Let us wait and see!

Just as Dong Zhang stepped forward, ready to cross swords with Brock Rumlow, the agents around them immediately raised their guns, aiming not just at Dong Zhang but also at the fighters standing behind him. Brock Rumlow, as the head of security and a notorious enforcer, had a temperament starkly different from the affable Coulson. In a heartbeat, his hand was on the pistol at his waist, and it looked as if he was prepared to respond with gunfire the moment Dong Zhang pressed him any further.

The atmosphere became charged with tension, and it seemed that a fight could break out at any second.

Yet, faced with a forest of cold, black muzzles, the fighters betrayed not a hint of anxiety. Even Yuri Sakazaki, still a mere child, wore an eager expression, as if itching for action.

At the front, Dong Zhang grinned broadly, revealing eight large teeth, and let out a dismissive snort at Rumlow.

“Do you know what my favorite movie line is?” he asked.

Rumlow’s brow furrowed. His finger unconsciously slipped onto the trigger. “What are you trying to say?”

“I want to say,” Dong Zhang took a small step back, “I swore I’d never let anyone point a gun at my head again!”

Before the words had even faded, Dong Zhang’s leg snapped out like a whip, a blur in the air. Rumlow’s pistol was only halfway drawn when a sudden pain shot through his hand and the weapon went flying. He didn’t see, however, that as it spun through the air, it was already twisting and crumpling into a useless lump of scrap metal.

As Dong Zhang moved, all the other fighters—save for Su Ye and Athena—transformed into shadows and stormed forward, descending upon the agents like tigers among sheep.

Agonized screams erupted and echoed through the space, lasting a full minute.

In that minute, every single agent, Rumlow included, was knocked to the ground. Throughout the whole ordeal, not one managed to fire a single shot—their guns rendered as useless as sticks for a campfire.

Dong Zhang squatted beside the fallen Rumlow and patted his cheek lightly.

“You see, we could have settled this with words,” Dong Zhang teased. “But you just had to pull a gun, thinking that makes you king of the hill, poking your nose into every business—even matters of the household that don’t concern you, eh?”

“So, are you satisfied now? How does it feel to be beaten down by force? Comfortable?”

“If you ever dare to shout at Brother Ye again, or meddle in his family affairs, you’ll face an even harsher response. Don’t believe me? Just wait and see!”

Rumlow lay silent, unable to muster a retort. Dozens of highly trained agents, armed to the teeth, had been taken down by a handful of empty-handed fighters. Even if he wanted to act tough, not a single word would come.

“Gentlemen, I believe this has all been a misunderstanding!”

At that moment, Phil Coulson finally arrived. His naturally friendly face made him the perfect peacemaker.

“It’s truly a misunderstanding. Our agents were merely observing, not intending to attack. Perhaps the tools we used were inappropriate, and I apologize on their behalf for any trouble we’ve caused you.”

“In addition, any damage done to Mr. Su’s dojo will be compensated in full, and we’ll provide further restitution for any inconvenience this has caused. I hope you won’t refuse, Mr. Su.”

Coulson never once mentioned compensation or apologies for the battered agents—it was clear that, in this matter, they were in the wrong.

If you make a mistake, you own up to it. If you get beaten, you stand your ground and take it.

“That’s a decent attitude, much better than those clueless old folks,” Dong Zhang said with a raised eyebrow and a grin. “Honestly, you’re wasted as an agent. The government should put you in Congress—maybe even make you Speaker!”

Su Ye waved a hand to quiet Dong Zhang, signaling him not to go overboard.

“Agent Coulson, we’re old friends by now. There’s no need for more apologies. Your job is unique, and your people are understandably sensitive—I get that.”

Su Ye paused. Coulson was about to express his thanks for the understanding, but Su Ye continued.

“But as for compensation, I hope you’ll see to it quickly. This is a law-abiding society, and we value our contracts. A promise made should not be easily broken, am I right?”

Coulson was momentarily at a loss for words.

Last time, when the dojo was occupied, it was the same: promises of compensation and immediate payment. Judging by Su Ye’s resolute gaze, Coulson sensed that if he didn’t transfer the money right away, he might well find himself hospitalized for “breach of contract.”

“I’ll put in the request right away,” Coulson said with a sigh, pulling out his phone.

A few minutes later, Su Ye received a notification—an impressive sum had been transferred to his account.

The fighters, beaming, returned to the bar to continue their festivities. After a brawl like that, everyone was hungry—how could they not treat themselves to some barbecue and skewers to satisfy their appetites?

Soon, the only things left on the street were the lingering sheets of ice on the walls and the incapacitated agents sprawled on the ground.

Coulson, the only one left standing, quietly took out his phone. “Director, we need ambulances here. And please send more agents—I have a bad feeling about this…”

Though Coulson looked mild-mannered, he was no fool, and his vigilance was well-honed. His sense of foreboding wasn’t about the fighters, but about the one who had nearly frozen the entire street.

The ice still clung to the walls. Who was that person? Where had they gone? Would they return? All these questions remained unanswered.

The rainbow bridge that had shot up into the sky just now was visible to nearly everyone in New York who wasn’t blind.

As a seasoned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with experience dealing with extraterrestrials, Coulson could hardly ignore it.

So as he called in reinforcements to protect the scientists near the hammer, he also bolstered security to prepare for the possible return of the being who had unleashed such a blast of ice—very likely an alien.

“In addition, we’ve identified a dangerous individual—provisional threat level A. Possibly extraterrestrial. Codename: The one who vanished on a rainbow and can freeze an entire block in an instant!”

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Thor paused his work, turning his gaze eastward. “I feel… something.”

Jane Foster pulled the blanket over her flushed face, her voice a muffled hum. “That’s the palace…”