Chapter 41: Killian's Action

Hot pot's charm was undeniable, its addictive nature pulling even Quicksilver into its orbit. Originally, he had planned to convince his sister, the Scarlet Witch, to leave New York, but instead, he found himself immersed in this new culinary delight.

Their meal, which began casually, stretched out for three days. During this time, both Wanda and Pietro learned how to use chopsticks—surprisingly well, considering they had never used them before.

Wanda, stirring the soup with her chopsticks, frowned. "Why can't I grab the potatoes?" she asked, clearly frustrated.

Quicksilver, not one to be outdone, took his own chopsticks and attempted the same. After a few moments of trying, his result was no better. "These potatoes are impossible to pick up," he grumbled.

Jiang Chen smiled at their struggle. Without much effort, he dipped his chopsticks into the soup and easily picked up four or five potato slices in one go.

Wanda and Quicksilver's eyes widened in unison. "How did you do that?" they asked, both astonished.

"Just luck," Jiang Chen replied with a grin.

Wanda pouted and reached over with her chopsticks, trying to snatch the potatoes from his bowl. Seeing her sulky expression, Jiang Chen couldn't resist teasing her. "These potatoes are very valuable. If you want them, there are conditions."

Wanda rolled her eyes but smirked. She had spent enough time with Jiang Chen by now to know that he enjoyed messing with her. But she wasn't one to be outplayed.

Using her reality-altering powers, Wanda declared, "I want all the potatoes in your bowl to come to mine!"

Changing reality was child's play for the Scarlet Witch, and this task should have been no exception. But to her surprise, her bowl remained unchanged.

Quicksilver and Wanda both stared in disbelief.

"How…?" Wanda murmured. Her reality-bending abilities had never failed her before. She looked at Jiang Chen, utterly confused. Even Quicksilver was taken aback, clearly rattled by what they had just witnessed.

"You can't alter probability to 100%," Jiang Chen explained casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And I have 100% luck on my side."

"Luck?" Quicksilver repeated, still dumbfounded.

"Luck that resists magic?" Wanda added, her shock giving way to admiration. She tugged at Jiang Chen's arm, her earlier frustration with the potatoes completely forgotten. "What just happened? Do you have some kind of powerful magic?"

Before Jiang Chen could answer, a voice from the TV interrupted the moment.

"It is reported that a few days ago, Iron Man declared war on evil forces. Not only did he reveal his home address, but he also openly challenged them, saying, 'I am not afraid of you.' The day after his announcement, Iron Man's mansion was destroyed in an explosion. Based on the aftermath, it is presumed that Iron Man did not survive."

The screen flickered, and a man with a long beard appeared. "This is a warning for you," he said ominously.

Jiang Chen's expression darkened as he watched the broadcast. The Mandarin, he thought. But he knew better—this so-called Mandarin was just an actor, a puppet for the real mastermind, Aldrich Killian. This incident could only mean that Killian had completed his Extremis research.

"We should go," Quicksilver's voice broke through Jiang Chen's thoughts. Glancing at his phone, Pietro gave Wanda a look.

Wanda hesitated, glancing at Jiang Chen with clear reluctance. She didn't want to leave, but Jiang Chen had his own matters to handle.

"We'll see each other again," Wanda said softly, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Jiang Chen nodded, though his mind was still preoccupied with the threat that loomed on the horizon. She was right—they would meet again. And it wouldn't be long.