**Chapter 11: Scum with a Combat Power of Only 5**
New York, Manhattan.
Times Square.
Even during the day, the large screens here were still flashing with dazzling advertisements.
*Rumble—!*
Suddenly, an extremely brilliant seven-colored pillar of light pierced through the cloud layer without warning.
Carrying a terrifying might as if to penetrate the earth, it slammed heavily into the center of the intersection in Times Square!
At this moment.
The entire Manhattan seemed to experience a small earthquake again.
The surrounding skyscrapers, which had already developed cracks due to the global earthquake triggered by Nagi's Super Saiyan 3 transformation earlier...
Issued "creaking" sounds at this moment, as if they would collapse at any time.
Countless New York citizens walking on the streets were scared out of their wits by this sudden change.
"Oh my God! Is that an alien?!"
"Run! The building is going to collapse!"
Screams and car alarms instantly resounded through the sky.
The pillar of light dissipated.
A huge scorched mark, still steaming and covered with mysterious runes, was left on the ground.
And in the center of that scorched mark.
A black-haired figure wearing a silver-white combat suit walked out slowly.
Nagi looked around, watching the panicked crowd and the shocking cracks on the surrounding buildings.
His eyebrows raised slightly.
"Tsk, it seems the commotion caused by transforming into Super Saiyan 3 earlier was a bit bigger than I imagined."
"Even a place like New York was shaken into dangerous buildings."
"But... this just proves the greatness of yours truly, doesn't it?"
A proud smile curled up at the corner of Nagi's mouth.
This is the way a powerhouse should make an entrance!
"Hands up! Stand there and don't move!"
"NYPD! Hands on your head and squat down immediately!"
Less than half a minute later.
Ear-piercing sirens came from all directions.
More than a dozen police cars quickly blocked the intersection.
A group of nervous police officers held pistols, their dark muzzles aimed at Nagi.
Facing these ant-like threats.
Nagi didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
"Grumble..."
An untimely thunder-like sound suddenly came from his stomach.
The sound was so loud that it even drowned out the surrounding sirens.
Nagi rubbed his stomach, his face darkening.
"Damn, hungry already?"
"Sure enough, although the Saiyan physique is powerful, this appetite is also a bottomless pit."
Fighting in Asgard and using a Galick Gun.
Although stamina was infinite, this hunger from biological instinct was real.
He felt like a brown bear that had been hungry for three winters.
Able to swallow a whole elephant!
"In that case, let's eat first."
Nagi ignored the warnings of the surrounding police.
*Whoosh—!*
His figure flashed, directly turning into an afterimage soaring into the sky, instantly disappearing from everyone's sight.
Leaving only a group of police officers looking at each other, holding guns, faces full of confusion.
Where is he?
Where did that big living person go just now?!
...
Manhattan, Upper East Side.
This was a world-renowned three-Michelin-star French restaurant.
Usually, it was hard to get a seat here, and those coming in and out were celebrities and politicians.
*Bang!*
The exquisite carved wooden door was roughly pushed open by a hand.
Nagi strode in.
His silver-white battle armor full of sci-fi combat style...
Seemed out of place in this environment of suits and leather shoes.
The surrounding dining guests cast surprised and disdainful glances.
Where did this cosplayer come from? Went to the wrong set, right?
A waiter in a tuxedo immediately came up, wearing a professional fake smile on his face.
"Sir, reservations are required here, and there is a dress code, you..."
"Serve me food at this table."
Nagi didn't even look at him, walking straight to the seat with the best view in the center of the restaurant and sitting down.
Putting his legs directly on the table.
"Bring me everything on your menu, once over."
"No, ten times!"
The waiter was stunned, thinking he heard wrong.
"Sir, are you joking? Although our portions are not large, ten times..."
"If I tell you to serve it, just serve it. Why so much nonsense?"
Nagi frowned, and an invisible murderous aura instantly spread out.
The waiter only felt cold all over, his legs went soft, and he almost knelt on the ground.
"Yes... Yes! I'll go right away!"
The waiter scrambled toward the kitchen.
Soon.
Exquisite dishes began to be served like flowing water.
Foie gras, truffles, caviar, Beef Wellington...
Nagi didn't use a knife and fork either.
Directly using his hands!
Grabbing a piece of steak and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing twice and swallowing directly.
That eating manner was simply like Vegeta reincarnated!
"My God... is that man a monster?"
"He has already eaten twenty steaks! And he's still eating!"
"Is this the recording scene of some big eater show? Where is the camera?"
The surrounding diners went from disdain at the beginning to shock, and finally to dumbfoundedness.
The plates on the table piled higher and higher, soon forming a small mountain.
The restaurant manager also ran out at this time.
Looking at Nagi's eating speed like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, he was not angry but his eyes lit up.
This is big news!
If this is posted online, the popularity of their restaurant will definitely go up another level!
"Quick! Take photos! Record videos!"
The manager took out his phone and started snapping pictures of Nagi.
Half an hour later.
When the last dessert was thrown into his mouth by Nagi.
He finally patted his stomach with satisfaction and let out a loud burp.
"Burp—!"
"Barely passable. Although the taste was a bit bland, it filled the stomach."
Nagi stood up and stretched.
Although the energy provided by this ordinary food was far inferior to Senzu Beans, satisfying the appetite was still nice.
He turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait! Sir!"
The manager hurriedly blocked the way with several waiters, holding a long bill in his hand.
"You haven't paid yet! The total is thirty-eight thousand dollars!"
"Pay?"
Nagi stopped, looking at the manager with a strange expression.
"For yours truly to descend and dine in a low-level restaurant like yours, that is an honor you cultivated for several lifetimes."
"You actually dare to ask me for money?"
The manager's face instantly darkened.
"Sir, do you want to dine and dash? If you don't pay, we will call the police!"
Several strong security guards also surrounded him.
Nagi sneered disdainfully.
"Money? I don't have any."
"But..."
Nagi pointed to the huge Stark Tower logo outside the window.
"You can go ask Tony Stark for it."
"Just say Nagi ate it, let him settle the bill."
"Stark?"
The manager laughed in anger.
"Who do you think you are? Would Mr. Stark know someone like you..."
[Ding! Triggered side mission!]
[Mission Content: Find Tony Stark and make him willingly transfer 30% of Stark Industries' shares!]
[Mission Reward: Saiyan Standard Combat Power Scouter (Improved version, won't explode)!]
The System's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
Nagi's eyes lit up.
Combat Power Scouter?
Good stuff!
Although he had a rough idea of the strength of Marvel characters.
But if there was a specific numerical display, wouldn't it be more convenient to show off?
For example, learning from Raditz to say "Scum with a combat power of only 5."
And with Stark Industries' shares, he wouldn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing, and transportation on Earth in the future.
After all, Saiyans also need to eat.
"Not bad, I accept this mission."
Nagi was in a good mood, too lazy to talk nonsense with these mortals.
He directly ignored the security guards blocking the front and walked straight to the door.
"Stop him!" The manager shouted.
Two security guards reached out to grab Nagi's shoulder.
*Bang! Bang!*
Before their hands touched Nagi's clothes.
Two invisible forces blasted them away directly, smashing heavily onto the wall and passing out.
Dead silence in the whole place.
Nagi pushed open the door and walked onto the street.
Just as he wanted to fly directly to find that flashy Iron Man.
Suddenly.
A cold killing intent locked onto his back.
"Leaving just like that?"
A bald man wearing a long black trench coat with a white bullseye logo carved on his forehead.
Was leaning against a street lamp pole.
Playing with a few playing cards in his hand, staring at Nagi like a poisonous snake.
Bullseye.
Kingpin's number one assassin.
"Big guy, our boss is very interested in the commotion you made in Times Square just now."
A cruel smile hung on Bullseye's lips; the playing cards in his hand spun rapidly between his fingers, making a hissing sound of breaking air.
"He wants to invite you for a cup of tea and chat about offering you a job."
"Of course, you can refuse."
"But in that case, I can only chop you into pieces and take you back."
Nagi stopped, turning around.
Looking at this bald head who didn't know death, his eyes were full of mockery.
"Boss? That fatty Kingpin?"
"It seems he has been sitting in a comfortable position for too long; his brain is blocked by fat."
Nagi shook his head and sighed.
"Actually sending a waste like you to block my way."
Hearing the word "waste," Bullseye's face instantly became ferocious.
As an assassin who never missed, when had he ever suffered such an insult?
"Seeking death!"
*Swish swish swish!*
Bullseye flicked his wrist.
Three playing cards instantly turned into deadly flying blades.
Shooting toward Nagi's eyes and throat respectively!
So fast that they even left afterimages in the air!
However.
*Ding! Ding! Ding!*
Three crisp metal impact sounds rang out.
The playing cards, enough to cut through steel plates, seemed to hit an invisible wall three inches away from Nagi's face.
Directly bounced away!
"What?!"
Bullseye's pupils shrank violently, before he could make the next move.
Nagi had already appeared in front of him.
That indifferent face was less than ten centimeters away from him.
Although he didn't have a combat power scouter now, he knew exactly how much Bullseye weighed.
"Scum with a combat power of only 5."
"And you dare to play such little tricks in front of me?"
*Smack!*
Nagi didn't even use a fist.
Just like swatting a fly, he slapped him casually.
*BOOM!!!*
Bullseye's head.
Along with his upper body.
Under this slap, directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
Red liquid instantly splashed on the wall behind, forming a shocking abstract painting.
Only two legs remained standing in place, swayed twice, then fell down with a thud.
"Ahhhhh——!!!"
Passersby around only reacted at this moment, letting out screams of extreme horror and fleeing in all directions.
Nagi shook the blood off his hand with disgust.
Didn't even look at the corpse on the ground.
"Really bad luck, meeting a fly just after eating."
*Whoosh—!*
He tapped his toes, and his whole person soared into the sky again.
"Since you dead fatty are so anxious to die, then don't blame me for coming to take your dog life!"