I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"boom!"

John returned to New York with civil and military skills.

The bench where they had been sitting was occupied by an old couple.

When the white-haired old man saw the two people suddenly appearing, his mouth opened wide and the potato chips fell from his mouth.

The old woman maintained her posture of feeding the old man potato chips, and stared dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of the two men.

Wen Wu staggered two steps, shook his head and stood still, looking like he wanted to vomit but was holding back.

John gave him a thumbs up, "It took me three consecutive Apparitions to make me feel a little uncomfortable."

Wenwu waved his hand, this wonderful experience was like riding on a roller coaster three times in a row without wearing a seat belt.

"Are you magicians?" The old man came back to his senses and asked.

Seeing that he was discovered, John smiled and said, "No, just a passerby."

He waved his wand.

Confusion spell.

"No...oh, you are passers-by." The old man slapped his mouth, "Why do I ask this?"

The old woman scolded: "Stan, you dropped the potato chips on the floor."

"God, I was so careless."

John looked at the old couple and glanced at Wen Wu with a very meaningful look.

See, this is the normal configuration.

Wen Wu couldn't help but grimace again. Although he has lived a long time, his body is still young, right?

The ten rings give him the ability to live forever. As long as he keeps wearing the ten rings, he will not age.

Originally, he took off his ten rings and prepared to grow old with his lover.

If that hadn't happened.

Wenwu's mood became depressed.

John noticed this. It turned out that the old cow eating young grass was so harmful to him.

So he said, "I know a good place to have tea."

"British tea?" Wen Wu asked.

"It could also be oriental tea."

John shrugged, Wenwu did not refuse.

Now the two of them are equals, something that Wenwu, who has been a Ling Jue leader for many years, has not experienced for a long time.

The two left, and the old couple was still arguing about the potato chips.

Uncle Stan took two bites and then the old woman confiscated everything.

This made Uncle Stan very uncomfortable. He shook his head and said, "Life is like potato chips. You never know whether the next one will be confiscated."

...

Under the yellow sign.

John and Wen Wu were drinking tea. He looked around and asked, "Jack, where did he go?"

"Robert?" Jack, the boss, said, "He went to visit Terry."

"Terry?" John was stunned.

The boss pointed to a location, and John understood.

It's that girl.

He didn't ask much.

Wen Wu was a little surprised, "You have a good relationship with him?"

"Robert?" John sat down and shook his head and said, "We are more like tea friends. This is also the first time I know his name."

"People like you hang out in the ordinary world." Wen Wu shook his head, not sure whether to deny it or find it funny.

"We are not too special, civil and military."

John rubbed the ring on his right hand with his left hand, "You will also fall in love with people who will grow old. Isn't this proof?"

After hearing his words, Wenwu muttered: "You are very smart."

"I've seen people like you before," he said with a look of recollection on his face, "and in my time have launched attacks on some countries."

"Those people's monarchs, some of them are fatuous, and some, like you, have wisdom that ordinary people don't have."

Wen Wu said: "Some monarchs will abandon their territory and people in order to survive, while others will fight to the death to protect those people."

"But without exception," John nodded and thanked the boss for the cake he brought, "they all died in your hands, didn't they?"

Wenwu did not deny it and smiled, "You are really interesting."

"There's no way you're just the child of an underground president."

"This is not something worth discussing. Strength is paramount." John picked up the spoon. The spoon was mirrored, reflecting his face. "I believe in strength. Enough strength can protect a strong country."

"Wise men are valuable, and tyrants are hateful, but they cannot be separated from power."

John cut the triangular cake in front of him and said casually: "You have witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties during your lifetime, so you should understand this."

"Have you ever been tired of the long life, Civil and Military?" John said.

His words reminded Wen Wu of the years before he met his wife. What was he fighting for again and again?

Conquest, or... emptiness?

In the first hundred years, he was obsessed with power and began to acquire wealth.

In the second hundred years, the power brought him expansion and he began to conquer.

In the third century, he looked at his still young face in the water, but the men around him had already changed.

Wenwu looked down at the cup of crude oriental tea in front of him, which was worse than any tea he had ever drunk.

He picked it up and took a sip, frowning, but the taste gave him a new experience.

"I once took off ten rings." Touching the weapon on his arm, Wen Wu fell into memories, "But that time, my wife died because of me."

"I stopped taking it off after that because I was scared, my baby."

"People like us can only spend our lives fighting," Wenwu paused his fingers and said in approval, "You are right, strength is paramount."

Only with enough strength can we protect.

"Your strawberry cream cake." Jack came over with a second plate of cake.

He couldn't understand what the two people were saying at all, because they spoke an Eastern language that was a nightmare for Americans.

John promoted the strawberry cream cake to Wenwu, "Have a taste. Only new experiences can soothe your empty soul."

Looking at the pink cream, Wenwu looked at John silently, "Are you serious?"

"There's no harm in trying it," John said easily, "You haven't eaten it before, right?"

Wen Wu took a deep breath, picked up the spoon and looked at the cake that made the famous leader of the Ten Rings Gang a little helpless.

He scooped it up and ate it. The cream was a bit too sweet for him who had a light taste.

Cake with Oriental tea, Wenwu's meal was a bit torturous.

Ending this meal also means that the two of them have to part ways.

Before Wenwu left, he gave John a photo of what his son looked like.

"You give your son freedom." John looked at the boy in the photo, "You yourself stay in that palace."

Wenwu smiled and said, "You are a good person, John Wick."

"You can train him or test him, and then you will find that he is the most powerful warrior."

They say goodbye and leave.

Although more than half of their time together was spent fighting, Wenwu had more trust in John.

With thousands of years of experience, he believed that he could never make mistakes when judging people.

John also held the photo and murmured: "What can a 14-year-old boy do in New York?"

...

Continental Hotel.

Although this place is where a killer works, it has all the services expected of a five-star hotel.

In the kitchen, an Asian teenager wearing rubber gloves was cleaning dishes with a sponge.

"Sean, clean these and come to me to settle the matter."

The black receptionist said with a kind smile, "I know there is a scholarship application, maybe you can use it."

He handed over a sheet, and when Sean was about to take it, he pulled it back, "Wait until you finish washing it. There's only one piece of paper."

"Ok."

Sean was very serious about his work, and he would go wash dishes after class to earn some living expenses.

He worked hard at washing the dishes. This work was unfamiliar to him, but he was happy to be out of his father's control.

The famous young leader of the Ten Rings Gang was washing dishes in the hotel.

...