Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Finally, with a sharp pain, he lost consciousness completely. He was sent flying like a cannonball, along with several gunmen behind him, crashing into the living room inside the mansion.

Bang!

Several gunmen slammed into the living room wall, embedding themselves deeply, and dust and shockwaves swept through the entire living room.

Kleiner, who was sitting on the living room sofa, was unaware of what was happening. He glanced subconsciously at the dusty area at the far end of the living room, then turned to look at the door. His pupils dilated slightly as he witnessed the most unbelievable scene of his life.

The boy, dressed in a dark green air force jacket and jeans, with a bullet necklace around his neck, walked in with a light step.

Upon seeing the young man, the private mercenary squad leader instinctively roared, "Fire!!"

The captain pulled the trigger first, and the other gunmen followed suit. In an instant, flames erupted from the muzzles, and a barrage of bullets rained down like raindrops.

But the bullets passed right through the boy, as if they were hitting thin air, and the places where the bullets passed through glowed with a golden light.

The scene was extremely horrifying. Not only Kleiner, but all the other gunmen who kept firing stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror.

"How is this possible?"

Kleiner jumped up from the sofa, his face filled with disbelief.

Over the years, he had seen all sorts of scenes, but Matthew's appearance tonight still overturned his understanding.

It's unbelievable that someone could ignore bullets, especially someone he'd practically watched grow up.

"Kleiner~"

Matthew's eyes flashed with a dazzling cold light as he looked at Kleiner in front of the sofa in the distance. Letting the bullet pass through his body, he raised his right hand.

A golden light emanated from his palm, its shimmering glow containing incredible energy.

The next moment, under everyone's tense gaze, the ball of energy transformed into dozens of rays of light that shot out in all directions.

The speed was so fast that those present couldn't react at all.

These tiny, death-like rays of light pierced the foreheads of all the gunmen present except for Kleiner in an instant.

Disbelief and despair were written on the faces of each gunman. Then, they lost their strength and collapsed heavily to the ground.

A tiny blood hole on his forehead emitted wisps of blue smoke, but no blood flowed out, indicating that the light rays possessed terrifyingly high temperatures.

The only living person present, Kleiner, felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this scene, as if a cold wind had swept over him. His eyes were filled with fear as he slumped onto the sofa, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The wine glass that was originally in his hand slipped from his hand and fell onto the red carpet, soaking it with wine.

Kleiner had no time to pay attention to this, because he was overwhelmed by fear and only one thought flashed through his mind.

monster!!

Kleiner had long lost the composure and authority of a wealthy man and the head of a criminal organization; he became panicked because he recognized Matthew, who had even made an appearance at Daniel's funeral.

Apart from a few people in the know, the rest of the town had no idea what kind of evil Kleiner was hiding.

The reason is that Kleiner is very good at disguising himself, is enthusiastic about doing charity, and has brought many benefits to the town.

Of course, the townspeople didn't care whether this was a way to avoid taxes; they saw that Kleiner had transformed Margrave's previously impoverished state.

Regardless, Kleiner succeeded; he built his own criminal empire in Margrave.

This is his kingdom, his territory, and he is the emperor here.

Kleiner has always been very good at hypocrisy.

Kleiner attended the funeral of Daniel, a sheriff who had worked in the town for over a decade and had earned considerable prestige, and also offered special comfort to the grief-stricken Matthew.

At that time, Kleiner felt only mockery and disdain.

If it weren't for the pressure from the police station, he would have tied up the kid and interrogated him to get what he wanted.

Kleiner never expected that this boy, whom he had once disregarded, would now easily slaughter dozens of his gunmen and security guards.

Fear, confusion, doubt, and despair overwhelmed his heart and robbed him of his reason.

People who possess enormous wealth are often the most afraid of death.

Because they don't lack wealth, they only lack the time and health to enjoy it.

They yearn to spend their time indulging in a luxurious lifestyle, acquiring wealth through various means: mansions, women, power, fine wine, luxury goods, luxury cars, and the thrill of defying life and death.

But all beings are equal in the face of death. Whether rich or poor, once you die, everything vanishes into thin air.

That is the case right now.

Kleiner trembled all over; fear made him completely lose his composure and reveal his ugly side.

"Matthew."

The dark green air force jacket gradually came into focus. Stepping through the corpses, it was like a dark green grim reaper approaching, his footsteps like a death knell tolling for him. Kleiner was so terrified that he could no longer speak coherently, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He suppressed his fear and tried to smile, but he didn't realize that his smile looked particularly ugly at that moment.

Standing before Kleiner, watching his utterly disgraceful performance, Matthew felt only amusement.

That once hypocritical tycoon, the savior of Margrave, with billions of dollars that countless people dream of, still felt fear and dread in the face of death.

Whoosh!!

Matthew ignored his pleas for mercy, raised his finger, and a golden cross of light emanated from his fingertip, piercing through Klein's knee.

what! ! !

With a painful howl, Kleiner clutched his pierced knee, the intense pain contorting his face and leaving him drenched in sweat.

"Damn it, fuck, my legs, my legs."

The intense pain nearly made Kleiner faint, and he unconsciously began to curse.

For Matthew, how could a little pain compare to the grief of losing his adoptive father, who was like a biological father to him?

hum! !

A golden cross of light shone from his fingertips once more, its brilliance even more dazzling. This frightened Kleiner so much that he stopped howling, loosened his hands that were hugging his knees, and flung them up, his face full of pleading: "Matthew, let me go, I have money, I have a lot of money."

"I have three million dollars in cash in my safe, thirty million dollars in my account, and other very valuable assets and real estate. I can give them all to you. With this money, you'll be a billionaire and can enjoy an unimaginable material life, Matthew, as long as you let me go."

"You shouldn't extinguish the only light in a child's heart, Kleiner."

The eerie voice was like a biting cold wind, and behind the golden light that bloomed at her fingertips were eyes that were ruthless and indifferent.