Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 213 Superhero Career Crisis

It was rare for Soran to take care of his appearance seriously.

His dress was bulging with swollen muscles, and a small hat covered his reflective head.

This suit was made by the best tailor in the city. In order to fit the huge Soran into it without affecting his movements, the old tailor plucked out his rare hair.

He symbolically sprayed some perfume, but in fact he couldn't tell which of the various scents were good or bad, but luckily he was rich.

Just ask the perfume store clerk to recommend a batch of perfumes that are suitable for him, and then buy the most expensive one.

It’s always right.

Ever since he was promoted to Legend, he no longer cared too much about other people's opinions and completely let himself go.

He shaved his head and started to build muscle.

It even led to a bodybuilding craze that is a bit niche, but there is indeed a group of people who are keen on "bigger is more beautiful".

Although in the eyes of most people, such overly large muscles look a bit weird, they themselves are very satisfied with their hobbies, do not care about the public's opinion, and are in a very good mental state.

Of course, there are also many abstract people in this niche hobby circle, such as those who use slime as filler and directly fill it into their biceps.

After being the thickest man in Shuangta City for a few days, that "handsome guy" successfully sent himself to the grave.

After learning about this, Soren, the leading bodybuilding enthusiast in Felin, made a rule that one should exercise the brain first before exercising.

At this time, Soran was dressed up carefully, just to attend a gathering of like-minded people.

Twin Towers City Bodybuilding Enthusiasts and Superheroes Gathering.

Apparently, Tower Man isn't the only superhero in the Twin Towers City.

The Batman comics have indeed attracted many hardcore cosplayers who are obsessed with masked chivalry.

Most of them are bodybuilding enthusiasts.

Now all these heroes are gathered in an upscale tavern on Iris Street.

In a place where productivity is not very developed, people who have spare time and energy to engage in fitness and cosplay are basically people with considerable family wealth.

The entire pub was booked by them today.

Soran pushed the door open and walked in.

When the people in the room saw this senior, they all raised their glasses and said, "Cheers to the Tower Man."

“Greetings to you.”

“You will always be our role model.”

“No, no,” Soran waved his hand, “I’m just doing what I can.”

Pretending to be very humble, the wrinkles on his old face caused by smiling were already big enough to be used as a maze.

Since participating in the Advanced Spell Language Program and learning 300 basic Chinese characters, he has developed a strong interest in this magical block language and spontaneously learned more from Drogo.

He also translated many Chinese idioms into common language and always used two of them when speaking, pretending to be very cultured.

Drogo spoke highly of these literal translations.

"It's so embarrassing." That's what he said.

Soran walked around the venue and greeted his friends.

Their way of greeting is very distinctive.

"Hey, you've grown bigger again?"

"You're older, too. You're older, too."

"Your legs have been well trained recently, they are so thick!"

"I can't compare to you. Look at your latissimus dorsi. Your dress can't fit into it. Hey, don't show your back, don't show your back. Hurry up and put it in. It's too wide. It blocks the sunlight. It's getting dark..."

How to win the favor of a fitness enthusiast? The answer is simple: just say he is big.

Of course I won’t get angry if someone says they are thin, I will just fall into deep self-doubt.

A fragile heart beneath a big body.

After exchanging pleasantries, Soran sat down in his seat.

"Huh? Why can't I see the Flash?" he asked the people around him.

Similar to Doudou’s friends, they are not allowed to call each other by their names when they get together, but have to call each other by their nicknames.

Excluding Doudou, the average age difference between the two circles is several dozen years, but they are equally mature inside.

"He was injured and has been resting at home recently. He can't drink alcohol while recovering, so he didn't come."

"How did he get hurt? The Flash is one of the fastest guys here. If he can't beat him, he can definitely run away."

A big part of the reason why this masked hero activity is so popular in Twin Towers City is that it has a low risk factor.

The city's biggest villains and large-scale gangs were all wiped out by Drogo's followers.

Those who wanted to become good people became good people, those who wanted to go to factories went to factories, and those who were unwilling to cooperate have disappeared from the world.

The Drogo Group’s former specialty was the magic of resurrecting dead bodies.

The gangs in the city are not at all as strong as Drogo's gang of tough guys who are fighting all over the continent.

The rest are just small-time thugs who steal things today and rob people for a little money tomorrow. They have no large-scale organization at all.

However, the living space of these gangsters was further compressed due to the appearance of Sauron and his followers.

We have fallen into a situation where there are too many "superheroes" and not enough villains.

The most common work done by these heroes is to help find lost children and take care of elderly people living alone.

There is really no risk.

"Oh, Flash wasn't injured in battle. He was on a mission one night. When he was closing the door, he didn't notice that his cape was caught in the door. He rushed forward and pulled himself down, and got injured."

The man explained to Soran.

"This, uh." Soran had no suitable idioms to describe this situation in his limited reserve. "This is really unfortunate. At least, it proves that the cloak is of good quality, right?"

"That's true."

"Where's the Flame Stranger? Why didn't he come? Could he be injured too?"

"He didn't. He seems to be on some mission."

"Ding-ding-"

An old man tapped his wine glass twice with a spoon, signaling everyone to be quiet.

His appearance is that of Alfred, the butler in Batman. His main job is to provide logistical support for these heroes, and he is also responsible for organizing some activities.

有偿的.

His real identity is the owner of an equipment store. After meeting this group of people, he was surprised to find that there were buyers for the weird equipment in his inventory that he couldn't sell.

The weirder the weapon's shape, the more these people like it.

Practicality is temporary, but handsomeness lasts a lifetime.

So he naturally fell into this group of suckers, no, perfect customers.

When the tavern quieted down, the equipment store manager said: "Let's start today's official content. Please invite Wolf Warrior to introduce to us how to clean and maintain leather clothes." A warrior wearing a wolf head mask walked to the front. Why did he wear a mask in a gathering of like-minded people? Because Wolf Warrior would not take off his mask.

He showed off a tight leather jacket.

"I'm sure everyone has faced this problem. Leather jackets worn on missions will easily develop a strong smell after being worn a few times. Washing them too frequently will also cause them to become damaged."

Hearing this, all the heroes in the audience nodded in agreement.

These macho guys sweat easily, and their tight leather jackets are not breathable. Oh my God, the smell is like a walking biological weapon.

"To solve this pain point, I recommend this cleaner to everyone. It is mild and does not damage leather. Just wipe it gently and it will leave a fresh and fragrant smell..."

Apparently, the equipment store manager wasn't the only one targeting these suckers.

The wolf warrior left satisfied after selling several bottles of cleaning agent, and the next person to come on stage was Soran.

"Let me show you how to make a cool entrance..."

After that, he demonstrated a whole set of poses showing off the muscles of various parts of the body, which caused the macho men to cheer and some even imitated him on the spot.

"Next is everyone's favorite part, a big discussion about the future development of Batman's plot. As usual, those who predict correctly can get a brand new set of equipment."

"Oh--"

"Great!"

Although Batman comics are updated on time every week and people just have to wait to buy new comics to know the plot, people still enjoy guessing the plot.

On the one hand, it's a great sense of accomplishment when you guess correctly, and on the other hand, it satisfies your own imagination.

A young man who looked like he was a good student raised his hand to speak. He was one of the few people here whose arms were no thicker than the average person's calves.

"I have read all the existing Batman comics over and over again. From the perspective of background, Batman is the largest noble in Gotham City and the richest noble. Almost all the wealth in the city is controlled by him, and his actual influence is higher than that of the city lord."

"so what?"

"So theoretically speaking, the best way for Batman to change the status quo in Gotham City is not to fight crime one by one by himself, but to use his influence to reform the system."

"Maybe he doesn't know?"

"Batman is the smartest person in the world. There's no way he doesn't know that."

"Then what do you mean?"

The person asking the question had a bad tone, and he suspected that he was accusing Batman of having problems, which was the biggest politically incorrect behavior in their circle.

"What I mean is that there may be a curse on Gotham City, a greater dark force that prevents the city from completing its transformation and can only rely on Batman's power to fight..."

The young man then described his own conception of the super dark force, and his description was so realistic and realistic that everyone was fascinated.

Now they all agreed that if Batman's plot didn't develop this way, it must be Drogo's fault.

Just when everyone was listening to the storytelling attentively, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.

"Oh no!" The person who came was the Fire Monster. He collapsed on the ground, as if he had just escaped from danger, and said breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" Soran stood up and asked.

"Riverbank Street, a huge spider monster appeared on Riverbank Street. It's very dangerous. I can't deal with it!"

Soran quickly compared the combat power in his mind. No matter how big the spider monster was, its upper limit was just that. There was no danger and he could easily handle it.

"In that case, it's time for me, the Tower Man, to take action!" said Soran righteously.

By the way, show off your quadriceps.

"Tower Man, do you need our help?"

"No need, I am enough! I'm afraid you will be in danger." Soran waved his hand casually.

In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was that no one should come to steal the limelight. There were not enough spots for villains to begin with, and now there was finally a spider monster that sounded powerful, so it was naturally the stage for him, Tower Man.

Soran took out the Tower Man suit from the ring, put it on in a flash, and was immediately teleported to Riverside Street.

He, Tower Man, became famous in one battle, today!

Soran had a good idea and was so excited that he teleported in front of the spider monster without taking a close look at what kind of spider monster it was.

"Let me put an end to your sins..."

Soran shouted this sentence with great vigor at first, but his voice became smaller and smaller as he gradually saw the enemy in front of him clearly.

It’s different from what I thought at first. Flame Monster only said that it was a spider monster, but didn’t say that the upper body of the spider was human-shaped.

There is a huge difference between the two.

Spider monster, it’s only at level ten, and the thing in front of me is a spider elf!
Under the expressionless mask, beads of cold sweat oozed from Soran's forehead.

I can't feel the strength of this spider elf, so I think he is at least a legend.

Although he is also a legend, he majored in the protection school. He can easily bully knife-wielding thugs, but he is not very useful against spider elves of the same level.

Self-protection should be possible, but the damage is seriously insufficient.

You are a good spider elf, why do you come to the Twin Towers City instead of staying in the Underdark?
Don’t you know that the Twin Towers City is now at its most powerful? Not only are there three ancient dragons, but there are also many elders of the Mage Guild.

Even if you are a legend, can you leave once you come?

Otherwise, run away and go back to get help.

Finding Drogo would be the most efficient way to do this kind of job. The speed at which the spider elves die will be proportional to the price he offers. If Drogo can't be found, Flynn will also do.

Okay, that's it.

Soran made up his mind and prepared to run away.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a child's voice came from my ears.

"Wow, it's Tower Man, you can definitely defeat this big monster, right?"

The voice was full of worship.

Soran looked back and saw a child who looked only seven or eight years old looking at him not far away, his eyes shining as if he had seen an idol.

And Soran is an emotional person.

He began to struggle over whether to ask for help or to give it a try.

Survival or face, that is the question.

At this time, another accident added a heavy weight to the face side of the scale in Sauron's mind.

Behind a wall in the distance, a camera was extended, and a girl was holding a microphone, reporting on the scene.

"Twin Towers Magic Vision Station, Twin Towers Magic Vision Station, as you can see, our reporter is broadcasting live for you. A spider elf suddenly appeared on Riverside Street. So far, no fierce conflict has broken out.

"And just now, the chivalrous Tower Man from recent urban legends also appeared at the scene. Let us wait and see whether he can defeat the powerful enemy in front of him. Our station will continue to report for you..."

Soran felt like crying. How could these reporters be so dedicated? Now that two legends were facing off, they still had the leisure to broadcast it live.

How much money was Drogo paid to risk his life like this?
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At the same time, at the headquarters of Drogo Corporation, Drogo, who was drinking the afternoon fat house happy water and watching the magic vision, spit out a mouthful of Coke.

Sure enough, when a dragon doesn't want anything unexpected to happen, it will definitely happen.

What's going on?
Why is Rowling confronting a pervert in a tights, looking like they are about to fight?

(End of this chapter)