With MUSIC to break into Marvel

Yo! Got skills now? Daring to insult people? Who gave you the guts? Clark immediately powered up, his speed instantly reaching its peak as he chased after the thugs.

Poor thugs, their running speed couldn't possibly match Clark, who was nearing the peak of human capabilities. They were caught up in no time, and Clark managed to take down all seven of them within a minute, even while handicapping himself by using only one hand.

Receiving impression points from Morrison Gerard: +7!

"You doubt me?" Holding the briefcase in one hand, Clark scanned the seven thugs with a cold gaze, "Do you believe me now?"

"We do!"

"Absolutely believe you!"

"Whatever you say, we'll believe!"

Satisfied with their response, Clark then asked, "So, do you still want to steal this genuine Van Gogh in my hand?"

"No!" One of the quicker thugs immediately responded, "How could we dare to steal something from you?"

The rest hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Then...

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"As thugs, seeing such a valuable painting and not stealing it? Do you have any professional ethics, any professional integrity, any professional bottom line at all?"

Receiving impression points from Morrison Gerard: +8!

After another round of beating, Clark, feeling quite pleased with the increase in impression points, asked again, "So now, do you still want to steal this Van Gogh's Sunflowers from me?"

"Steal!"

"Yes, such a valuable thing, of course, we want to steal it!"

Clark affirmed their professional behavior this time, "Good!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Dare to steal from me? You've crossed the line!"

Receiving impression points from Morrison Gerard: +9!

"So now..."

Before Clark could finish, the thugs begged for mercy, "Please, whatever you say goes, just don't hit us anymore. We'll do anything!"

"Right, right, right, stop hitting us, or someone will get killed."

"Hero, spare our lives!"

Seeing the thugs crying and sniveling, Clark could only shake his head in disappointment.

That's it? They're giving up?

"Such a bore." Dropping the comment, Clark lost interest in further bullying them and disappeared at the mouth of the alley.

"Morrison." After a while, making sure Clark had gone, one of the thugs suddenly asked another, "Seems like this place isn't safe anymore, shall we find somewhere else next time? Any recommendations?"

"Recommendations my ass!"

The one named Morrison responded gruffly, "From today onwards, I'm going to be a good person!"

"Right! Right! Right!" Another thug echoed, "I'm going to apply to be a supermarket cashier, or a security guard at a mall..."

"Yeah! Being a thug is no longer an option for me, not in this lifetime!"

"Too damn dangerous, this is literally playing with our lives!"

Thus, a group of thugs decided to turn over a new leaf under Clark's "careful guidance," a commendable and congratulatory transformation.

Yeah, right!

Hiding at the alley's entrance, ready to make a comeback if the thugs bad-mouthed him, Clark, hearing their vows of reform, felt even more depressed.

Another group of promising ruffians had turned over a new leaf.

Business is getting harder!

With that, Clark made his way home through thorns and thickets.

Faced with a curious Hope gathering around, Clark tossed the briefcase into her arms, "This is the inheritance, if you know anything, help me identify which street artist made this. Plus, there's a USB drive, but I'm not showing you that."

Then, Clark walked into his room, leaving everyone behind.

Inserting the USB drive and starting the computer... Clark made an operational mistake in his haste.

Restarting the computer and re-inserting the USB drive, it worked this time!

Upon successfully installing the hardware driver, Clark eagerly opened the drive.

And then...

Please enter the password.

WTF!

The device was password-protected!

Clark tried his birthday, then...

Password incorrect. Please try again...

His father's birthday...

Password incorrect. Please try again...

His mother Martha's birthday...

Password incorrect...

Combining all three birthdays! Still...

Password incorrect. Please try again!

After racking his brain for half an hour and trying over fifty different passwords—all incorrect—Clark felt utterly defeated and left his room. He found Hank Pym meticulously admiring the painting he brought back, with Hope curiously looking on, pretending to understand.

"Um," Clark coughed lightly, asking quietly, "This painting is the last inheritance my parents left me. Uncle Pym, do you know any experts in this field? I'm willing to pay for their services."

"No need," Hank Pym finally looked away, confidently stating, "I am an expert in this area. My judgement won't be half bad compared to those renowned appraisers. The only thing is, I don't have a professional license to provide an official appraisal."

Clark was pleased; whether the painting was authentic or not, he could always find someone to certify it later. If he wanted to auction it, auction houses would have experts to verify it.

Moreover, Clark wasn't short on money; he just wanted to know the story behind the painting.

"So, Uncle Pym, you've determined the origin of this painting?"

Hank Pym nodded slightly, then disdainfully said, "The 'street artist' you mentioned was a Dutchman named Vincent Willem van Gogh. This Sunflowers is one of his masterpieces from the Sunflowers series."

Hearing this, Clark was dumbfounded.

Even though he knew little about art, he had heard of Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

Like many who don't wear watches but know of Patek Philippe as the top watch brand, distinguishing between a Swiss-made Patek Philippe and a counterfeit is another matter.

Hank Pym continued, "On March 30, 1987, the 134th anniversary of Van Gogh's birth, a Sunflowers painting was auctioned. The auction lasted only four minutes, and the final bid was 22.5 million pounds, equivalent to 40 million dollars."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Of course!" Hank Pym confidently said, "The unique charm of Van Gogh's works cannot be replicated, which is why they're so valuable."

"1987, that's over a decade ago. Adjusted for today's prices, does that mean this painting is worth at least 100 million dollars?"

Clark gasped, "So, I was wandering the streets with a Van Gogh original worth 100 million dollars, looking for muggers?"