Chapter 10

But the bed Karl bought was, after all, over two thousand dollars.

Usually, it's hard to sell one in a month.

At a glance, these two were wealthy big shots with status.

Naturally, they had to be treated well.

After delivering the bed, it was already past five o'clock.

Skye sat on the brand-new bed, "What do we do now? Should we go to your bar to hang out?" "There are few people in the bar now, it's boring to go."

"That's true, then what should we do?"

"Let's test the quality of this bed first, then go eat."

Skye, upon hearing this, was slightly surprised, "Test the quality of the bed?"

"Isn't this bed quite good..."

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Karl.

He smiled softly: "You can't tell the quality of a bed just by looking."

"We have to test it ourselves."

Having said that, Karl also got on the bed.

……

Three hours later.

Karl still went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of wine and a glass.

He didn't smoke, but he quite liked drinking.

Most of the wine in Skye's house was brought by Karl from the bar.

The purpose, naturally, was...

Skye lay on the bed, looking at Karl quietly, "Really, why do I feel like you've become a different person today." Karl's brow twitched, "Is that so? Because I collapsed the bed?"

"That's not it!"

Skye rolled her eyes at him, then muttered to herself, "I can't say, it's like you haven't changed either." "Just feel like your demeanor has changed a lot."

"Probably."

Karl smiled, noncommittal.

Before, when he realized that the world he was in was the Marvel world, he naturally felt some pressure.

Although he was very rich.

In this world, money didn't have much effect.

After all, there were too many powerful existences.

Not to mention Thanos or whoever, Karl hadn't figured out how to deal with that guy Kingpin.

But now, having obtained the Silver Superman template, Karl had the power to protect himself.

His mindset naturally couldn't be the same as before.

At the very least, Karl wanted to hammer that guy who wanted to force a sale of his bar.

Although Karl had wanted to before, he estimated that he probably couldn't have beaten the other party.

Now, though... hehe.

But that wasn't important.

He would go hammer the other party when he had time.

After all, the other party said they would come to his door in three days.

For now, naturally, accompanying his girl was more important.

Skye rested for a while and washed up again.

The two set off for Karl's bar.

Karl's bar was called Smith's Bar.

This was the name the old man had given it.

The reason Karl didn't cash out the bar was, on one hand, because he liked to drink and wanted a place to go.

On the other hand, it also had a commemorative meaning. ===== CHAPTER 28 =====

One of the bars was opened in Queens, not far from his house.

The other one was opened in Manhattan.

To be honest, Kingpin wanting to spend one million dollars to buy his bar in Queens was a fairly fair price.

Although the Smith's Bar in Queens had a large venue and many expensive wines.

In reality, if everything were packed and sold together, it wouldn't be worth one million dollars.

It could be said that the price Kingpin offered was very good.

But a good price is one thing, and forced buying and selling is another matter entirely.

After all, Karl's net worth was in the tens of billions; would he be short of money for a bar? ===== CHAPTER 29 =====

Queens, Smith's Bar.

This was one of the most luxurious bars in the entire New York City.

Not only did many young people like this place.

Many elite individuals would also come here for a drink.

The bar's performance was very good, and often before dark, many people would enter.

Many staff members felt that if the boss didn't want to open branches, Smith's Bar would be all over the United States.

And the foot traffic of this bar was one of the reasons Kingpin had his eye on it.

At this moment, in a corner booth of the bar.

There were more than ten people sitting in three booths.

They were all wearing black suits and sunglasses; they looked like people not to be messed with.

In their midst was a bald man in a leather jacket.

This man was very strange; right in the middle of his forehead, there was actually a target.

He was the supervillain under Kingpin, Lester.

That is, Bullseye.

He possessed a natural throwing ability and could throw any object with great precision.

Bullseye could even kill people with teeth and paper airplanes.

Besides that, he was also a martial artist, a weapons master, and a sharpshooter.

Simply put, his positioning was roughly similar to Hawkeye in the Avengers.

His experience was quite rich.

He had been a mercenary, a professional baseball player, and a hitman.

Now, he was working for the underground emperor of New York, Kingpin.

Today, Bullseye brought people to the bar, naturally under Kingpin's orders.

To bring his underlings to familiarize themselves with their territory in advance.

After all, this bar.

In two days, it would belong to Kingpin.

He had never thought that Karl would refuse his conditions.

After all, that condition was really quite good.

Even Bullseye and his underlings didn't think Karl would refuse.

However, Bullseye felt that this mission was very boring.

He had been a hitman before and had even received a mission to assassinate Kingpin.

It was only because the conditions Kingpin offered were good enough that he worked for Kingpin.

Today's mission of familiarizing himself with the territory in advance was really uninteresting.

But since Kingpin paid well, even if he didn't want to, he had to do it.

"Boring to death, this matter could clearly be done by finding anyone."

Bullseye picked up a wine glass and walked toward the dance floor, "Might as well go find some fun."

So, he searched around, looking for a target of interest. ===== CHAPTER 30 =====