chapter 127 part 2
"What a moving love story!" one Okama sobbed.
"Yes, for the one he loves, he's willing to endure so much pain, even harming himself. It's so noble!" another added, their cries growing louder.
The Okama King Ivankov struggled to maintain a cool exterior. He cleared his throat lightly and said, "Go back to your room for now. Calm yourself down."
Ren Arakawa slowly got to his feet and trudged back to his room with heavy steps.
As the door shut with a "bang," Ivankov could no longer suppress his inner feelings.
His body first trembled slightly, then his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground and began to roll around.
Tears burst from his eyes like a broken dam, the torrent spreading out in all directions as if a fire hydrant had been opened.
In no time, puddles began to form on the small plaza, threatening to submerge the entire area.
As he wept, Ivankov clenched his fists, secretly vowing, "I must make this lovesick Ren stronger! He is so devoted; his love must not end in regret! I will definitely lend him a hand so he can successfully marry his childhood sweetheart! Waaah!"
His cries echoed in the open space, mingling with the sounds of the other Okama "bailing out the flood" with buckets. Peeking through the crack in his door, Ren Arakawa let out a sigh of relief.
Learning Armament Haki was now on the agenda.
The day of the prison break...
was not far off.
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On the bustling streets of Times Square, Stephen Fang walked along, holding a chicken burrito.
"Two dollah, two dollah."
"Two dollah, two dollah."
A Chinese street vendor holding some toys, his English clearly not fluent, passed in front of Stephen Fang. Fang glanced at him, then pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, the largest he had, and offered it.
"I bought it all."
The Chinese vendor froze for a second. He didn't take the money, just clutched the toy in his hand and kept repeating, "Two dollah, two dollah. Two dollah, two dollah."
Stephen Fang had to hand it to him.
What kind of genius was this? He learned one phrase and started an international trade business.
He happened to have two one-dollar coins. Stephen Fang handed them over. "Buy one."
The "Dollah" guy acted as if he'd never seen a coin before. He pulled out a paper bill, chanting, "Two dollah, two dollah. Two dollah, two dollah."
Finally holding the hard-won toy, Stephen Fang returned to Stark Tower in Manhattan.
Ever since Tony Stark was targeted for revenge by the Ten Rings and his seaside mansion was bombed.
The top floor of Stark Tower, located in the prime real estate of Manhattan, New York, had become the new home for Stephen Fang, Tony Stark, and Thor.
Taking the elevator to the top floor, Stephen Fang tossed the toy to Thor, who was lounging on the sofa drinking.
The toy hit Thor, who yelped, "Ow~!" and spilled draft beer all over his lap.
"Why'd you hit me?"
"Looking at you like this, I couldn't help it," Stephen Fang said, taking out his phone and snapping a picture of Thor.
He showed the photo to Thor. "Look at yourself. Do you look even a tiny bit like the Son of Odin? What's the difference between you and the idiot sons of those North American farmers? Oh, there is a difference. You're a lonely old bachelor."
But Thor was completely thick-skinned. He opened a new keg of beer, didn't even bother to change his pants, and plopped right back down into the depression his butt had made in the sofa. "Besides you, who else cares? Ho ho~ What else can I do besides drink beer, eat popcorn, and watch TV?"
Stephen Fang rolled his eyes at Thor. "You need to try calling out to Odin in your heart, tell him to give you back your divine power. If he doesn't, you can't go back to Asgard, and who's going to get me Asgardian magic then?"
Thor sighed. "Father won't answer me anymore. He's completely disappointed in me. He won't answer... He won't."
Just as he said that, Thor was about to take a sip of beer to suppress the sorrow in his heart.
The moment the beer touched his tongue, a rainbow descended from the sky, striking the rooftop of Stark Tower!
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The mighty Thor nearly choked to death on his beer! He stared at the rainbow and scrambled to his feet. "It's the Bifrost! It's the Bifrost! They've come to get me!"
He started to run forward but was pulled back by Stephen Fang.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Thor had a strange expression. "Didn't you want Asgardian magic? How am I supposed to get it for you if I don't go back?"
The corner of Stephen Fang's mouth twitched. "You'd better take a look and see if they're here to take you home or to send you to the afterlife."
Thor turned his head and looked at the figure appearing from deep within the rainbow light.
Crap!
How is it the ultimate weapon... the Destroyer!?
(end of chapter)