Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Scott was deeply moved by Azu's words.

For the past three years, everyone has treated him like a criminal, a thief.

Since his release from prison, everyone has been criticizing him. The prison guard warned him not to make the same mistake again, his ex-wife accused him of being irresponsible, and businesses despise his criminal record.

Even he himself felt that he could only make a living by stealing chickens and dogs.

And now, a billionaire he just met tells him with such conviction: You are a true hero.

But the light in Scott's eyes only flickered briefly before fading away.

He gave a bitter laugh and then took another big gulp of wine.

"A hero? Don't be ridiculous, sir."

Scott shook his head self-deprecatingly, his face flushed from the alcohol.

"Don't be ridiculous, buddy. What hero ends up looking like a loser like me?"

"Superheroes are like Homelander flying in the sky, or Captain America with his shield. They have superpowers, and they save the world."

"And me? I'm just a fool who ruined everything in a moment of heroism!"

"If this is what happens when you're a hero, then I'd rather be a coward!"

"I'm so stupid... I'm so incredibly stupid..."

Watching Scott break down in tears in front of her after getting drunk, even hating his own past brilliance.

Azu didn't interrupt him, but just listened quietly.

This is the tragedy of many ordinary heroes in the Marvel universe. They have hearts of gold, but are often repeatedly crushed and worn down by cruel reality until they lose all their luster.

Once Scott had calmed down a bit, Azu continued to speak.

"Scott, what do you think makes a hero?"

"Is it the ability to fly through the sky? Or does it possess an invulnerable body?"

"Listen, being a hero like that is easy. Because they have absolute power, they don't have to pay a high price."

"And you, my friend, know perfectly well what you are about to face."

"But you still did it."

"You may feel regret, you may feel pain. But you must never deny the decision you made back then."

Azu raised his glass and gently touched it to Scott's.

"Heroes are those who, knowing their fate, still go without hesitation."

"when--"

The crisp sound of glass colliding rang in Scott's ears, dispelling the gloom that had been weighing on his heart for three years!

He stood there dumbfounded, his lips trembling slightly, and tears finally streamed down his face uncontrollably.

But not because of resentment or regret.

It was the profound sense of being deeply understood and appreciated that moved me!

"Sir..." Scott sobbed uncontrollably, wiping his tears haphazardly with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more tears flowed.

"Thank you... really, thank you!"

"No one has ever...no one has ever said these things to me."

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"It's finally here. Looks like my verbal skills haven't gotten any worse."

Ah Zu maintained a gentle smile on his face, silently giving himself a thumbs up in his heart.

"Alright, buddy. Tears can't wash away the past, but alcohol can."

"Dude—!"

In high spirits, Ah Zu pulled out a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills and slammed them onto the bar counter with a "thud".

"Bring out all the best and strongest liquor from your liquor cabinet! Fill everyone's table with it!!"

The bartender's eyes lit up when he saw the stack of bills, which was worth at least tens of thousands of US dollars. He immediately turned around and went to get the drinks.

Ah Zu stood up and turned to look at the twenty or so men and women sitting scattered around the bar.

"Tonight!" Ah Zu shouted in a loud voice, "Everything in the restaurant is on me!"

The people in the bar were stunned for a moment, then burst into cheers and whistles that seemed to lift the roof off.

Ah Zu raised a glass of freshly poured tequila high.

"Let's raise a glass together to my friend, Scott Lang!"

"Salute to Scott!"

The guests raised their glasses and loudly echoed the sentiment.

The bartender switched the soothing blues music in the bar to energetic rock, and the lights started flashing.

The atmosphere in the entire bar was instantly ignited, becoming lively and frenzied.

Scott wiped away his tears, looking at the table laden with liquor and the strangers around him raising their glasses. He felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration.

"Fuck Vista! Fuck Paxton!"

Scott picked up a glass of strong liquor and clinked it heavily with Azu's.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

A thousand cups of wine are less than a confidant.

Under Azuna's deliberately relaxed atmosphere and humorous conversation, Scott completely opened up.

He was no longer reserved, no longer self-conscious.

He began telling Azu how adorable his daughter Cathy was, about the random survival skills he'd learned in prison, and even complained that Louis never got to the point.

Ah Zu also relaxed and, as an "ordinary person," enjoyed this pure, down-to-earth interpersonal interaction.

After several rounds of strong liquor...

Scott was stammering and his eyes were glazed over.

With a "bang".

He collapsed onto the bar and began snoring loudly.

At this moment, Ah Zu also stood up and placed several hundred-yuan bills under his wine glass.

He casually gave a brief instruction to the bartender who was wiping the glasses.

"Don't throw him out; let him sleep until he wakes up naturally. If he throws up, this money will be your cleaning fee."

"Give this to him when he wakes up tomorrow." Azu handed over a card.

The bartender's eyes lit up when he saw the hundred-dollar bills, and he immediately nodded respectfully: "No problem, sir! I guarantee he'll sleep like a baby."

Azu didn't linger any longer. He pushed open the bar door and stepped into the San Francisco night.

Thick sea fog began to blanket the streets.

At the bar entrance, a brand-new Aston Martin sat silently, its engine whirring like a beast's growl.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Sitting in the driver's seat was the stunningly beautiful Miss Skynet.

She wore a sexy black low-cut belted dress, and her long hair was gently blown by the sea breeze.

Seeing Ah Zu come out, Tianwang opened the car door and went to greet him in his high heels.

She naturally wrapped her arms around Ah Zu's neck and gave him a lingering, passionate kiss.

"Sir, how was your vacation?" Skynet whispered in Azu's ear.

"Very enjoyable."

Ah Zu put his arm around her slender waist, opened the car door for her, and then got into the passenger seat himself.

The Aston Martin roared, its headlights leaving a streak of light as it tore through the thick fog of San Francisco and sped toward the Fairmont Hotel.