Liam Price had no interest in getting involved in whatever farce Nikolai’s family was about to stage, whether it turned out to be a comedy or a family drama.
As for that kid Dimitri mocking him to his face about having “no money”…
Put it this way: as long as nobody messed with his son or triggered his fiercely protective “overprotective dad” side, Philip was usually a pretty easygoing guy.
Since Nikolai had stepped up to handle the mess, Philip was more than happy to enjoy the peace and quiet.
He turned around and led young Broly away from the scene.
He first returned home to tidy up his hunting cabin, packing up their daily necessities along with young Broly’s toys and books.
Thanks to their minimalist lifestyle in the Alaskan wilderness, all the luggage for the father and son’s move fit neatly into just two duffel bags.
Next, Philip dug up the spherical spaceship Broly had arrived in as a baby from the cellar.
Carrying it on his shoulder, he flew deep into the Alaskan Mountains, shoved it into a natural cave along a cliff face, and sealed the entrance with a Ki blast.
After thoroughly wiping away all traces of life from the hunting cabin, Philip made a special trip to the town of Pickot.
Around midnight, he knocked on the widowed innkeeper’s door and settled the remaining commission from Nikolai’s job with Martha in full.
With all those matters taken care of, Philip and young Broly used the Sky Dance Technique, holding Alfred the sled dog as they flew all the way to New York.
Even with a compass and map, and constantly sensing the Ki of populated areas, this was their first long trip.
A lack of experience combined with their blazing flight speed meant the father and son drifted off course whenever they got slightly careless.
Whenever they passed over a major city along the way, Philip had to land and check road signs to figure out their direction, wasting a good deal of time.
Only as the sun rose again did they finally spot New York’s Statue of Liberty.
After finding a secluded spot to land, Philip led young Broly and Alfred to the curb and hailed a taxi.
The cab wove through the streets of Manhattan for quite a while before pulling over.
The two humans and one dog got out.
Standing on the Manhattan street, Philip looked across the road and saw a narrow, triangular building.
Situated right in the middle of the street, the building was only seven stories tall, standing in stark contrast to the surrounding skyscrapers.
As luck would have it, right at the hotel entrance, Philip saw a familiar face walking out.
The man bore a striking resemblance to Keanu Reeves.
Seeing him, Philip quickly pulled out a monocle-like device and put it on.
Numbers immediately flickered across the lens.
That’s right!
These glasses were none other than the power scouters commonly used by aliens in *Dragon Ball*.
There were several inside the spherical spaceship, and Philip had brought two along for this trip to New York.
While the tech behind these devices was undoubtedly advanced, their readings weren’t always accurate.
In *Dragon Ball*, as long as someone learned to suppress their Ki, the scouter couldn’t read their true power level.
Besides, Philip guessed that for the various “extraordinary individuals” in the Marvel Universe who had unremarkable physical combat stats but possessed weird, bizarre abilities, the scouter probably couldn’t detect them properly either.
Still, coming from isolated northern Alaska to the mainland United States—where every day was a gunfight—Philip figured bringing them along might just come in handy.
And sure enough, wasn’t this power scouter turning out to be quite useful right now?
“5, 5, 5, 5, 6…” The two doormen outside the Continental, along with a few others around, were all classic “power-level 5 scrubs.” In other words, they were ordinary humans carrying concealed firearms.
As for the man with the Keanu Reeves face, the scouter displayed a “6.” “Hmm, so this really is the Continental.
And that guy must be John Wick.” As the man—John Wick—drove off in a muscle car from in front of the hotel, Philip took off the scouter; his guess from last night was now confirmed.
When that kid Dimitri let slip the name “The Continental,” Philip wanted to come to New York to verify it for himself.
And the verdict was in: the Marvel Universe he had transmigrated into had indeed merged with the movie universe of *John Wick*.
Whether it had only merged with *John Wick* or included other worlds as well, however…
With limited information at hand, Philip couldn’t say for sure.
Still, he quickly put it out of his mind.
“Whatever.
We’re already here.” Holding young Broly with one hand and carrying two handcrafted leather duffel bags—one large, one small—in the other, he strode across the street and up the front steps of the Continental, with Alfred the sled dog trotting right behind the father and son.
Dimitri had claimed he didn’t have the money to “order off the menu” at the Continental.
Now that they were right in front of it, Philip decided he might as well take young Broly inside for breakfast.
The meal wasn’t particularly pleasant.
Because young Broly was brutally honest.
Even though the father and son polished off thirty portions of set meals between them, the boy bluntly pointed out that the hotel’s so-called “Full English Breakfast” tasted thoroughly average.
The hotel owner, a man named Winston, personally assured them he would urge the kitchen staff to improve the menu immediately and welcomed Philip and young Broly to visit again.
One might wonder: why would a big boss like Winston personally receive a father and son and treat them so politely?
The reason was actually quite simple.
At first, after young Broly ordered their food—if you could even call it ordering, since the Continental only served a single option in the morning: the English breakfast set—Philip tried to pay with US dollars, only to be refused.
The waiter, who had been polite a moment ago, instantly flipped his attitude and ordered the father and son to leave at once.
Seeing this, Philip pulled out a small jar of placer gold.
Alaska had plenty of gold mines, and in some places, you could pay directly with gold.
Over the past few years, Philip had converted a portion of his earnings straight into gold.
Right in front of the waiter, he pinched out some gold dust with his fingers and rolled it around, shaping it right then and there into a solid gold coin!
The Black concierge, a man named Charon, saw this display and immediately invited out Winston, the hotel owner.
As it turned out, actions speak louder than words.
Philip’s demonstration ensured that even without a single Continental coin to his name, he and his son successfully enjoyed breakfast at the Continental.
Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Philip left the hotel with young Broly.
Over the next few days, he bought a reasonably priced house and a used car, settling down in the Big Apple.
On their first night in their new home, the Cloud Child-Rearing System, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly chimed with a notification: [Increased host world exploration detected.
The second adoption candidate is about to appear near the host.
Please be ready to claim them.
Countdown starting…]