Chapter 42. Nickname

[Reputation points from Luke Cage +35]

[Reputation points from Henry Hunter +50]

"How did you do that?!"

After a while, Pop folded away the stunned expression on his face and looked at Ryan, who looked like it was all natural.

Kicking a can was nothing amazing in itself, but being able to kick a can so high up into the sky that no one knew where it went like Ryan was very surprising.

Because obviously, this had surpassed the strength of ordinary people. Even if normal people kicked with all their might, it was impossible to kick it that high up into the sky.

What's more, looking at Ryan's relaxed appearance, it was obvious that he didn't use his full strength.

Luke looked at Ryan's rolled-up pants, revealing his strong thighs. Perhaps because of his own extraordinary abilities, he wasn't as surprised as Pop was by Ryan's powerful legs.

However, similarly, Luke was curious about the source of Ryan's powers.

He could feel that Ryan's ability wasn't the same as his own ability, that he had accidentally acquired through experimentation.

"[Mighty Steel Leg]. It's the name of the Kung Fu I learned in Peng Lai."

"Kung Fu?"

Since the 1970s, Chinese martial arts culture has become popular in the United States, so when Ryan said the word 'Kung Fu', Luke and Pop didn't find it strange. Instead, they rightfully nodded their heads and felt that all their previous doubts made sense.

'This is why stereotypes ruin people.'

Looking at the expressions of the two, Ryan shook his head in his heart while sighing. 'Chinese Kung Fu was just too popular in America these days.'

At the same time and slightly more aware, thanks to the efforts of the predecessors that promoted it, Ryan wouldn't have to explain everything in detail. It was a difficult challenge for Westerners to understand the meaning of the word Kung Fu.

"King Kong Legs and Power Man, I never thought I would be able to meet two people with superhuman abilities in one day."

"Pop, please stop calling me that." Luke shook his head helplessly at Pop's nickname for him.

Henry: "Hey, Mr Bulletproof, if I had your superpowers, the first thing I'd do is give myself a better nickname. If someone used it first, it wouldn't be as fun."

Luke Cage: "There's never going to be that kind of guy, Pop. Because no one will ever know what I can do."

Shaking his head, Pop looked at the tall man in front of him, "Never say never, Luke. Maybe Ah Xing is right. You should go out and help others. Maybe that's the real reason why God gave you these superpowers."

"That's what Reva said." Pop's words clearly reminded Luke of something.

"Maybe she was right. Don't you ever think about the fact that you could have helped others with these powers? Maybe you should be a little ambitious, Luke, and use your powers to save more people and as Ah Xing said, change Harlem."

Luke Cage: "Maybe, my ambition is just to sweep hair in a barbershop, wash dishes in a nightclub and ask people to stop bothering me?"

"You can't escape." At this moment, Ryan, who had been watching, spoke, "You can run away for a while, but not for a lifetime."

"Do you think I wanted all this?"

Ryan's words obviously struck some memories for Luke. He subconsciously clenched his fist and couldn't help but raise his voice, "I was framed, beaten, locked up like a damn fish in a tank for observation. When I got out, I had these strange abilities."

Pop: "These abilities saved your life."

Luke Cage: "It ruined my life! I never wanted to have these abilities. Sometimes I even think that if I didn't have these abilities, Reva wouldn't have died! And I wouldn't be hiding like this! "

Pop: "So what, Luke? Listen to me. The past is the past. And the only direction in life that matters is forward. Never backwards."

"I just want to live an ordinary life now." He shook his head. Pop's words, while touching, clearly hadn't been able to convince Luke to come out of his painful past.

'Fortunately, my aim is just the points, not to soothe some people's wounds. Otherwise, I'll have to create a bigger role for myself in this scene.'

Watching the touching scene between the two, Ryan's heart secretly rejoiced.

However, at this moment, the sound of something being smashed came from the distance, causing his nerves, which had been slightly relaxed, to tighten up again instantly.

Because the direction from which these sounds came from was clearly ...

"It's from Connie's restaurant!"

Henry turned his head and muttered a guess.

Then, he saw Ryan, who was standing beside him, rush straight towards] the restaurant with swift movements.

Since they promised Mrs Connie that they would guarantee the safety of the Chinese restaurant, they naturally had to do it.

"Luke."

After a worried glance in the direction Ryan had disappeared, Pop then turned his head to look at Luke, who was still standing beside him.

"Pop, when I first told you the secret, you promised me that you would never force me to do something I didn't want to do." Luke couldn't help saying so after seeing Pop's gaze.

"But things are different now. I'm not asking you to do something bad, Luke." In response, Pop didn't waver, "You know Connie, she let you rent the place before, without asking about your situation."

"..."

Pop's words obviously made Luke falter for a moment. He turned his head to look in the direction of the Chinese restaurant, pursed his lips and hesitated, and finally told Pop, "I know, but, Pop, just this once. I'll only do this, this one time."

"Your decision." Pop said as he slightly curled the corners of his lips and lightly shook his head at Luke.

To that, Luke helplessly smiled, pulled up his hoodie and chased after Ryan.

"Go ahead, Mr Bulletproof, show the Harlem crowd what you're made of."

Watching Luke leave, Pop stood there and whispered to himself.

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-:Binge:-

2 ch/d resuming from today.