In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 126

Vice President Traum Foster had a manor near Washington, where he lived with his daughter.

Some of these American political elites were wealthy themselves, while others, less affluent, could secure substantial sponsorship from various consortiums.

This was not surprising.

Laimu descended above Foster’s manor.

He retracted his armor and swaggered under the surveillance cameras, but his figure was invisible in the footage. The security guards and nannies who passed him also seemed to overlook him.

Laimu passed through the lavishly decorated corridors and rooms, finding a little girl painting in the living room on the second floor.

Angela Foster, the Vice President’s daughter, had a melancholic look in her brows, but a smile graced her lips.

According to the records, Angela had unfortunately lost her right calf in a car accident when she was young, undergoing an amputation below the knee.

It was regrettable.

Laimu quietly walked to her side and greeted her softly.

“Hello, may I be your friend?”

Angela, who was painting, looked up.

The person in front of her was wearing a white hooded cloak, with the brim pulled very low, revealing only the delicate face below the nose.

Although she was a little puzzled about where this person came from, she was in her own home, and there were security guards everywhere outside, so Angela was not worried at all.

The girl smiled with some delight, “Of course!”

She curiously peeked at the face beneath the other person’s hood, very happy that someone was willing to proactively befriend her, as usually few children were willing to play with a little disabled girl like her.

America was the country that valued equality the most, and also the country with the most discrimination.

The expectation in the girl’s eyes suddenly gained a heartbreaking hesitation. “…No one likes to play with me, are you really willing to be my friend?”

Laimu nodded affirmatively, “Of course, why not?”

The little girl squinted her eyes and smiled, very happy, “Then you’re my second friend!”

“Second? Who’s your first friend?”

Angela proudly raised her little head, “It’s my dad! Ever since that car accident, only Dad has been willing to play with me and talk to me… He’s the best dad in the whole world!”

The little girl did not shy away from the car accident she had experienced. After all these years, she had either come to terms with it long ago or had long since