Chapter 8: Skye Begs for Mercy, Carl Compensates

Noon

Carl took a bottle of red wine and a glass from the refrigerator.

After pouring a glass of wine, he savored it comfortably.

At this moment, Skye was wrapped in a blanket, lazily lying on the sofa.

Carl smiled and asked, "How about you stay at my place?"

"After all, I have a lot of properties, and the place is spacious enough."

Skye, who was resting, shook her head and refused, "No, I have a place to stay on my own."

"Alright."

Carl shrugged, accustomed to this.

It wasn't the first time he invited Skye.

But she never stayed at his place.

Thinking for a moment, Carl teased, "Fine, if you don't want to, let's buy a sturdy bed today. Although a broken bed doesn't matter much, it does delay our sleep, right?"

Skye, upon hearing this, immediately grabbed a pillow and threw it at Carl.

"What are you talking about! It's all because of you, you jerk!"

With a hint of resentment in her words, she continued, "What's wrong with you today? You're so excited, and it's already noon! You even broke my bed!"

You should know that when she called Carl in the morning, it was just around seven or eight o'clock.

Skye was aware of Carl's prowess. After all, Carl had been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

She had prepared for more than an hour today.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be so formidable.

Carl, however, nonchalantly laughed, "What's the big deal? As long as I want to, I can do it even until tomorrow."

"Don't brag. If you're so capable, why don't you try?"

"Really?"

Carl smiled and walked towards Skye.

Skye noticed Carl's change and was quite shocked. "No way, are you serious? Are you even still human?"

Raising an eyebrow, Carl replied, "What else would I be?"

Skye buried her head in the blanket, pleading, "I was kidding. I know I was wrong. I'm exhausted now. You're amazing. You win."

Carl chuckled at her words, patted Skye, and then picked up the wine glass from the coffee table, feeling content.

In fact, what he said was true.

If he hadn't sensed that Skye was too tired, Carl could indeed continue.

After all, he was a completely different person now that he had obtained the Silver Superman template.

Well, it's just unexpected that the bed collapsed within a few hours.

All that could be said was that Skye's room wasn't all that great.

Whether out of pride or something else, Skye didn't move into Carl's house.

Rather, she made the decision to reside in the modest house she rented.

She was unaware, though, that Carl had already made contact with the landlord and had paid 15% more than the house's market value for the property.

It must be acknowledged that the cost of housing in this area is really low.

It was far less than Carl had anticipated, even with a fifteen percent above the going rate.

It appears that inexpensive products are now indeed undesirable.

The bed collapsed!

He ought to visit the seller and discuss the quality since it is truly subpar.

He now has to cover Skye's bed costs!

Truly a shady businessman.

....

Skye rested for a while before getting up to freshen up.

Carl had already finished a bottle of red wine and was done with his own grooming.

It was past two o'clock, and Skye finished tidying up.

Because of the collapsed bed, they needed to go out and buy a new one.

So, they had to tidy up some personal items in the house first.

Eating comes first, of course.

The two of them went to a high-end restaurant for a meal and then directly to a nearby mall.

This time, Carl spent three thousand dollars directly to buy a bed.

He was a bit regretful that the mall didn't have more costly ones.

All he could think of was that this bed would never fall apart again.

They went straight to Skye's house with delivery people because Skye would be sleeping at home tonight.

The delivery staff was naturally very enthusiastic.

Despite the house's lackluster appearance and modest size, Carl managed to spend more than three thousand dollars on a bed.

Typically, selling one within a month proved difficult.

These two appeared to be powerful and well-off individuals based on their appearance.

Naturally, they had to be treated well.

When the bed was delivered, it was already after five o'clock.

"What should we do now? How about going to your bar?" Skye asked as she settled into the new bed.

"There aren't many people in the bar now, it's not interesting."

"That's true, so what should we do?"

"Let's test the quality of this bed first, and then go eat."

With a hint of astonishment, Skye asked, "Test the quality of the bed?"

"Isn't this bed good enough..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Carl interrupted her.

"We have to test it ourselves to determine the quality of a bed," he said with a naughty grin.

Carl then proceeded to climb onto the bed.

....

After three hours.

Carl proceeded to the refrigerator anyhow, grabbing a glass and a bottle of wine.

He enjoyed drinking but did not smoke.

Carl brought most of the wine at Skye's house from the bar.

Naturally, the goal was...😏😏

Skye lay on the bed, quietly observing Carl. "Really, why do you feel like you've changed today?"

Carl raised his eyebrows, "Is it because I broke the bed?"

"Not at all!"

Skye gave him a glance, then muttered to herself, "I can't put it into words, but it seems like nothing has changed."

"It's just a feeling, a lot of changes in demeanor."

"Probably."

Carl smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Previously, when he learned that he was in the Marvel world, he naturally felt some pressure.

Although he was very rich.

In this world, money hardly plays a big role.

After all, there are too many powerful beings.

Let's not talk about Thanos and the like; Carl hasn't figured out how to deal with that Kingpin yet.

But now, with the Silver Superman template, Carl had the power to protect himself.

His mindset naturally couldn't be the same as before.

At least, he wanted to teach a lesson to the guy who wanted to forcefully take over his bar.

Although he had thought about it before, he estimated that he probably couldn't beat the guy.

But now, well... hehe.

But that wasn't important.

There's time to deal with that person later.

After all, in three days time, the other party said he would come personally.

Now, spending time with his girl was more important.

After resting for a while, They freshened up.

The two of them set out to go to the bar.

Carl's bar was called Smith's Bar.

This name was given by the old man.

The reason Carl didn't liquidate the bar was partly because he liked drinking and wanted a place to blow some steam.

On the other hand, it also had a commemorative meaning.

One of the bars was in Queens, not far from his home.

The other one was in Manhattan.

To be honest, the one million dollars that Kingpin offered for the bar in Queens was a reasonable price.

Smith's Bar in Queens, although the venue was large, and there were many high-quality liquors, when bundled together, it wasn't worth a million dollars.

It could be said that the price Kingpin offered was very good.

But no matter how good the price was, the act of forcing a sale was another matter, and he didn't like that.

After all, Carl's net worth was in the Tens of billions. Was he really that desperate for the money for one bar? Of course not, he's rich as fuck.