My name is Mo An and I am 23 years old. Lives in downtown Manhattan, New York, and is unmarried.

I opened a coffee shop called Mo's Cafe.

Every day, it opens until seven o'clock and closes the door.

I don't smoke, and I only drink at the sting.

Go to bed at 11 p.m. and sleep for 8 hours a day.

Before going to bed, I must drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of Ora exercises, go to bed, and fall asleep immediately.

Sleep until dawn, and never leave fatigue and stress until the next day.

The doctors all said I was normal.

But today I'm going to break this self-discipline routine and come to the lab of this guy named Tony Stark to help him test the performance of his new armor.

Looking at the confident man in front of me, how much effort should I use to push him to his full potential without discouragement?

Waiting online, it's in a hurry.

"I mean, you're asking me to give up my precious working hours just to do this with you?" Mo An said helplessly.

"How much money does your coffee shop make a day? I guess I can earn more money than you can do when I sneeze. Tony said lightly, adjusting his robotic arm.

"Am I making money? It's the tone. A black-hearted businessman like you who falls into the eyes of money will never understand! ”

"Okay, so can I, a black-hearted businessman, buy your tone for $200,000?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yes, that's great." Mo An said solemnly.

"What's the first thing to measure? I can't wait. Mo An took off his shirt and did warm-up exercises.

"Do you want to be as strong as you, and the price is shameless?"

"You're wrong Tony."

Mo An raised an index finger, looked at him and said solemnly: "It's because I'm strong enough that I can be shameless, not shameless to become stronger!" ”

"Go to the special ones and get stronger." Tony doesn't feel like he's rolling his eyes as much as he does today.

"First of all, the intensity of the blow, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, just hit here." Mo An pointed to his chest, "Even if the Stark Mansion above my head collapses now, if only one person can get out alive, it must be me." ”

"I'm relieved when you say that."

Wearing the armor, Tony closed the armor, and flames erupted under his feet, and Tony's whole person flew up directly, and rushed towards Mo An with a punch.

Clang!!!!!!!

Mo An didn't move.

"Ahh

He felt that he had just attacked a thick iron wall with no self-strength, even with cushioning devices, and this feeling of how much force he hit was really uncomfortable.

"Well, this is my full blow." Tony's muffled voice came through the armor.

"Hmm...," Mo An pinched his chin and thought carefully

The greatest strength he'd felt right now was the punch he had against Hulk.

If Hulk is compared to the strength of a normal young man, Tony is like a mosquito bite.

It's hard to compare the two.

"Hulk, do you remember?" Moan asked Tony.

"Of course."

"The strength of this punch is very good, as long as you throw a few thousand times in a row, it can almost compare to Hulk's punch... Right?" Mo An finally said with some uncertainty.

“F**k！” Hearing this, Tony directly abandoned himself and lay on the ground motionless.

"You can't compare like that." Mo An squatted next to him, "He's a poor ghost, he can only rely on mutation, and the upper limit is there." ”

He gestured in the air.

"But you're different, although you're weak now, your ceiling is high."

Mo An gestured in the air again, this time a little higher than the last time.

"As long as you update your armor a lot, you'll be stronger than him one day, right?"

"Science and technology are the primary productive forces."

Mo An said earnestly.

"Well, I'll admit you convinced me." Tony slowly got up from the ground and flew not far across from Moan.

"Next up is the Defensive Strength Test."

With that, Tony made a defensive gesture.

"You... Are you sure? Mo An said in disbelief.

"Hey, of course I didn't want you to use all my strength, I don't want to die in the basement so sloppily, okay?"

Tony added, "With your abilities, you can always test the limits of my armor." ”

"I'll try."

Moan walked over to Tony, knocked here and there, looked at his fist again, shook it, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, almost."

Moan walked up to Tony, "You don't need to do anything, just relax your body." ”

"Really?"

Tony suspiciously returns his body to its natural state.

I saw Mo An slowly raise his hand, his thumb against his index finger, slightly bent.

It's like a brain meltdown.

Click.

Moan's index finger hit Tony's armor.

Click, click...

In the next moment, Tony's armor was directly divided into two parts, the front and the back in a longitudinal manner, and Tony was flying back quickly with the second half, but was softly stopped by something.

Tony turned his head blankly to see that Mo An, who was clearly still in front of him just now, was standing beside him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, one hand supporting his back.

Slowly stepping out of the back half of his armor, Tony looked at the other half who was still standing in front of him, and muttered, "How did you do this?" ”

"Some very simple techniques for using power." Mo An shrugged, "Actually, your armor is very hard, and it can already be pierced by ordinary rifle bullets, but it is still not enough to see in the face of heavy firepower." ”

"It seems that today's test will not be completed, so I'll go first."

Patting Tony, who was still a little sluggish, Moan smiled and got on the elevator and left the laboratory.

Tony, who came back to his senses, smiled bitterly and shook his head, wondering if the [Imitation Mo'an Battle Armor] in the future could really be made.

"Jarvis?"

"At your service, sir."

"How's the energy replacement plan?"

"Unfortunately, sir, all the elements have failed."

"It's all failed..."

Looking at the miniature reactor on his chest, a look of confusion flashed across Tony's face.

When Mo An returned home, he didn't plan to open the store, he made 200,000 US dollars today, what happened to the opening day.

He sat on the sofa on the second floor and turned on the TV to watch a little show.

Suddenly, he heard a movement outside the shop downstairs.

"Uncle Ben, why didn't the store manager open today?" It was the childish voice of a little boy.

"Maybe he's in a hurry today." This is a rich middle-aged male voice.

"It's a pity, we're moving out today, maybe we'll never see each other again." The little boy continued.

"Why, Peter, we'll visit him in Manhattan on our family trips in the future." The middle-aged man soothed his emotions and said.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man continued.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as the two of them turned around, a familiar voice sounded from behind them.

Turning to look, Mo An was leaning on the railing and waving at them, "If you have time, how about coming up and sitting?" ”