without a cape, and the tight-fitting material showed off his perfect inverted triangle physique.

"18 tons." Wu Yanzu glanced at the data, shook his head, and said with a hint of disappointment, "Jessica, is this your limit?"

"Shut up, you golden retriever." Jessica grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down. "That's a ten-ton hydraulic press! I almost dismantled it!"

"Yes, brute force."

"Fuck," Jessica cursed, "Why don't you try it yourself?"

"Me?" Wu Yanzu smiled.

He didn't move.

Her eyes were just slightly red.

"Sizzle—!!"

Two thin beams of heat shot out, precisely severing one of the hydraulic pipes of the hydraulic press.

"boom!!"

The machine, deprived of pressure, instantly malfunctioned.

"I have a simpler way to solve the problem," Wu Yanzu shrugged.

"Cheating bastard."

Wu Yanzu stood up and put down his water glass.

He slowly walked towards the center of the training field.

"You're like a Ferrari with only an accelerator and no steering wheel. It has a lot of power, but... it's full of flaws."

He walked up to Jessica, extended his left hand, and shook a metal ring on his wrist that was flashing red.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Your dog collar?" Jessica retorted.

"This is a power limiter developed by Vought Technology," Wu Yanzu said with a smile. "I set it at... well, 3 tons. That's one-sixth of your maximum strength."

"If I use more force than this value, this bracelet will sound an alarm and release high-voltage electricity to punish me."

"What do you mean?" Jessica frowned.

"What I mean is," Wu Yanzu beckoned to her with his finger, a confident smile that was incredibly irritating, "I'll fight you with these 3 tons of strength."

"Are you serious?" Jessica narrowed her eyes, like a lioness who had spotted her prey.

"I'm very serious! If you can beat me..." Wu Yanzu pointed to the wine cabinet next to him, "that bottle of Macallan 64 that I treasure is yours."

Jessica's eyes lit up instantly.

"You asked for this, Golden Retriever."

Jessica cracked her neck.

"Don't go crying to your mother."

boom--!

Before Wu Yanzu could react, Jessica had already shot out like a cannonball!

She hadn't studied any martial arts; her fighting style was an upgraded version of street brawls—fast, ruthless, and straightforward.

This punch, carrying a terrifying kinetic energy of over 10 tons, went straight for Wu Yanzu's handsome face!

"Good timing."

Wu Yanzu's voice was very soft.

He didn't hide.

Just as Jessica's fist was about to touch him, he slightly turned to the side and gently placed his left hand on Jessica's wrist.

Following Jessica's momentum, gently "straighten" her.

"Holy crap...?"

Jessica felt as if she had punched a ball of cotton, and then a tremendous force rebounded from her own fist!

She lost her balance instantly!

Wu Yanzu took a step forward and gently leaned his shoulder against her chest.

"Bang!"

There's nothing fancy about it.

Jessica felt like she had been hit by the side of a speeding train!

"Hmm!"

She let out a muffled groan and flew backward, covering a distance of seven or eight meters before rolling awkwardly twice on the ground.

"How is that possible?!"