Marvel’s Big Villain

Beverly Hills.

A dance party is being held in the resplendent manor, and luxury cars are parked outside the door. The participants are all well-known figures from all walks of life in politics, business, military, art and society.

In the European-style spacious hall, a huge crystal chandelier hangs on the roof, and the chandelier emits bright yellow and dazzling light, which makes the inside and outside of the hall a layer of extravagance.

Men wore high-end crisp suits, women wore bright and expensive gowns, and maids and waiters shuttled through the crowd with trays.

Accompanied by classical music, men and women in costumes danced together.

The singing is brisk yet elegant, and the dancing is fiery yet polite. It is a top-level social scene of singing and dancing.

At the end of the song, there were bursts of applause in the hall.

Wearing a black off-the-shoulder evening dress, holding a glass of Scotch whiskey, Belmode hid in a remote corner to enjoy himself alone.

Even though she had no intention of participating in it, her alluring appearance still attracted the fiery eyes of countless men.

Her unsociable character is well known in the circle, and those who are familiar with her will not take the initiative to look at her.

At this time, a young major in a brand new uniform walked towards her.

He bent down and made an invitation gesture: "Pretty lady, I can have this honor, would you please dance?"

Belmode smiled and instantly captured the heart of Mr. Major General.

She shook her head and said, "I'm very sorry! I haven't been feeling well for the past two days."

As a woman, there are always some days in a month when you feel uncomfortable.

Mr. Major is a gentleman, and after being rejected, he didn't force it anymore, but took a glass of champagne from the waiter.

"Then can I buy you a drink?"

Belmode nodded: "cheers"

clang!

The wine glasses met in the air, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Belmode raised his head, revealing his swan-like slender and white neck, and took a sip of whiskey.

In a word, with a glass of wine, Mr. Major left contentedly.

The men who had been paying attention to her saw this scene and whispered to each other.

"Kristen is not young anymore, he is already twenty-eight years old, why haven't I heard of anyone he has dated?"

"There are rumors that she was severely hurt by a man when she was young, so since then, she has become distrustful and even loathe men."

"Really? Is this news reliable?"

"It's hearsay, but I think it's highly credible."

"What kind of a man is it that can capture her heart? Even Tony Stark, the chairman of the board of directors of Stark Industries Group, was rejected by her."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's better for Christine to be single for the rest of her life. If we can't get her, neither can anyone else. Thinking about it like this makes me feel more balanced."

"Hey! The major just had a drink with her, do you think I should try it?"

"But put it down, that major is young and handsome, so he made Christine look at you differently. You said that you are almost bald on the top of your head, and people can see you."

"Nonsense! I just have looser hair, not like you, as fat as my fat cat."

Just when this group of boring men teased each other, but hesitated to strike up a conversation.

A pale man with sunken eyes walked towards Belmode.

"My dear lady, may I have the honor of having a drink with you?"

Belmode turned to look at him, a pair of slender willow eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Thin figure, frivolous footsteps, shriveled palms like chicken feet, it looks like he is seriously ill, and his time is numbered.

Can this kind of person sneak into the banquet?

Although Belmode thought so in his heart, he still nodded with a smile and raised his glass.

The moment she raised her neck and was about to drink, a fierce light appeared in the man's eyes.

He gripped the wine glass tightly and splashed the liquid in the glass towards Belmode's face.

Belmode was keenly aware of the crisis, and leaned back at a large angle, with his upper body almost parallel to the ground.

The unknown liquid in the wine glass flew past her, splashed to the ground a few meters away, and then splashed on the calves and feet of a group of ladies.

"what!!!"

There was a piercing scream.

Black eschar quickly appeared on the legs and feet of the noble ladies, followed by burning pain like bone erosion.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened there?"

The guests turned their attention to this side.

Belmode stood up straight, looking at the man in front of him with a calm expression, but his light blue eyes released a strong murderous intent.

Seeing that the concentrated sulfuric acid was not splashed, the man suddenly felt bad.

He grabbed the wine glass and threw it at Belmode, but she flashed past her lightly, without even moving his footsteps.

The man lifted his suit and removed a pocket dagger from his belt buckle.

"Go to hell! Bitch!"

With a roar, he rushed towards Belmode.

At this time, the guests in the hall also realized that a killer had sneaked into the banquet hall.

They didn't choose to step forward to subdue the killer to rescue Belmode, and fled in panic, even ignoring their companions who were talking and laughing just now.

The man had already reached the point where his fuel was exhausted. For Belmode, this level of culling was as simple as subduing an unarmed child.

She found the right moment and dodged a thrust sideways.

Then grab the man's right arm with one hand, and move forward.

The man was pushed back and fell onto the marble floor covered in concentrated sulfuric acid.

The moment the hands touched the ground, eschar appeared on the palms immediately.

He quickly rolled aside, looking at the pitch-black palm and wailing.

At this moment, he also understood that his mission had failed.

But at least he can bite through the poison in his mouth and commit suicide, so as not to implicate the master behind it.

The man's lips moved up and down quickly, and Belmode instantly saw through his thoughts.

She stepped forward quickly and kicked him on the chin.

The black high-heeled shoes came into close contact with the chin, and there was a sound of bones breaking.

The whites of the man's eyes rolled, and he was kicked unconscious by the kick.

The killer was dealt with.

Belmode turned his head, and all the men and women in the hall had already run out of the door, and the bolder ones were more than ten meters away from the scene, and the newly promoted Mr. Major was among them.

"Humph!"

Belmode snorted sarcastically, and walked out of the villa hall proudly.

When I came outside, I saw the assistant running over anxiously.

"Kristen! Are you all right!"

"certainly!"

Seeing that she was safe and sound, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she took out the handbag that kept ringing and said: "The mobile phone in your bag has been ringing. According to your instructions, I ran to you as soon as possible, and I didn't open the bag without authorization."

"Hmm! You're doing great."

Belmode took the handbag and walked to the garden outside the villa alone.

Taking out the phone, the caller ID is still a string of asterisks.

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