I made two trips to Stark Industries and received two checks totaling one hundred thousand dollars.
At last, Qin Xiao received a call from Pepper.
Tony Stark had finally remembered that he had hired a personal combat instructor.
In truth, although Tony Stark was arrogant, he was still willing to learn from others—and he did, in his own way, respect people with real ability.
Happy was specifically sent to pick Qin Xiao up and take him to Tony's house.
Perhaps it was the single punch that had exploded the sandbag that left such a deep impression on Happy last time.
As Tony Stark's personal bodyguard, he felt his professional standards needed improvement.
On the way, Happy asked Qin Xiao whether he could also learn kung fu.
Qin Xiao said it was fine—so long as his boss approved, he had no objections.
Compared to the cliffside seaside mansion seen in the movies, witnessing it in person was even more shocking.
The place was nearly as large as a small-to-medium shopping mall.
What was even more infuriating was that with such a massive house, Tony didn't hire a single servant.
Aside from his bedroom, he usually hid away in the basement, inventing things.
What was the point of having such a huge house?
Compared to the mansion itself, the AI prototype—JARVIS—didn't shock Qin Xiao that much.
After all, the impression JARVIS gave in the movies wasn't much different from reality.
And so, fueled by a desire to take revenge on evil capitalism—and Tony's final resistance—
Qin Xiao and Tony began their first lesson.
Horse stance.
A basic martial arts technique that every Chinese person knew.
"Lower. Go lower. Your thighs and calves should form a ninety-degree angle. Drop your hips more. Don't stick your butt out. Oh, damn it! Happy, are you trying to seduce me with that fat ass? Get down!"
Tony Stark wasn't yet familiar enough with Qin Xiao to let him into the underground lab.
Instead, he brought him out onto the large open balcony.
"I came here to learn real fighting kung fu—not to practice these damn weird poses."
"This is great," Tony complained, his legs trembling as he struggled to hold the stance.
"This is the foundation of Chinese martial arts," Qin Xiao explained. "I've practiced similar techniques before. It strengthens your lower body and makes you much harder to knock down in a real fight."
To Qin Xiao's surprise, Tony had practiced Wing Chun for a while.
He even claimed to admire a famous Wing Chun master.
(In reality, it was Robert Downey Jr. who practiced Wing Chun—not Tony Stark—but for the sake of the story, we'll go with it.)
At this point, Tony not only ignored Happy's confusion, but even took the time to explain it to him.
When the boss spoke, Happy had no choice but to squat again, twisting his hips awkwardly. It took him a long time to adjust his posture.
"I've got a question," Tony said.
He had already completed the horse stance and seemed surprisingly relaxed in the first few minutes, even chatting with Qin Xiao.
"Go ahead."
Qin Xiao somehow dragged over a chair, leaned back, and replied lazily.
"My Wing Chun teacher was a very famous martial arts master in China. Why do you think he wasn't as good as you?"
"True martial arts are lethal techniques," Qin Xiao said calmly. "Very little of that gets passed overseas. What most foreigners learn today are performance tricks—martial arts for show."
"To put it simply, it's like the difference between Hogwarts and street magicians. You get it, right? Muggle."
Qin Xiao wasn't talking nonsense—especially in the Marvel universe, where characters like Shang-Chi would eventually appear.
To be honest, in Qin Xiao's previous life, true martial arts had already declined in this era. As an ordinary person, you simply couldn't find real masters anymore.
Whether it was famous martial arts schools or so-called masters outside, most were just performing routines—flashy kicks and dramatic movements for display.
Qin Xiao didn't know whether Tony was particularly free recently, but almost every day Tony had Happy pick him up for training.
This forced Qin Xiao to take the job seriously.
Although Qin Xiao didn't truly understand authentic Chinese martial arts himself,
dealing with complete amateurs like Tony and Happy was still manageable.
Every day began with horse stance training, followed by an hour of physical conditioning.
Finally, the two would spar with each other while Qin Xiao gave instructions from the side.
After nearly a month, their combat ability had indeed improved rapidly.
Qin Xiao's greatest gain, however, was growing increasingly familiar with Tony Stark.
After a month together, Qin Xiao was surprised to discover how many similarities they shared.
They both hated formalism, disliked overly serious people, and believed such people were hypocritical.
In fact, these traits existed in most people—but most were worn down by the long grind of ordinary life.
Just like Qin Xiao in his previous life.
Tony Stark was lucky. His status and talent allowed him to preserve his attitude and individuality in this world.
But after Qin Xiao's transmigration—and the system's influence—his own unrestrained nature began to surface as well.
Most importantly, both of them had terrible taste.
For example, they recently came up with several nicknames for Happy:
"Fat-Ass Butter,""Elegant Big-Butt Gigolo,"and so on.
As a result, Happy no longer dared to spar with them.
The main reason was simple—Tony Stark was genuinely talented.
With continuous physical training and Qin Xiao's guidance, Happy was gradually becoming unable to keep up with Tony.
This was an enormous humiliation for a bodyguard.
Rumor had it that Happy had begun considering a transfer to Stark Industries' security department.
Just as Qin Xiao was busy training Tony every day and slowly building a friendship with him—
At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in Washington.
Inside Director Nick Fury's office.
The bald, red-skinned man maintained his usual posture, standing by the window and coldly gazing at the scenery outside.
Behind him stood Black Widow, dressed in a black tactical suit.
Compared to her appearance in the bar, Black Widow now looked far more formidable and resolute.
"Nearly all the agents committed suicide," Black Widow said calmly."The remaining two agents gritted their teeth during interrogation. No matter how brutal the torture, they refused to speak."
"That's fine," Nick Fury said. "We've already cut off all their secret connections in the United States. They can't cause trouble anymore. Whether they talk or not doesn't matter."
He turned around and asked,"Agent Romanoff, how does it feel to personally deal with your former colleagues?"
"I've done many terrible things in the past," Black Widow replied evenly."I'm willing to use my understanding of those mistakes to destroy their operations. For me, it's a way to make amends."
Her expression was calm, as if she had completely shed her former shadows.
"Oh? If that's truly how you feel, then that's good," Fury said."That concludes this matter. There's no need to discuss it further. Let the two agents leave safely."
He paused, then added,"It's a shame about that Asian man you ran into last time. A lot of people are very interested in him."
Nick Fury pointed at a file on his desk.
On the first page was Qin Xiao's name and photograph.
Beneath it—
The Avengers Initiative.
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