Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 111: Put my mark on you
"But before that, let's settle an account first." Geno knelt down and clasped Namor's other hand with a smile.

"Call me a waste, right?"

After saying that, Geno pinched Namor's thumb and gently broke it.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Namor, who fell in the dirt, opened his mouth to cry again.

"Shut up! It's so noisy!" Geno raised his hand and slapped Namor twice on the face.

His head shook from side to side like a rattle, and his greasy face became swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The extreme humiliation and severe pain made the Lord of the Seven Seas just want to die immediately.

But the hatred for Jeno in his heart still made him choose to give in. He just stared at Jeno with a pair of tawny eyes to vent the anger in his heart.

"You are noisy like a savage monkey, too noisy." Geno still kept smiling and pinched off Namor's second finger again.

"Well, uh uh!" Namor's temples were exposed with veins and his eyes were rounded, but the fear of Geno still made him grit his teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound even if his teeth were bleeding.

"The water flooded New York and destroyed my wealth in New York!" Geno smiled and broke off Namor's third finger.

Namor couldn't bear the pain that was so painful that he couldn't bear it any longer. Tears fell down his face, and the poor man opened his mouth and howled loudly.

This arrogant man can no longer endure such torture. As a king, he has always been pampered since he was a child. How could he have experienced such torture?

"Please, people of the motherland! Spare me, I was wrong!"

At this moment, he was filled with regret. Why should he be so smart as to provoke the damned people of the motherland?
Looking at Geno through his heavy eyelids, Namor could only feel his whole body shaking uncontrollably. The land man in front of him was simply a demon.

"Don't, the accounts between us haven't been settled yet." Geno interrupted Namor's plea with a smile. He was not a good person and would not forgive others just because they apologized.

Geno stood up and turned Namor over with his feet so that he could face the sky.

"Harassing my girlfriend and trying to be a relationship wrecker, right?"

Looking at Namor's severed finger,
Geno thought for a while, then stared at Namor's chest with a calm expression and said, "But seeing that you are in so much pain, let's change the game."

As he spoke, Geno's eyes glowed red and he shot a scorching heat vision at Namor's chest. The temperature-controlling heat vision pierced his skin, leaving scorched black scars. Ignoring Namor's screams, Geno turned his head. A large English letter "loser" was left on Namor's chest.

Looking at the burnt red mark on the man's burnt chest hair, Natasha couldn't help but laugh out loud. Little Green Tea hugged Geno's neck like an admirer and praised: "Wow, this is so creative. I believe it." Every day when I wake up, look in the mirror and see my chest, I can’t help but think of you.”

"No, that's not enough. We have to physically isolate him from his evil thoughts."

Geno's eyes fell under Namor, glanced at Natasha and said, "If I were you, I would leave right now."

Natasha raised her eyebrows, and the veteran driver immediately guessed what Geno was thinking, chuckled, and turned towards the building in the distance.

Geno turned his head and focused his gaze on Namor, his eyes glowing red again.

"Buzz!"

Because of Namor, Natasha's plan to go to the orphanage also fell through.

When Jeno and Natasha pushed the unconscious Namor back to the Daily Bugle building on a cart, Steve and others looked at Namor lying on the cart with shocked expressions.

Logan looked at Namor who looked like a pig's head in surprise and said:
"Boss, is this the Lord of the Seven Seas? The murderer who flooded New York?"

No wonder Logan was surprised, Namor looked so miserable.His fingers were broken off, the letters "loser" were burned black on his chest, and his green shorts were wet with blood. The unconscious man's brows tightened, as if he was sad that he had lost something.

Anyone who looked at it would think it was just a homeless man who had been beaten badly.

Natasha interrupted Logan, rolled her eyes and said:

"Yes, he is Namor. Captain and I met this idiot on the beach."

And when Namor made rude remarks, Natasha had actually predicted Namor's ending. The female companion was very jealous of Geno, and she would lose her skin even if he didn't die.

There is actually no difference between being alive and dead now. After all, Namor has lost the characteristics that men are proud of, and his future life will only be bleak.

Geno sat back on the chair, glanced at Steve, and signaled him to wake Namor up.

Electroshock boy Steve was not polite to the murderer who flooded New York. The man stepped forward and slapped Namor awake with two slaps.

The first thing Namor felt when he woke up was pain, extreme pain.

There was also a faint smell of blood in the air, but as a king, Namor gritted his teeth and regained his composure to observe his surroundings.

He found himself lying on the cold floor, surrounded by some land people, including a short man with a beard and the red-haired woman he had seen before.

Until his eyes fell on the black-haired young man sitting in the main seat, whose eyes stared at Namor indifferently, painful memories came to his mind, and Namor let out a woodchuck scream: "Evil, devil!"

Geno smiled and put a finger in front of his lips. Namor suddenly seemed to be strangled by invisible giant hands, staring at Geno in horror, not daring to make a sound.

The air gradually became quiet, and only the sound of everyone's breathing echoed in the conference room.

Everyone was looking at Geno, waiting for him to speak.

Geno slowly straightened his back and tapped the table with his index finger, making a dull "dong-dong" sound. The invisible pressure came and Namor couldn't help but tremble.

Geno lazily held up his chin and said, "Namo Mackenzie, right?"

At this moment, the Lord of the Seven Seas did not have the domineering power of the past at all, and nodded hurriedly.

"Very good." Geno grinned and said, "Nice to meet you, Namor. Now tell me, how to contact your tribe to let you go back?"

Namor was a little surprised and said in disbelief: "You, you want to let me go back."

Geno waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, idiot, I mean to let them redeem you."

Geno leaned forward and looked down at Namor: "You are the king of Atlantis, the Lord of the Seven Seas. You must be worth a lot of good things, right?"

As the first race created by the Celestials when they came to earth, the Atlanteans had a lot of good things in their hands. But now that their king was in their own hands, they wanted to extort a fortune and bleed the people at the bottom of the sea.

Namor was a little disappointed when he heard Geno's answer, but his desire for freedom still made him answer Geno's question.

"There is a communication tool called a magical conch in my pants. If you blow it, you can activate the communication equipment inside."

Steve on the side saw this and stepped forward to rifle through Namor's pockets.

Soon, Steve pulled out a small, fishy-smelling conch with a strange shape from Namor's blood-stained green pants.

"Very good." Geno stood up with a smile. The next step was to find the people under the sea to discuss how much they would need to pay to redeem their king.

(End of this chapter)