He trained this talent well under the guidance of his father, and like his father, he was also obsessed with sculpture, so obsessed with other things, so he was dissuaded from school because of his bad grades.

He was still young and could not work, and his father was also very sad about this, and tried to blame himself for not only valuing the child's talent and ignoring other things, so the father worked harder, he wanted to lay a good foundation for his son, and in the future he could be admitted to an art school when the age was right.

Sculpture is very expensive to practice, my father's redoubled efforts did not get a long time of good life, long-term fatigue, and the suppression of the thought of his deceased wife, it didn't take long for my father to fall ill, in order to cure the disease had to sell the family property, he not only interrupted his beloved sculpture study, but also had to leave his hometown, constantly moving to cheaper places to live.

However, it was all in vain, the father left, and the son lived on the streets.

In order to be able to return to his childhood days, Frye Luthor worked very hard, he believed in the North American Eagle Dream on TV, and thought that by working hard, his talent would definitely be recognized by people and live the life that his father wanted him to live.

Reality hit him hard, and on more than one occasion, he seemed to have little talent other than sculpture and messed up every job he could find, from dishwasher to selling insurance, food delivery man to thief, every job came and went like a hurricane through his life.

He left nothing but a pair of hands that could shape the clay to life.

Unfortunately, even as a street artist, he can't beat the thugs who collect protection money, he has no talent for escaping, and he is always caught up in a matter of minutes, beaten up, and has to pay all his income.

And the reason why he can only use clay is because he can't afford to pay for the set of tools for stone carving, even second-hand old goods.

This life lasted until four months ago, when he suddenly had a little money, at least he could take his social security number to the pharmacy to buy some special medicine when he had a cold, instead of going to the welfare station to get a free placebo.

After more than ten years of wandering career, he can still insist on his artistic pursuit, which can be regarded as a tenacious character, and he seems to have a lot of luck.

Isn't it often found in novels? A lifetime of exile, suffering in the world, and finally leaving behind a shocking masterpiece that was sought after by the world after his death......

Wait, after death?

It's no wonder that he has quickly fallen after a little dependence now, it seems that he has been tormented a lot by his wandering life over the years, and he won't have the psychology of revenge against society, but how can he keep an eye on Reed?

Zhang Jinyang scratched his scalp and didn't know why.

But since you can lock him, just order it, this kind of brainless crispy mage should be easy to solve, but his ability is a little troublesome, but if you want to find a medium, now is a good opportunity, Zhang Jinyang looked at the sleeping Fry on the bench, feeling that he didn't have a base, but he was used to living like this.

It was late at night, and the nearby company Reed office workers had already returned home, so the subway station, which was crowded during the day, was deserted, except for the wandering artist sleeping soundly on the bench and the burly man standing in front of him.

The camera in the distance was suddenly broken due to disrepair, and of course, this disrepair has another name: Storm Detective Brut Marceau.

"Every time I think of this nickname, I feel ashamed, and the quality of the nicknames of the eagles is as bad as their cooking. ”

Zhang Jinyang stood still, watching the coat on Frye's body disintegrate little by little, and a strange package in his arms was revealed.

Easing his excitement, Zhang Jinyang lightly lifted the package, and out of caution, he released a ball of ether on Frye's face, and the rapidly relaxed muscles showed that the artist had entered a deep coma.

Inside the package was a box of clay, which looked smooth and had a strange touch, and grasping it was like pinching a handful of ketchup, but it was so sticky that it couldn't slip through the cracks of your hands.

Zhang Jinyang closed his eyes, the radar was blank, and he couldn't find anything in his hands, but there was obviously a real touch on his hands, it was really a strange substance, and Zhang Jinyang, who had lost his analytical weapon, had no clue about this thing.

Since it's clay, then the manipulation technique is a sculpture, it seems that this is a talent, not a black magic that has been passed down, so it's more reassuring, at least it won't hit the small ones out of the old ones, in case you wake up some big devil, that's the trouble.

Zhang Jinyang bent down to carry the miserable Frye on his shoulder, and he still had something to ask him, but the subway was obviously not a suitable place.

He is ready to face a different villain, after all, this person's life seems to be a bit ...... But he still didn't expect that he would face such a strange situation, so it is not unreasonable for fate to arrange what kind of path a person should take.

"Who are you?"

Because of the problem of posture, when Fry woke up from his confusion in the chair, he saw Zhang Jinyang as soon as he opened his eyes, but it was obvious that Zhang Jinyang's hideous face had cast a low-level intimidation technique on him.

But then he began to fumble around on himself, and when he didn't find what he was looking for, Frye was furious.

"Damn, you have stolen the treasure of the future king of the world! You nasty embryo with seven chrysanthemums on your face, return the treasure to me! If you can return the treasure respectfully, the king of the world will mercifully forgive you for your sins, and maybe even give you strength. ”

Frye tried to pound the table hard to increase his momentum, but he didn't notice that his hands were shackled and could only move in small areas, leaving a red and swollen circle on his wrist.

"You just ...... What are you talking about?"

Zhang Jinyang was surprised by Frye's words, as if he had heard something terrible.

"What? You have seven chrysanthemums on your face?"

The pain seemed to calm Fry a little, and he began to look around the room.

"No, no one cares about chrysanthemums but you. I know the treasure, that box of clay is very special, but who do you say it belongs to?"

"It belongs to me!You erect multi-mouthed maggot!It's mine!The treasure of the future king of the world!Do you think you can usurp the throne by stealing the treasure?No, it only obeys my orders!"

At the mention of the treasure again, Frye became irritable again, which made Zhang Jinyang wonder if this thing had any effect on people's intelligence.

"Ha, are you the king of the world who rules the chrysanthemum excrement of the world?"

"I don't know who you are, but you are dead, you should be honored, you will be the first person to die at the hands of the king of the world......"

There was a mad and vicious glint in Fry's eyes, the box of magical dirt was his only hope, but the man in front of him had snatched it away, and he was going to crush the man to ashes.

"So His Excellency Frye Luthor, who intended to rule the world, is still a young child and has never even seen blood?"

Zhang Jinyang interrupted Fry's cursing, he was already desperate for this person's IQ, either this person was born with a problem, or the use of that box of dirt needed to be topped up - and Frye had been using it for a long time.

"Tell me, what's your plan? by harassing Dr. Reed? or by phone call, do you really have enough intelligence to use this — what do you call it — magical dirt?"

"This is the clay of God, which was used by God to create humans, the original appearance of humans, idiot, your race did not tell you where you came from, descendants of monkeys. ”

"Unfortunately, Darwin, who considers himself a monkey, is as white as you, and as for us, the descendants of dragons, no one denies this. Well, Mr. Luther, I sympathize with your situation, but I have to inform you that you have been charged with the following crimes: fraud, robbery, illegal possession of dangerous goods including but not limited to firearms, coercion of others to commit crimes, and finally, sexual harassment of a scientist who is a man - I regret that the state of New York does not support same-sex love. ”