Chapter 49: Do You Have Iron Fist's Contact Information?

In broad daylight.

The door closed.

The lights were pulled off.

Triangle...

Ahem, “Azeroth Specialty Shop” is now closed!

It was working hours, and there weren’t many customers to begin with, so when Old Wang announced the shop was closing temporarily, the familiar old men and women exchanged glances at Natasha.

Granny Sun from next door, with her nearsighted eyes, winked at Old Wang and pursed her lips meaningfully.

Boss Chen from the west end of the street, also nearsighted, threw him a knowing look that said, “I get it, no need to explain.”

Meanwhile, Old Lady Li, who practiced Tai Chi three blocks away, snorted unceremoniously, grabbed Old Man Li, and left, muttering all the while, “Men are all the same—never a good one among them,” and, “Keep the family flag flying at home, let the colorful banners wave outside.” This left Old Man Li mortified.

It also left Old Wang rather helpless, feeling as if Natasha had taken great advantage of him for nothing.

In his whole life, Old Wang considered himself pure and upright, his experience nowhere near as extensive as the infamous “Black Widow.” If this wasn’t being taken advantage of, what was?

Of course, if one included his ten years in World of Warcraft, Old Wang’s experience was beyond anything Natasha could boast of—after all, his pursuits weren’t limited to quantity, but included different races, so it really wasn’t a fair comparison...

Never mind, let’s just call it even—a loss on both sides.

In any case, with the legendary S.H.I.E.L.D. agent at his door, the little shop had no choice but to close.

Skye sat at the cashier’s desk, tapping away as she promoted the “Azeroth Specialty Shop” online and set up an online store.

Robbie took Gabe home to do homework.

Old Wang carried a deck chair inside, parking it right by the door.

Standing across from him was Natasha.

For a moment, she felt dazed—

How did it feel like she was the one being interrogated, and these two across from her were the actual agents?

Was she here to investigate them, or were they questioning her?

The renowned Black Widow had certainly been through this before—her experience could even be called “extensive.”

But in those times, it was all an act, meant to extract information she wanted, before giving the other party a taste of her “Black Widow's Invincible Scissor-Lock” up close and personal.

This time, it seemed she was the one truly being interrogated...

Just short of being tortured for information...

How is it only just short of that...?

“I wonder what brings the famous ‘Black Widow’ to my humble shop?” Old Wang whistled, watching as Skye, abandoning her computer, hurried over. He thought to himself that his recent training with her was paying off—just one drop of Essence Wine every day, and her physical fitness had been increasing rapidly, as if she were experiencing another growth spurt after adulthood.

What should be big had grown, what should be small had shrunk, what should be slender was now slender, what should be smooth was smooth—everything was just right. Even her height seemed to be trending upward, pushing past one seventy centimeters.

The Well of Eternity truly lived up to its reputation as the source of Azeroth’s primordial energy. When it came to nurturing growth and life, its effects far surpassed silicone, scalpels, or height-increasing shoes—not even in the same league.

Old Wang had never been a stingy man.

Although there wasn’t much Essence of the Well left, nor much Blood of Azeroth, he believed in using what should be used.

Besides, who could say how much potential Quake had for the future? Just for the relationship between them, the essence was worth giving—just not too much at a time.

Like Gabe, Skye’s physical fitness was far from Old Wang’s; each dose had to be limited. Otherwise, though she wouldn’t exactly pop like a balloon, it would be a waste.

Frugality is a traditional Chinese virtue.

At Old Wang’s words, Natasha’s body tensed instantly.

Black Widow!

That codename, hailing from the distant northern lands, was not quite the stuff of legend like the “Winter Soldier,” but few truly knew of it—outside of intelligence agencies, only a handful of the world’s most powerful and wealthy had ever heard it.

Yet Master Wang knew.

Not simple at all!

Most importantly...

That codename was not one people dared mention, not even the higher-ups at S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Anyone who couldn’t keep their mouth shut, regardless of who they were, never met a good end.

Normally, if someone called her “Black Widow,” Natasha would never have let it slide.

But now...

Her entire being relaxed.

Her aura shifted abruptly.

From a cold, silent Black Widow, she transformed in an instant into a sultry, mature woman, radiating the allure of adulthood. With her perfect figure and captivating gaze, the spider turned into a fox in a heartbeat.

“I came to shop, is that not allowed, Master Wang?” She batted her eyes.

Tsk tsk, electrifying!

Old Wang looked her up and down with pure appreciation, scrutinizing this embodiment of charm.

Yes, height: 160 cm. Weight: 48 kg. Measurements...

Skye snorted.

Her massage grip tripled in strength.

Old Wang’s expression didn’t change.

A true warrior dares to face the devastation of shockwaves and the temptation of a widow head-on.

What kind of pain and happiness is this?

Embracing the philosophy that “this too is a kind of cultivation,” Old Wang maintained his “beauty is but bones beneath” perspective, regarding Natasha with an “artistic aesthetic” eye—this was the first step in the “look, listen, ask, feel” method.

A true Chinese doctor, no less.

Without even needing to channel his inner energy, Old Wang could tell Natasha’s injuries were nearly healed.

Not quite fully recovered, though.

So eager to start investigating—was that baldy in such a hurry to see me?

At the time, when Old Wang carried Natasha and treated her with his inner energy, he’d strictly controlled the dosage.

No illness, treat lightly; small ailments, treat heavily; major injuries, control the damage. In most cases, this had miraculous results.

As now.

“Of course. My shop is open to all, S.H.I.E.L.D. included,” Old Wang gestured politely. “But no Indian herbal oils, and no Durex. Beautiful lady, what can I get for you?”

“I’m hurt—seriously,” Natasha said, rubbing her chest, looking pained and pitiful. “I’ve heard Master Wang is the best traditional doctor in America. Can you take a look at me?”

“My fees are quite high,” Old Wang said modestly.

“Don’t worry, money is no issue,” Natasha assured him. It was a work injury—S.H.I.E.L.D. would reimburse her in full. With their resources, what did it matter?

“Come closer, let me see,” Old Wang beckoned, not bothering to rise.

It felt like he was calling over a pet... Natasha grumbled internally, but swayed her hips as she walked to stand before him.

Old Wang raised his hand.

And reached for Natasha’s chest.

...

...

Ten minutes later.

Old Wang shook his hand, which Skye had nearly beaten to a pulp, feeling rather helpless.

Her chest hurt—of course that was the area to examine. There was no need for wild imagination, was there?

Every painful area needs to be checked thoroughly.

I’m a professional!

I’m not stupid—would I really flirt with one woman in front of another?

“I’ve checked carefully. You were shot in the chest, back, waist, hips, thighs, calves—multiple wounds. Your internal organs took heavy damage. Any ordinary person wouldn’t have survived five minutes. Remarkable! Someone of great skill must have saved your life—otherwise, even with your physical condition, you wouldn’t have lasted an hour.”

Old Wang shook his head, sighing with admiration. “Such a master is truly extraordinary. In a thousand years, you won’t find another—must be a centenarian grandmaster physician!”

“To encounter such a grandmaster—Agent Romanoff, you are truly blessed!”

“May I ask—do you have their contact information?”