He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

How is this any different from a devil in human skin?

If it weren't for Los's presence, Jordan would have been terrified and wanted to run away on the spot.

At this high-profile banquet.

As Newman delivered his public speech about superhumans, many officials and tycoons immediately burst into applause, dispelling the panic that had just filled the banquet.

"Indeed, we must curb the arrogance of superhumans!"

"Ms. Newman, it's all up to you!"

"If you run for vice president, I will sponsor your funding!"

Surrounded by high-society figures, Newman, with a faint, elegant smile, kept the banquet in check.

At this moment.

She spotted Jordan in the crowd of people at the banquet behind her and immediately walked over.

Jordan took a deep breath, grasped Los's arm, and calmly resumed his poker face, showing no emotion.

Newman glanced at Los briefly, his attention entirely focused on Jordan.

She approached and smiled, saying, "You must be Jordan Lee, the young billionaire and head of Steel Body Industries."

Jordan wanted to imply that he was just an employee, and that Los, who appeared to be his male companion, was the real boss.

But she held back and said calmly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Newman."

Newman politely asked Los, "Could we speak alone?"

"no problem."

Los casually agreed, patted Jordan lightly on the back, and turned to leave.

Jordan felt like crying, as if he had been sold off.

certainly.

She understood what Los meant by patting her back; it meant he had been standing behind her the whole time.

Be brave, Jordan, just charge forward!

Inside a private reception room at the hotel where the banquet was held.

"Please sit wherever you like. This hotel is one of the businesses owned by my supporters."

Newman closed the door and let Jordan sit down on the sofa.

She herself, as the hostess, sat on the sofa opposite Jordan with an air of confidence and elegance.

"Would you like something to drink?"

She picked up a glass of red wine, swirled it gently, and took a small sip.

Jordan looked at the red wine, remembering the blood that hadn't dried in the city hall, and shook his head. "No need."

Newman said politely, "I have a long-standing connection with Godotkin University and have been friends with the current president, Indira, for many years. I never expected to have such an outstanding student as you in this class."

Jordan remained unmoved.

She watched Newman quietly, trying to figure out what he was up to.

Newman smiled and said, "You applied to the Lanternman's Criminal Academy program, and you want to be a hero, right? I can help you. Joining the Seven in the future is not impossible!"

Joining the Super Seven was indeed Jordan's dream.

But that's no longer the case.

Jordan maintained his indifferent poker face and carefully asked, "What price will I have to pay?"

"It's not you who pays the price, it's a powerful alliance between us!"

Newman put down his wine glass and said bluntly, "I need the Steel Body Industry to support me so that I can run for vice president next year."

Jordan responded: "Body of Steel is just an ordinary technology company."

No, no.

Newman shook his head and said, "The assistive devices you are currently mass-producing are very authoritative among people with disabilities. What I'm thinking of is to upgrade them slightly and let your industry enter the arms industry."

Jordan narrowed his eyes. The current steel auxiliary limbs were actually a defective product obtained by disassembling and weakening the steel armor.

The complete and unweakened steel armor is itself a cutting-edge military creation that transcends time!

Jordan immediately declined: "I'm sorry, Ms. Newman, I'm just the executive manager, and I can't make decisions about the company's future direction..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

A drop of dark red liquid floated in front of me.

Jordan stared wide-eyed at the red liquid that floated upwards in mid-air in the reception room as Newman gently shook his finger.

That wasn't red wine, but fresh blood that smelled of rust!

"I forgot to tell you."

Newman smiled slightly, manipulating the blood as he elegantly said, "Actually, I am also a member of the superhumans."

Is this a complete abandonment of pretense?

Jordan's heart tightened.

The image of dozens of headless corpses in the city hall flashed through her mind, and her hands, which were resting on her lap, clenched tightly involuntarily.

Is it an illusion?

Jordan felt his body getting hot, and the blood in his body began to stir restlessly.

Just as Newman was about to continue speaking and putting more pressure on Jordan,

Jordan's poker face suddenly fell, and he said with a mournful expression, "Boss, the pressure is too much, I can't take it anymore!"

Snapped!

The door opened with a click, and a tall young man walked in.

Newman frowned and dropped the drop of blood he had just manipulated into the wine glass.

Jordan looked pitifully at Los as he walked into the reception room.

Los simply said, "Then let's change the player."

Jordan immediately felt relieved, got up from the sofa, and walked straight out of the reception room.

Los then sat down on the sofa where Jordan had just been sitting, with one leg propped up on the low mahogany table and crossed over.

He shrugged and took the initiative, saying, "Let's continue our conversation, Ms. Newman."

Newman frowned and said, "I just want to talk to the head of Steel Body Industries."

Los nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Didn't you hear what Jordan just called me? Steel Body Industries is mine."

"yours?"

Newman stared at Los in astonishment.

She had assumed that Steel Body Industries might be the business of Jordan's parents, or perhaps some old Wall Street geezers.

Surprisingly, it turned out to be a teenager who looked even younger than Jordan?

Before Newman could think further, Los continued, "What would you like to drink? I've already bought this hotel, so it's on me."

Newman fell silent; the other man did not appear to be bluffing at all.

Just to support Jordan, is it really necessary to buy the entire hotel?

This goes beyond being described as having a lot of money; it's pure money power!

"Who exactly are you?"

Newman stared intently at Los.

After examining it carefully.

She suddenly felt that the other person looked familiar, as if she had seen the young man somewhere before.

"You'll know what kind of person they are if you try."

Los leaned forward slightly, calmly looking at Newman. "Ms. Newman, I'll give you a chance. See if you can blow my head off."

These words were spoken softly, yet they struck like a thunderbolt.

Newman's mind went blank, and fear surged from the depths of his heart like a tidal wave.

How did the other person know that she was the woman who got her head blown off?

Driven by fear, she almost subconsciously licked the other person's blood!

The battle is about to begin.

056 The Suppression of Superman's Power

A few seconds passed, and then there was complete silence.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Newman's forehead, and his beautiful makeup was already blurred. He stared intently at the young man sitting unharmed in front of him.

Bang!

The wine glass she had placed on the table suddenly shattered, and blood mixed with wine splattered outwards, but not a single drop landed on Los's suit.

Newman deactivated his powers, clutching his rapidly heaving chest, panting heavily.

In the past, she possessed the superpower to manipulate blood.

Even superhumans, whose physique is several times that of an adult, cannot resist the surge of blood in their bodies, causing their skulls to explode!

Even against superhumans with immense physical strength, she can manipulate blood pressure remotely!

but.

This time, however, it had absolutely no effect.

Newman's face turned ashen, his fear becoming impossible to conceal. He stared at the young man sitting directly opposite him as if he were a monster.

The other person's body was like a steel body that had been tempered and refined a thousand times.

A single drop of blood inside the body felt as heavy as a massive boulder encased in steel bars.

Forget about manipulating it remotely, it can't even budge it in the slightest!

"Is it over just like that?"

Los stared at Newman expressionlessly.

His bright eyes gradually glowed with a scorching red light, like an angry sun burning, and the air in the room heated up accordingly. A sense of oppression, like a real force, pressed down from the void!

Newman was trembling all over, pressing himself against the back of the sofa.

Her ability to manipulate blood allowed her to sense things remotely.

At this very moment.

The other person's body was like a rising sun, with blood surging and flowing like lava inside!

The mere sensation of blood from a distance was enough to cause Newman intense physical and mental anguish!

Los was indeed a little angry.

Where can you find roommates and employees as good as Jordan?

You exert pressure with superhuman abilities, I will exert pressure back with superhuman strength!

"and many more……"

Under the heat and oppressive pressure, even breathing became difficult for Councilor Newman, who pleaded with difficulty, "I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Los said softly, "All you know is that you're going to die."

"No, it's not."

Newman cried out in fear, "We're in cahoots! I'm part of the Vought Group too!"

She finally recognized Los. Despite wearing black-rimmed glasses, the handsome young man in front of her was none other than the second-generation Xuanse.

I've seen the photos myself!