London.

"A villain once went to a bar filled with supes. He had on a black suit and a cap," the man adjusted his cap as he continued his tale. He seemed to be in a bar filled with bulky-looking men and beautiful curvy women in tight costumes, masks, and boots. They all had jugs of liquor as they listened to the strange, black-suited man who had his face covered halfway with cap.

"Inside the bar, there were bulky-looking supes and beautiful women," the man took off his cap and made a low bow to the women, who all blushed. They didn't see his face, but from his gesture, they couldn't help but think that he was attractive behind that cap.

"The villain sat at the far end sipping his wine as he watched the supes. Some might say he was crazy for drinking in the midst of supes who wouldn't hesitate to kill him if his identity slipped out. But he never cared and continued to drink as if there were no tomorrow. The supes didn't notice him either, but little did they know that the villain had placed something in their drinks."

Gasp! Gasp!

'Oh, come on, this isn't even interesting!' The man thought inwardly as he continued.

"He didn't just poison the supes, he poisoned the entire bar. Then, one of the waiters coughed."

At the same time, the turbulent cough of a waiter resounded, drawing everyone's attention.

"I'm sorry; please, you may continue," the waiter spoke so fast that the supes didn't even hear what he was saying.

The black-suited man already had their attention, after all.

"Now, before the walking bomb interrupted, what was I saying again?" The man feigned a thinking expression.

"You were in the part where a waiter coughed!" A woman cutely spoke. Then her face turned blue, then green before red as she caught a glimpse of those fierce, enchanting green pair of eyes. Subconsciously, she pushed her boobs out and flashed a seductive smile.

"Yes, after the waiter coughed, the supes focused on their drinks again. Then, another man coughed again. This time it was one of the big, bulky fellows who was greedily gulping his whiskey and tripped to the floor."

Crash!

A crashing sound was heard, and the next moment, a man fell.

"He's just drunk, sorry, you may continue!" His partner, a woman with ruddy lips, said in a hushed voice as she assisted her partner to sit again.

"After the man fell, the supes soon returned to their drinks. Then, sometime later, they all felt their throats dry; they gasped for breath, finding it difficult even to open their eyes."

Everyone present started feeling their throat itching as they clenched their throat. Their hands frantically moved to the liquors, and they gulped it in one go, but the itching only heightened. It was so great that they no longer listened to what the black-suited man was saying.

"The supes struggled with all their might; however, it was futile. They all collapsed to the ground from their seats while gasping for breath. They tried calling the waitresses and waiters for help, but no answer came because the workers were always suffering the same fate as them."

By now, all the supes were rolling on the ground in agony. Their throats felt as though they were being melted and crushed. They did not need to be genius to figure out that it was the black-suited man.

"Surprisingly, the villain was fi—"

[For fuck's sake, your storytelling skills suck!]

A mechanical voice spoke, quite irritated. The faint annoyance was palpable in its voice.

Ignoring the voice, Ruby continued:

"Then soon, the supes regained their composure."

With those words, all the supes who were on the ground stood up, their faces contorted to a snarl as they activated their various abilities.

"Stop your bullshit this instant, you motherfucker. We knew you're the villain. Now show your face before we open fire on you!" The bulky fellow who had fallen earlier approached Ruby.

Blades jutting out of his forearms, the man looked fierce.

With an elegant bow, Ruby took off his face cap.

Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!

"Nightmare! Everyone attack!!"

"Then they all froze like statues." Ruby took a dramatic pause as he watched the frozen supes who were all awkwardly staring at him.

"I know I'm handsome, people, but sorry to burst your bubble, I have a psycho for a girlfriend, and trust me, if you knew her, you wouldn't be staring at me like that.

"Oh, right, you're all stiff, I almost forgot. Anyway, now that you're like this, I think you'll enjoy my tale better. The tale of the crazy villain. As I was saying—"

"Hon, quit playing—" A voluptuous woman with black hair cascading behind her, plump boobs, panties exposed, meaty thighs, and high black boots strode towards Ruby with a flirting smile.

"Shall we?" She offered her hands, which Ruby grabbed and led out of the bar. When they were just a dozen steps away from the door, all the supes erupted into a bloody puddle of flesh splattering the entire bar.

"Where to?" Megan asked.

"London; get your savage squad. It's time to turn England upside down."