Thor's gaze swept across the crowd again. "What do you want me to do?"
"We... want to borrow your hammer."The pancake shop owner didn't beat around the bush and said straightforwardly.
"Only I can use my hammer, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry..."Thor suddenly thought of something and his gaze turned cold. "You want me to kill people for You?"
"That's right."
"Kill Who?"
Before the owner of the pancake restaurant could open his mouth again, someone had already come up with a man on his back. The man's hands and feet were tied up with nylon ropes and his head was covered by a brown paper bag. He could only barely make out that it was a man, the man was not very old, but he was not too young either. There were a lot of blood stains on his body. He must have experienced a fierce battle. However, that was a long time ago. He was still in a coma and had no reaction at all.
"Is it him?"Thor frowned.
