Chapter 19 - M.D.B 19: SHIELD Agent (2/2)

”Okay let's stop the nonsense! Start working!”

”There are no costumers yet!”

”…”

The two stared at it each other, until Saint silently retreated. After a short while, Peter, who had just left school, hurriedly arrived. As time went by, more and more people arrived, and Saint had to work hard to serve all the costumers until 9 pm.”

Next, a calm week went by. With Kung Fu Barbecue, Lee's Chinese restaurant remained very popular. Saint was able to make a daily pure profit of over 500 dollars. Not the Hand, the Hatchet Gang or the NYPD came in to bother him, and he felt that the storm brought by Joy Meachum's arrival had passed with no consequences.

On the morning of the 8th day, someone that Saint never wanted to encounter appeared at the door of his shop.

”No way...”

A middle-aged man walked through the door.

Saint frowned, saying to himself: ”What happened…. I've been keeping very low-key these days!” (T/N: Yep, magically cooking meat is very low key XD)

This middle-aged man had a black suit on, black hair that was meticulously brushed to the side, and gentle smile on his face; he looked completely harmless. However, Saint knew very well that he was going to be the biggest trouble he had encountered since crossing over to the World of Marvel.

Saint quietly sensed his Ki, and found that it was at least one and half time as much as a regular man. This made him rank high among ordinary humans of this world. This was completely opposite what Saint thought.

”Hello there.” The middle aged man went straight to Saint, keeping a smile on his face and saying: ”Mr Saint Lee?”

”Yes, hi!” Saint greeted him and said in a low voice: ”And you are?”

The middle aged man reached out to the inside pocket of his suit, pulling out a badge and saying: ”Phil Coulson, FBI. I'm here to investigate a case. Can I talk to you now?”

'Haha! So, since you're in the USA, you're FBI. If we were abroad, you'd be from the CIA? SHIELD agents, they like their role-playing!”

Saint sneered and resisted his impulse to vomit saying: ”Of course! Please, take a test!” He pointed at the nearest table.

Phil Coulson sat down and looked at Saint saying: ”Mr Lee, seven days ago, the co-director of Rand Enterprises, Joy Meachum, came to your restaurant. The restaurant was attacked on that day by 6 people, four of whole were subdued on the spot. I want to know, who beat them?”

”If I say I don't know, i'd be obstructing justice won't I?” Seeing Phil smile and nod, he helplessly admitted: ”I did it!”

Phil Coulson was not surprised at all. It was obvious from his investigation that it should've been Saint. From his briefcase, he took out four injury reports. He laid them on the table, saying: ”There are medical reports on what happened to the attackers. The one with the lightest injuries had three broken ribs, and the forensic doctor thought that he was hit by a car running at 60 miles an hour. Of course, you know all too well that it wasn't a car. So please, tell me of the means you've used to subdue them.”

Saint pouted to the side, and after hearing that long story he said: ”I used my hands, Kung Fu.”

Phil Coulson narrowed his eyes: ”Mr. Lee, I have to remind you that lying to me in the process of obtaining evidence constitutes a violation of the federal law!”