The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Fox was content to put down her chopsticks and pressed her stomach without a trace.

Surprisingly, there was a strange feeling of happiness.

Originally, she had little hope for Mike and was prepared to eat without changing her face as long as it was cooked.

But now…… only begged to just eat it with an expression that was not too hideous and disgraceful in front of her idol.

Such a thought just appeared…… “Burp!”

She actually couldn’t help but burp.

She blushed and coughed softly, but pretended that nothing happened, her temperament was still sultry and cold. “It’s delicious!”

Gwen reluctantly finished the last bite of her meal, feeling like she had just entered heaven, as if a group of people with musical instruments appeared in her head, smashing and pounding a beautiful music that made her soul out of her body.

Mike pulled out a tissue, wiped Gwen’s mouth meticulously, and asked Fox, “How’s that? Is it still to your liking?”

“It’s so good.” Fox couldn’t help but praise, “This is the best Chinese food I’ve ever eaten, no, the best dish I’ve ever eaten.”

This is not an exaggeration, she almost swallowed her tongue just now as well. Mike smiled slightly, patted Gwen’s hand that picked up the fork, glared at Gwen who was already about to eat up, and served the last remaining bit of the dish under Gwen’s reluctant gaze.

Mike made a lot of dishes, each serving, they really could not eat, otherwise, the two women would not have let the dish survive.

Fox and Gwen looked at each other, their eyes full of regret.

While Mike washed the dishes, Gwen pulled Fox to watch TV.

And after Mike finished cleaning up and walked out of the kitchen, he saw that Gwen had fallen asleep on Fox’s lap.

“The little guy.” Mike looked at Gwen dotingly, picked the little guy up, put him back into Gwen’s bedroom, covered Gwen with the blanket and then carefully closed the door.

Watching this scene, Fox was incomparably envious. She once had such a perfect family and a dad who loved her, but…… “What’s on your mind?”

Mike came over with two cups of tea, and after handing one to Fox, he took a sip himself and let out a soothing breath.

“Taste it, it will help digestion.”

Fox looked at the light green tea in front of him, picked at the hair hanging down in front of him, and said to Mike, “Gwen must be very happy to have a father like you.”

Mike looked at the door to Gwen’s room and said, “I’m happy to have a kid like her, too.”

Fox smiled and took a sip of her tea, feeling a refreshing aroma fill her mouth and refresh her entire being.

Stealing a glance at Mike, she couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Kent, why did you leave in the first place?”

“Just call me Mike.” Mike smiled and said: “Seeing Gwen, don’t you get it?”

Fox was stunned, then laughed.

“What about you? Never thought about a different job?”

Fox shook his head and said, “No, the loom keeps giving goals, and there are still many goals to clean up.”

The loom …… targets of the League of Assassins are all given by a loom called ‘Destiny’, and after Sloan does the cryptic translation, the rest of the group is in charge of the action.

And Fox, because of the encounter in early childhood, is a firm believer in the loom of fate. As long as the target is given on the loom, even if the target is herself, she will not hesitate to complete the task.

Kill one person to save a thousand. This is the faith of the assassins. They believe that getting rid of the one target given by ‘fate’ will save a large number of people in the future moments.

So, in the eyes of the assassins of the League of Assassins, killing is not purely about killing, but about saving.

Mike shrugged his shoulders, rather admiring Fox who had strong faith.

“Kent first …… Mike!”

Fox changed her address under Mike’s gaze, hesitated and said, “Do you have an impression of the Cross, that is, Cross?” Cross? Cross? Mike cupped his chin and recalled.

“He was a very talented one, and I had trained him for a while before when he joined.”

At the beginning, he trained Cross and Kutcher, also the king of killers. Then he trained another person code-named X.

Fox nodded, put down the cup in her hand and said, “He defected from the League of Assassins.”

“Oh.”

“And killed a man from the League of Assassins earlier.”

“Oh.”

Looking at Mike’s flat response, Fox couldn’t help but say: “Aren’t you curious as to why he did it?”

Mike shook his head and said: “I’m no longer a member of the League of Assassins, it’s none of my business.”

Fox deflated and said: “I’m sorry, I got carried away.” “I just don’t understand why he would suddenly betray after being in the League of Assassins for over twenty years, he was one of the best assassins after you.”

“If you don’t know, I know even less.” Mike smiled and shrugged.

Fox sat for a while longer, finished her tea and said, “Thanks for the hospitality, Mike.”

With that, she lifted the paper bag she had been carrying when she arrived and handed it to Mike. Inside were two bottles of red wine.

Fox smiled and said, “Don’t mind.”

Mike took it, looked at a cigarette inside, and raised an eyebrow.

The smile on Fox’s face stiffened and he snatched the bag.

“Next time I’ll bring you and Gwen a present!” The words fell, Fox turned around and left, with …… hurried steps.

When she opened the door, she suddenly found that she had not changed her slippers, her face was even more embarrassed.

Handy changed shoes, Fox head did not return to rush out.

A cold female assassin, herself, made such a mess……….

Mike looked at the closed door of the room, could not help but laugh out loud.

However, this time will have to pay more attention to it.

The Cross has already started to do it. Don’t didn’t pay attention, the fire fox ‘draw’ the final circle.

“Dad!” Gwen suddenly showed her head through the bedroom doorway.

“Hmm?”

Mike raised an eyebrow: “Not pretending to sleep anymore?”

“Daddy saw through it!” Gwen spit out her tongue, then opened the door and trotted over to Mike and jumped on him.

Mike bent down to pick it up and said: “Smart ass, what do you want?”

Gwen held Mike’s face with both hands and said seriously, “Is Sister Fox pretty?”

“Of course she’s pretty.”

Gwen smiled happily, rubbed Mike’s face hard with both hands and said, “So are you going to chase her?”

“No!”

“Ah!”

Gwen’s face fell. “Why would I want to chase her?”

Gwen let go of Mike, and said with an index: “Sister Fox is beautiful and can talk to me again. I like her again, and she is also very cool…”

Mike looked at Gwen strangely and suddenly said: “You have met Clark? How do you adjust to Clark?”

“Clark? Who is that? “Gwen blinked her big eyes, full of question marks: “A stinky kid who doesn’t go home.”