In American comics: My Traveling Frog steals from all over the world!

"What? The entire 100-person group is back?"

Lazar was taken aback. Weren't they just talking about attacking Ulysses Crow?

How come it's over so quickly?

He was secretly pleased; it seemed the arms dealers were less vigilant than he had imagined.

"What about that batch of vibranium? Have you gotten your hands on it yet?"

The foreman's face was ashen, and he stammered, "Leader...they...they all..."

"What?" Laza frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"They're all dead!!!"

boom!

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, silencing the entire tent.

Lazar's expression was like that of a chameleon.

Expectation turned into shock, and shock turned into anger.

Raza roared, "What did you say?!"

"The entire hundred-man squad was wiped out; not a single one returned alive!"

The foreman's voice trembled, "Outside...outside..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion broke out outside the tent.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"My God, what is that?!"

Screams, gunshots, and explosions mingled together.

Lazar rushed out of the tent, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink.

In the very center of the camp, a young man with an Eastern face was holding a sword in one hand.

The sword flashed with silver light, and blood splattered wherever it passed.

A pale-faced man followed behind him.

Its speed is as fast as a ghost, and each flash takes a life.

The most outrageous thing is that there's also a fat cat strolling around gracefully.

Wherever they went, members of the Ten Rings Gang would inexplicably fall down, as if struck by some unseen force.

"What kind of monsters are these guys?!"

Members of the Ten Rings Gang in the camp were firing wildly with AKs.

But the bullets couldn't hit the man with the sword at all.

The man twirled his sword, magically transforming it into a shield that blocked all the bullets.

The man's figure vanished in the next moment.

The longsword reappeared mysteriously, transforming into a scythe of death in his hand.

The sword flashed like lightning, and members of the Ten Rings Gang fell one after another.

There are no fancy moves; every sword strike is precise and deadly.

The man moved about as if he were in an empty place.

"Tsk tsk, these little minions are really easy to beat."

Yu Mu hummed an unknown tune as his sword struck, and the Ten Rings Gang's militants fell like wheat being harvested.

Morbius has completely unleashed his bloodthirsty instincts.

Transformed into a blood-red phantom, it weaves through the crowd.

The vampires' speed and strength gave them an overwhelming advantage over these ordinary people.

Although the "beast" is trapped in Garfield's fat body, it is still an evil god.

More than enough to deal with these mortals.

Its lazy tail flick can deliver an invisible mental shock that can splatter brains.

Meow~

With a soft, adorable meow, several armed men instantly collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices.

In just a few minutes, the entire camp was transformed into a scene of carnage.

Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields.

Raza collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling uncontrollably: "Who...who are you people?"

"Demons! You are all demons!"

Seeing the impending crisis, he got up and tried to run away.

"Didn't you want to kill me?"

"What, you've forgotten so quickly?"

"You're so young, stop masturbating so much!!"

Yu Mu walked up to Lazar, blocking his way, and said calmly.

What?!

Raza never expected that the person who stole his vibranium was right in front of him.

At that moment, he was filled with deep regret!

That makes sense; he could snatch his position from that arms dealer, Crow.

How could there be no brush at all?!

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Let me go, let me go!"

"I have money! I have money!"

"Give me the money! Give me the money!"

"..."

Raza, gripped by fear, spoke incoherently.

"Dead men don't need to know so much." With a casual flick of his sword, Yu Mu ended the life of the terrorist leader in his disbelief.

Yu Mu drew his sword and said calmly, "Rich? Richer than Tony Stark?"

The leader of the Ten Rings Gang collapsed onto the sand and fell silent.

The battle ended, and the camp fell into a deathly silence.

Yu Mu looked around and saw a scene of utter chaos.

"Tsk, these guys are too weak."

"With this little strength, they dare to call themselves the Ten Rings Gang? I think they'd be more like Ten Rings Dish."

Morbius wiped the blood from his hands and asked:

"Yu Mu, is there anything else that needs to be searched here?"

"Of course." Yu Mu pointed to the depths of the camp. "Since we're already here, we should make the most of everything."

"Maybe we can find something good."

The "beast," with a small dried fish it had somehow acquired dangling from its mouth, mumbled indistinctly:

"This place is interesting; there's a peculiar aura deep inside."

"It smells like...the scent of a genius?"

The three of them headed towards the cave inside the camp.

The further you go in, the darker it gets.

Eventually, they entered the depths of the cave.

We arrived at a heavy steel gate.

The door was covered with various chains and reinforcements, clearly indicating that it was used to imprison something important.

"Knock knock knock..."

A rhythmic knocking sound came from behind the door, like someone hammering metal.

Yu Mu raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Interesting, looks like someone's up to no good in secret!"

He walked to the gate and stretched his wrists.

"Let me see how much force this door can withstand."

Yu Mu activated the "qi" within his body and raised his hand to deliver a palm strike.

boom!

The heavy steel gate shattered into pieces in an instant, with fragments flying everywhere.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a simple cave workshop came into view.

The workshop was filled with all sorts of metal parts and tools.

There were also several rather sophisticated-looking pieces of equipment in the corner.

In the center of the workshop stood a man wearing a black shirt with a full beard.

He was still holding a hammer in his hand, and it was clear that the sound of the hammering was from him.

On the workbench in front of him was a rudimentary steel armor under construction.

Tony Stark!

Yu Mu instantly recognized this genius inventor who was famous in the Marvel world.

Tony, however, looked quite disheveled.

His hair was disheveled, and there were several scars on his face.

He didn't have that confident and flamboyant demeanor he displayed on TV at all.

Inside the cave.

Tony Stark was intently hammering away at his makeshift workbench.

Hearing the noise, he looked towards the cave entrance and froze instantly.

A young man with an Asian face stood at the door, holding a long sword that was still dripping with blood.

Behind him followed a pale-faced man and a seemingly harmless orange cat.

who are they?!

"Tony Stark!" Yu Mu sized up the future Iron Man and said mockingly.

"How did a once-powerful arms tycoon fall to such a state?"

"They're actually forging iron in a cave?"

"Who...who are you people?"

Tony's voice trembled slightly, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.

He's been locked up here for so long, and every day he's been thinking about how to escape.

Unexpectedly, someone broke into the house today, and their clothing was different from that of the Ten Rings Gang.

He's clearly not from the Ten Rings Gang!

Could it be that I can go out now?

But these people don't seem like... good people.

On the other side of the cave, Dr. Ethan stared in disbelief at the scene.

They heard the screams outside very clearly.

Now, seeing this god of death, all I feel is fear.

Yu Mu sized up Tony, then glanced at the rudimentary mecha he was building, and said with a smirk, "We're here to rescue you, Tony Stark."