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Fortunately, after his mutation, Purple Man not only gained the ability to control others but also acquired powerful self-healing and regeneration abilities. This allowed him to quickly recover from his severe injuries after being thrown into the river, then crawl ashore in a sorry state, barely saving his life.
Seeing his favorite purple suit torn to shreds, Purple Man internally cursed Kingpin's mother several more times.
"Once I gather enough strength, Kingpin, you'll be fish food!"
Muttering curses, Purple Man walked to a tailor shop. The purple suit he was currently wearing was custom-made there.
Purple Man was a man of dignity.
Pushing the door open, Purple Man said without ceremony:
"Old man, get me that purple suit!"
Purple Man had many suits custom-made here, and the owner of the shop was also under his control.
Without hesitation, the tailor shop owner, with the speed of serving a god, retrieved a pre-made purple suit from the backroom and handed it to Purple Man.
Taking off his wet clothes, Purple Man put on the newly made, dry suit. After tidying himself up in the mirror, Purple Man was about to leave.
"Old man, make me a few more sets of these suits!"
With that, Purple Man left without paying, not looking back.
Leaving the tailor shop, Purple Man walked down the street with a long face. He was in a very bad mood and needed at least two hot girls to cheer him up.
As he walked, Purple Man suddenly stopped. He had found a very satisfying prey.
Jessica Jones was a private investigator. Having just accepted a new case, she now wanted to find a coffee shop to comfortably drink coffee while reviewing the case files.
Jessica Jones brushed past a man in a hoodie. A sudden tug on the bag slung over her forearm indicated that the hooded man was attempting the most primitive form of wealth transfer.
Then the hooded man felt the World spinning. The World seemed to tilt vertically in his eyes. Only when he came to his senses did he realize that it wasn't the World that had tilted, but he himself who had fallen sideways onto the ground.
"Damn it, did this woman weld her handbag to herself?"
Not believing his bad luck, the hooded man quickly got up and tugged again at the handbag he held.
Jessica Jones looked speechlessly at the hooded man who kept pulling at her handbag: "Hey, hey, stop pulling! You're going to ruin my bag!"
Reaching out and grabbing the hooded man's collar, the not-so-tall or strong Jessica effortlessly lifted the man, who was half a head taller than her.
Jessica had an unknown secret: she possessed superpowers like DC's Superman, with immense strength and the ability to fly for short periods. All of this dated back to her childhood.
When she was still in junior high, her family was involved in a car accident during a family outing, colliding with a truck. Everyone in her family perished except for her, and she herself was doused with an unknown chemical from the truck.
Many years later, Jessica still clearly remembered the Vought Corporation logo on the truck.
That accident cost her her family but also granted her the strength of Superman.
Casually throwing the hooded man, who was too scared to move, onto the ground, Jessica cursed, "Get lost!"
The hooded man, back on the ground, dared not try to snatch the woman's bag again. Before he could even steady himself, he scrambled away from Jessica.
Slinging her bag back on, Jessica turned and left. She had no interest in arguing with a street robber.
"That was really cool just now, beautiful!"
A voice came from behind her. Jessica glanced over. It was a sleazy man in a purple suit. From Jessica's experience, Purple Man was either a pervert or mentally ill.
"None of your business!"
Brushing him off, Jessica didn't want to talk to the sleazy man in purple anymore.
Purple Man's smile, which he believed was full of Charm, froze.
"Damn it, giving you some respect and you don't want it!"
His voice deepened, and he commanded the retreating Jessica:
"Stop!"
Jessica, who was still walking forward, instantly froze, and her eyes slowly lost their luster.
Purple Man issued another command:
"Come here and link your arm with mine!"
Jessica obediently turned around, walked to Purple Man's side, and stiffly linked her arm with his.
Purple Man smiled, "That's better, my beautiful lady. What's your name?"
"Jessica, Jessica Jones." Jessica's answer was concise.
"Oh, my beautiful Jessica, what were you going to do just now? How could you cruelly abandon me!" Purple Man's tone was both exaggerated and greasy.
But the controlled Jessica showed little emotion, saying flatly:
"I was going to find a coffee shop to read case files there."
"My dear Jessica, are you a detective?"
"Yes." Jessica remained expressionless.
Purple Man, however, looked up and said, "Tsk tsk, this won't do. How can such a beautiful face be so cold? From now on, you must smile when you face me!"
Jessica smiled and said, "Okay."
"My beautiful girl, since you're going to a coffee shop, then of course I, a gentleman, must treat my girl to coffee. Look, there's a nice coffee shop right there, let's go." Purple Man was still greasy.
Jessica looked in the direction of Purple Man's finger. She wasn't looking at the coffee shop but was following Purple Man's command.
"Okay." Jessica smiled.
Purple Man intimately put his arm around Jessica's waist. The two looked like a couple.
They walked like they were strolling towards the coffee shop he had just pointed to, with Purple Man chattering incessantly like a talkative person along the way.
Jessica pushed open the coffee shop's glass door for Purple Man, but he held the door, feigning gentlemanship and letting Jessica go first, "Ladies first!"
He had just made Jessica open the door, and now he was hypocritically acting like a gentleman.
As Purple Man entered the coffee shop, he habitually scanned the interior, and then he was attracted by a certain shade of red.
"Truly exquisite!"
Purple Man felt that the Jessica he had in hand wasn't so appealing anymore. The red-haired woman's appearance and temperament were the most top-notch he had ever seen, incomparable to any of the women he usually controlled.
"I'm really lucky today. That woman is mine, Purple Man's. But the kid opposite her is really an eyesore!"
"Jessica, go order me a latte, with extra milk and sugar."
Purple Man, attracted by the red-haired woman, no longer used "my dear" as a prefix when addressing Jessica.
"Yes." Jessica still smiled.
Having casually dismissed Jessica, Purple Man walked towards the red-haired woman.
Lionel was still discussing Annabelle with Makima. Makima was very curious about how evil spirits are formed.
Makima poked her chin and asked, "Strong negative emotions attracted you to the girl named Annabelle. Do you remember your experiences in Hell before coming to the present World?"
"I don't remember." Annabelle had no memories of Hell.
Lionel also ordered an ice cream, watching Makima question Annabelle about evil spirits and Hell. He had briefly asked Annabelle before but hadn't delved into it. In the Marvel Worldview, there was everything imaginable, with endless different settings. Perhaps one day, something new would emerge and completely break down the old system.
Suddenly, Lionel felt a little dizzy, and his body became sluggish.
"What's going on?"
After a brief moment of surprise, Lionel used the Entry [chi]. Pure chi circulated throughout his body, and the unusual sensations began to weaken and disappear.
"My beautiful lady, may I buy you a coffee?"
"Is he coming for Makima?"