Marvel: The Sorcerer in America

"I'll come back later when I have something good!" Lance muttered as he glanced at his watch. It was nearly ten in the evening. 

Lance paused for a moment, rummaging through the pile of "junk," and found a beautiful blue rope. 

The rope was a magically enchanted safety rope. It had weak anti-evil properties, but most importantly, the rope had some extraordinary strength. 

Lance carefully unraveled the safety rope with both hands, loosening the knots and then weaving it into a beautiful charm. Afterward, Lance inserted the Pig Talisman into the charm and hung it around his neck. 

With this, Lance could use thermal vision at will. 

Next, Lance took a piece of talisman paper and quickly used his hand as a pen, drawing swiftly across the surface. The blue text that glowed faintly leaped off the page, dancing lightly across its surface. 

"Decree!" Lance said, pointing his hand at the drawing, and the charm he had just made instantly transformed into a glowing blue firefly, flying through the air. 

The firefly-like points lingered for a moment, then transformed into a human figure. 

That figure was... another Lance! 

"Go!" Lance waved his hand toward the figure. The Lance lookalike nodded slightly before calmly walking up the stairs toward the study on the third floor. The clone sat at the desk, reading a book beneath the light streaming through the clear window. The silhouette of the clone stretched long, casting a clear reflection down the long street outside. 

An avatar. 

Lance could create a clone that was nearly physical, but unfortunately, this clone lacked intelligence and could only act according to the program set by Lance.

Lance had plans to go out and "cause some trouble," so naturally, he had to create an alibi first. 

Although Nolan hadn't explicitly said so, to prevent the "Southern Front" from causing any more problems, the police had sent two officers to guard Lance's house, patrolling the area to "protect Lance." 

Lance had gathered information about the "Southern Front" from Vivi and learned that their headquarters was located in a high-end nightclub called "The Fox" in Queens. 

The club had a notorious reputation for being highly discriminatory against people of color, yet on the other hand, it was highly respected among white supremacists. 

Lance disguised himself, moving quickly through the darkness, and arrived in Queens in no time. 

When Lance reached the front of The Fox Nightclub, he paused for a moment, listening to the raucous sounds coming from inside. 

Despite the reckless actions of the "Southern Front" that had angered the entire New York police community, with numerous properties under deep investigation, their headquarters remained as busy as ever and seemingly untouched by any disturbances. 

Lance sneered slightly, pulled up the wide hood of his cloak to conceal most of his face in shadow, and stepped inside. 

Inside, the noise was deafening. Flirtatious performances on stage, with both male and female patrons enjoying themselves in various ways. 

Lance quickly scanned the room and walked straight toward the bar. 

The bartender, unable to clearly recognize Lance's appearance, casually asked, "What do you want?" 

"Water." Lance's answer surprised the bartender. 

As Lance removed his hood to reveal his masked face, the bartender's expression shifted to one of increasing confusion. 

Lance raised an eyebrow. "What? Nothing?" 

The bartender's expression turned cold. Without saying much, he grabbed a wine glass, wiped it down, and replied nonchalantly, "You're in the wrong place. We don't serve water here." 

This was white supremacist territory. They were deeply entrenched in their racist ideology. Honestly, their attitude toward Asians would only add to the problems. 

Suddenly, a tall man with acne scars on his face approached from a nearby table, followed by two male lackeys behind him. 

Since Lance had entered, the man's dull eyes hadn't strayed from him. 

"You filthy Asian monkey, you're dirtying the club's carpet!" The man's rough voice rumbled from his throat. He had already moved behind Lance, growling menacingly, "This is not a place for people like you! You're not welcome here." 

Lance immediately glanced at the bartender, who clearly avoided Lance's gaze, a slight smirk tugging at the bartender's lips.

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The silence left by Lance's response only made a few people more arrogant.

"Did you hear what I said, asshole!" The scarred man reached out, grabbing Lance's shoulder roughly, blowing a stench of a mix of beer and garlic into the air. The smell spread, assaulting the senses.

"That guy can't hear, his ears are full of trash," one of the man's followers added loudly, and others laughed hysterically, drawing more attention from the onlookers.

Suddenly, a loud scream and a hateful curse echoed.

They were a group of white supremacists, full of hatred for anyone who wasn't of their race. When dealing with those of darker skin, they were a little more cautious, limiting their violence due to what they called 'political correctness.' However, when facing Asians, whom they believed were easy to bully, they felt free to unleash all their hatred.

"Pay your money and get out!" yelled another white man, further escalating the situation. The scarred man seemed to grow more excited, his eyes red and full of rage.

It was at that moment that Lance finally looked at the man, his sharp eyes cutting through the air, as if measuring the situation.

The anger meter was full.

It was time to act.

"Trash, what are you looking at!" The scarred man sneered with hatred, and without hesitation, threw a punch at Lance's face.

"Hehe." Lance chuckled lightly, but his movement was so swift. With a calm flick of his hand, the scarred man lost his balance. The punch that was supposed to hit Lance's face veered off and struck one of the man's followers' noses with a loud crack.

Bang!

The sound of impact echoed, signaling a powerful punch. The man who had been hit immediately clutched his bleeding nose, his face contorted in pain as he crouched down, trying to hold back the burning sensation that spread across his face.

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