Tru: Translate this, what does "surprise" mean!

Fortunately, Uncle Long's lamentation did not last too long.

After filling out the registration form, Riley called Uncle Long and told him the new meeting place.

When the three met again, faced with Riley's audacious plan of acting first and asking questions later, Uncle Long immediately showed a strange expression of wanting to say something but holding back.

Ultimately, given that Riley was a minor, Jackie Chan was strongly opposed to Riley participating in such a dangerous activity as wrestling.

However, considering that Riley often fights against vicious criminals as Spider-Man, he cannot be judged by the standards of his peers.

Furthermore, aside from participating in the competition, the three outsiders currently have no better way to approach the bull warrior who possesses the bull talisman in order to further verify the authenticity of the talisman.

After a moment's hesitation, Uncle Long had no choice but to reluctantly agree to Riley's plan, and repeatedly warned Riley to be careful.

Incidentally, given that the power of the Ox Talisman is still unclear at this moment...

Uncle Long's warning was for Riley to go easy on him, lest he accidentally hurt the Bull Warrior.

After reaching a consensus, the three of them first found a restaurant and enjoyed a delicious local meal.

Then, Riley randomly picked a mask from the ones provided by the arena and put it on. As a contestant, he stepped backstage at the wrestling arena.

Uncle Long, on the other hand, brought Xiao Yu along and bought tickets to enter as audience members.

When Xiaoyu saw Paco again, she was full of confidence. She told Paco that Riley had already entered the competition and would definitely defeat the Bull Warrior. Then, led by Paco, who was equally unconvinced, she walked to the vicinity of the ring and occupied the front row seats for the best viewing experience.

And that's why, at this moment, the three people whose attention was entirely focused on the bull warrior were unaware that...

Not long after the three of them finished their meal and left the restaurant, Tru entered with members of the Black Hand gang, his face ashen.

Clearly, after searching the market for most of the day without finding Riley and Jade, they were in a very bad mood.

So I decided to try my luck at the restaurant and see if Riley and the others happened to be eating there, and maybe get something to eat to treat my rumbling stomach.

Unfortunately, the entrances and exits, designed for ordinary people, are clearly not large enough to accommodate Tru's large frame.

In the past, Tru would have chosen to give up and wait for his underlings to go in, buy food, and then pack it up and deliver it to him.

But now, Tru, who had been busy all day and was in a terrible mood, just wanted to find a place to sit down and rest.

Therefore, looking at the entrance in front of him, which was obviously disproportionate to his own size, Tru, who was inexplicably filled with anger, ignored the advice of his subordinates and confronted the door.

Tru tried various techniques—sideways, squatting, bending over—but couldn't get into the restaurant to eat. Instead, he got stuck in the doorway, finding himself in a dilemma.

Tru could clearly feel that the number of people staring at him, whether in restaurants or on the street, was constantly increasing.

Some of them couldn't contain themselves and burst into laughter.

This instantly pushed Tru's anger to its peak.

In a fit of rage, Tru no longer cared about making a scene or alerting Riley and the others. His only thought was to test his strength against the damned doorframe, unleashing Tru's terrifying power. In the blink of an eye, he had torn the door and wall apart!

The next second, Tru, who had casually torn the door frame in his hand to shreds, swaggered into the restaurant through the passage he had carved out.

Looking around and confirming that those who had dared to mock him earlier were now all silent and trembling, not daring to even breathe, Tru's anger subsided somewhat, and he nodded in satisfaction.

But for Tru, the top enforcer of the Mafia, this level of change was merely "interest."

Furthermore, in order to ensure that everyone present would learn a lesson and know who they can mess with and who they shouldn't, this was all part of the plan.

In order to salvage his image in front of his underlings and avoid any troublemakers who might jeopardize his standing with Valon, he also sought to improve his image.

Even the restaurant owner, who sensed something was wrong, immediately appeared from the kitchen and tremblingly pleaded with Tru.

After looking around, Tru, with the intention of making an example of someone, walked straight towards a stranger sitting in the far corner of the restaurant.

"Ugh, you're filthy, it's disgusting to look at you... Get out of here and make room for me!"

When the other person noticed Tru's arrival, he looked up a few times, revealing a disheveled face with a stubble, and looked at Tru with a puzzled expression.

Tru simply raised his hand and flipped the man's table off.

Along with the bowl of soup that had just been steaming hot and placed on the table, which hadn't even been tasted yet, it tumbled several times in the air before landing precisely on the man's head, following Tru's movements!

Clearly, in Tru's eyes, this man, who looked as slovenly as a beggar, must have no background whatsoever.

Even if they are bullied by themselves, they can only swallow their anger and silently endure it.

No matter how you look at it, she's the perfect sacrifice to establish her authority.

But what Tru didn't know was...

This time, his choice backfired spectacularly, kicking a metal plate made of vibranium.

Because, right after Tru poured the guest's stew directly over his head.

The guest, who hadn't made a fuss and seemed to be frozen in place in fear, started ticking his watch on his left wrist, and the ticking became increasingly rapid.

When the guest looked up at Tru again, his pupils, which were beginning to show a hint of anger, began to turn a vibrant green at a visible speed.

Even that obviously malnourished, frail body, which looked as if it could be blown over by a strong wind at any moment, began to swell rapidly under Tru's watchful eyes.

In the blink of an eye, his physique changed dramatically, and he was clearly a head taller than Tru!

"..."

Just a moment ago, he seemed like a helpless "beggar." Now, right before my eyes, he's undergone a genetic mutation, transforming into a green monster with clearly defined muscles, radiating power...

Stimulated by the absurd contrast between the before and after scenes, Tru, who was already too shocked to speak, showed an expression of shock followed by confusion.

Finally, he faced the monster before him, its jaws agape in a deafening roar, and a massive iron fist, brimming with rage, hurtling towards his face.

Deeply regretful, Tru, under the influence of adrenaline, experienced a surge of adrenaline that made everything he saw seem to slow down dramatically.

On one hand, he secretly resolved that he would never judge people by their appearance again, and he would never do such a stupid thing that caused trouble again.

As his life unfolded uncontrollably in his mind, Tru seemed possessed by Tom the cat, his face drooping, adopting a helpless and resigned expression, muttering to himself that he had no will to live.

"Oh no, this is going to leave me covered in bruises..."

"I hope my boss will reimburse my medical expenses when I get back..."