The King of Fighters in the Marvel World

When the Mandarin heard this declaration, Ling Cheng knew that Tony's crisis was coming. Iron Man would not have thought that a breach of trust many years ago would create a madman, but this is none of his business, he just wants to be fast Order home for dinner.

"Who?" Ling Cheng asked after answering the phone.

"I'm Virginia Potts, is this Ling Cheng?" came a female voice on the other end of the phone.

"It's me, do we know each other?" Ling Cheng didn't have the slightest impression of this name.

"Uh. We don't know each other, but I heard Tony talking about you." The other person hesitated.

"Tony, you are Little Pepper." Ling Cheng suddenly thought of who was opposite him.

"Yes, Pepper, this is the nickname Tony gave me. I can't even use my own name. Has he ever mentioned me to you?" Pepper smiled.

"Of course, the woman he loves most in his life..." Ling Cheng betrayed Tony without hesitation.

"Is this how he introduced me to you?" You can hear the joy in Xiao Chili's voice.

"Yes, it's obvious that he cares about you. How are you doing now?" Ling Cheng asked. He had already vaguely expected it.

"Not so good. Ling Cheng, did you know that since that war, he has locked himself in the research room and dealt with those machines all day long. I think his mental state is very bad now, so I came to see you. You Can you enlighten him?" Little Pepper asked.

"I think what Tony needs now is not a rough guy like me, but a soul mate like you. Pepper, why don't you have a heart-to-heart talk with him? Don't underestimate your position in his mind. Your understanding is important to him." It's important." Ling Cheng declined politely.

After comforting Xiaojiao, Lingcheng hung up the phone. Why do some things always involve him? He always thought that he was an outsider and he didn't want to participate in these whirlpools.

But what he didn't know was that from the moment he traveled to the Marvel world, he was actually a player in the game.

In the hall of the martial arts hall, Ling Cheng sat on a chair and watched Zhou Zheng and Will practice the moves of the Baji Holy Fist. After these few days of coaching, the two of them have managed to play well. Although they are not very talented, they work very hard. They are unwilling to go home until midnight if they don't practice for the past few days. This is hard for Ling Cheng. Every time Don't worry about following them secretly. However, Ling Cheng was very satisfied with the progress of the two of them during this period. But his face was calm.

After Zhou Zhengwei finished punching, he looked at Ling Cheng expectantly, waiting for his evaluation. But when they saw Ling Cheng looking at them expressionlessly, both of them felt a little uneasy.

"You played very well. You are worthy of being my apprentice."

Ling Cheng, who originally had a straight face, looked at the two worried looks and smiled.

Hearing Ling Cheng's words, the two of them felt relieved. Firstly, their recent efforts had been recognized by the master, and secondly, after getting to know the master during this period, words such as "good" and "ok" were probably the highest praise, which was "very good". the meaning of

"You have learned well, but you are still far behind. Don't be proud." Ling Cheng reminded the two apprentices who were smiling.

During this time together, Ling Cheng and Zhou Zheng and Weir became both teachers and friends. In Zhou Zheng and Weir's minds, Ling Cheng was their respected master. But they didn't know how important they were to Ling Cheng. Mai Zhuo, Zhou Zheng, Will, and later Little Spider. These four people can be said to be the only people in the world that Ling Cheng cherishes.

"Master. Well, my dad wants to invite you and your uncle to my house for a casual meal tomorrow night." Zhou Zheng suddenly hesitated.

"Your parents are very busy running a restaurant, so there's no need to be so polite." Ling Cheng said doubtfully.

"The restaurant is closed for renovation these days, so my parents thought they would take advantage of the break to thank you. Before you know it, Will and I were playing around there, but now I can practice martial arts with you. My parents don't know how many times I can thank you." Happy." Zhou Zheng said quickly

"Okay, then I'll go and have a meal," Ling Cheng said, looking at Zhou Zheng's expectant look.

"I'll go too, I'll go too. I like your sweet and sour pork ribs the most." Will held Zhou Zheng's hand and said with bright eyes.

"I'm counting on you. Well, my parents will be surprised every time you don't come to share the meal." Zhou Zheng said with a smile.

"I am half your parents' son. This is what your parents said themselves," Will said proudly.

Zhou Zheng, however, was too lazy to pay attention to him and muttered, "I need to call Peter. He is busy doing chivalry every night. I don't know if he can come."

"He's Spider-Man, haven't you watched the news? Peter has punished a lot of bad guys recently. But he will definitely come, otherwise the master will break his spider legs," Will joked

Am I so cruel to break my legs?

Ling Cheng was a little speechless after hearing Will's words. After all, the little spider could be considered his apprentice. At most, he only threatened him. It was not as exaggerated as breaking his legs.

"Okay, it's already late. Let's all go home." Ling Cheng looked at the sky and said

"See you tomorrow, master." The two said goodbye to Ling Cheng.

Ling Cheng waved his hand to signal them to leave quickly.

After the two left, Ling Cheng followed secretly. It wasn't until the two got home safely that Ling Cheng turned around and left.

"The real side of fortune cookies, they sound like Chinese, but they're actually an American invention, so they're all hollow and full of lies..."

Ling Cheng leaned against the door and watched the Mandarin's terrifying declaration on the TV. The Chinese Theater was in ruins after being bombed. It's one thing to know that the story will happen, and it's another thing to see those pictures, and the word "Chinese" makes Ling Cheng frown even more.

"Boss, do we need to control these guys when they are so arrogant?" Mai Zhuo, who was sitting on the bed watching a drama, asked in concern when he saw Ling Cheng frowning.

"No matter what, this kind of thing will happen more and more in the future. Just don't offend us." Ling Cheng shook his head and said

"But he interrupted me from watching the show," Mai Zhuo said pretending to be angry.

"Then he really deserves to die." Ling Cheng hugged Mai Zhuo and smiled.

Late at night, Ling Cheng, who was sleeping soundly with Mai Zhuo in his arms, was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. It was not the door of the martial arts school, but the door of the room. Ling Cheng turned on his senses and saw his two young apprentices standing outside the door with red eyes and pale faces.

"What happened?" Ling Cheng opened the door and asked with concern.

Seeing Ling Cheng come out, "Master" Zhou Zheng threw himself to the ground, hugged Ling Cheng's legs and burst into tears.

Zhou Zheng's tone made Ling Cheng feel a little heartbroken. There must be so much sadness and grievance in it.

"What happened?" Ling Cheng asked Will who was secretly wiping his tears aside.

"Master, my parents originally wanted us to go to the theater today, but I didn't go because I wanted to come to the martial arts gym... I just received a call from the police, who told me that a terrorist attack had occurred at the Chinese Theater. My parents They were all killed." Zhou Zheng raised his head and screamed.

Zhou Zheng's words hit Ling Cheng's heart like a bolt from the blue.

Ling Cheng stood at the door like a statue with eyes blank. The room was filled with Zhou Zheng's heart-rending cry, Will's low sobs, and Mai Zhuo's soft comfort.