Chapter 16
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Subsequently, Zhou Cheng decided to conduct some other experiments.
He found out that his indestructible body didn't only make his physique tough as steel.
It also significantly enhanced Zhou Cheng's strength.
For instance.
When Zhou Cheng gripped a kitchen knife in his hands, he could break it with a slight twist, snapping it effortlessly!
It hardly took any effort.
"Now, I'm totally capable of taking on Iron Man in a fight!" Zhou Cheng felt deeply self-confident as he sensed his current state.
This was not Zhou Cheng being arrogant.
Previously, he couldn't tackle Iron Man simply because he couldn't counter Iron Man's firepower.
But now?
That situation no longer existed!
So what's there to fear from Iron Man?
Even with this surge in strength, it might be possible for him to engage Iron Man in close combat.
Of course.
Even though Zhou Cheng wasn't afraid of Iron Man, he wasn't exactly sure he could defeat him.
After all, the man is encased in a suit of armor.
Zhou Cheng's feathers might not be able to penetrate that defense.
Upon careful consideration, it seemed both parties were on equal footing.
However.
Zhou Cheng believed that this equilibrium would not last long.
As long as he persisted in writing in his diary, he would continuously grow stronger, eventually leaving Iron Man far behind.
And the same would go for the other formidable superheroes!
After all is said and done, keeping a diary is the true path to power!
"Right, I've almost used up all my Origin Points."
Mentioning his writing reminded Zhou Cheng of something, and his expression shifted slightly.
From his last visit to Hell's Kitchen, Zhou Cheng had accumulated the quota for twenty diary entries.
And now, he had completed fifteen.
"It's time to harvest some more Origin Points."
Zhou Cheng made this decision cheerfully.
...
Hell's Kitchen.
Dirty streets, trash exuding the stench of decay, leaves, and waste paper occasionally stirred by the wind.
Bullies swaggering about, homeless people cowering in corners, sordid dealings in shadowy places.
It was the same familiar city with the same familiar smells.
Nothing had changed.
However, walking through this city of sin once again, Zhou Cheng felt completely different from before.
Put simply.
Although it might not be the most fitting comparison, Zhou Cheng was no longer an inexperienced rookie.
Reflecting on his previous harvesting run.
While he did achieve some results, Zhou Cheng had been severely restrained throughout.
Retreating when facing the Hand's ninjas was one thing.
But Zhou Cheng didn't dare to use his wings freely.
Logically, flying was undoubtedly the best choice for scouting.
Yet, Zhou Cheng did not fly around the city in search of criminals; he relied entirely on walking.
It was only when it came time to strike at the criminals that he played this trump card.
He had been so cautious just to play it safe.
He didn't want to draw unnecessary attention and minimize the risk of exposure.
After all, Zhou Cheng was indeed vulnerable at the time.
If he attracted the interest of people like the Kingpin or Lady Gao, it would indeed be troublesome.
But now, things were different.
Zhou Cheng could finally stretch his wings and make a big splash in Hell's Kitchen.
"Hell's Kitchen, I'm back!"
Full of energy, Zhou Cheng put on his mask and with a mere thought.
Whoosh! He unfurled his wings and vanished into the vast night sky.
Just like that.
Beneath the cover of darkness.
Zhou Cheng, like a phantom of the night, silently soared through every corner of the city.Everything about Hell's Kitchen lay clear before Zhou Cheng's discerning eyes.
"Hmm?"
And soon enough.
A chilling smile curled up at the corners of Zhou Cheng's mouth.
"You guys, you really shouldn't have."
"Shouldn't have stirred up trouble at a time like this!"
Whoosh!
Without wasting any words, Zhou Cheng flapped his wings and swiftly dove towards a jewelry store in the distance.
At this moment.
Right in front of the jewelry store, a black sedan stood parked.
A burly man in a black leather jacket stood in front, anxiously smoking while constantly glancing toward the store.
It was clear that this man played the role of a lookout.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Let's get out of here quickly!"
Under the vigilant gaze of the stout man in black.
Four other brawny men, each carrying a black leather bag, quickly rushed out of the shattered glass door.
They consolidated with the man in the black jacket.
"Haha, we're gonna be rich! We've struck gold this time!"
One of the sturdy men, adorned with a chunky gold chain, couldn't help but let out an excited scream.
He even shook the black leather bag in his hand, which was full of gold and jewels.
"Once we sell this loot, we'll be living the high life!"
"Yeah, we're going to be rich too!"
The others were equally thrilled.
"Stop talking, let's leave this place quickly."
"This place is under the Black Serpent Gang's control!"
The man in the black jacket was much calmer.
He tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and sternly reminded his companions.
The Black Serpent Gang!
The name sobered everyone up a bit.
They all knew that the Russian mob backed the Black Serpent Gang; they were definitely not to be trifled with.
The men stopped chatting.
They hastily threw the stolen jewels into the car, ready to make a quick getaway.
Whoosh!
But before they could all pile into the car, they felt a blur before their eyes.
Suddenly, a masked figure appeared before them.
The robbers were momentarily stunned.
Where did this guy come from?
Did they just glimpse, out of the corner of their eye, that he had descended from the sky?
Did he actually have a pair of wings?
Hmm, where are the wings?
Did they see wrong?
The robbers' eyes, full of doubt and confusion, were fixated on Zhou Cheng.
"Where might you gentlemen be hurrying off to?"
Zhou Cheng didn't care about their reactions; he just spoke with calm and faint mockery.
"Get lost!"
The man in the black jacket grunted and pulled open the car door.
The others did the same.
With the urgency of the moment, none of them had the inclination to deal with a madman; their priority was a swift retreat.
Click!
A soft sound, and Zhou Cheng's hand lightly touched the car door.
The door, halfway open, seemed to be welded into the air.
The burly man in black could not budge it an inch, no matter how much power he exerted.
"Fuck your mother!"
The burly man in black cursed angrily, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed viciously at Zhou Cheng.
Swoosh!
But with a shrug of his shoulder and a quick extension of his hand, Zhou Cheng astonishingly caught the dagger in his grasp.
The man in black found that the blade was immobilized.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push it a millimeter further.
Then, the burly man felt the weight in his hand lighten.
Zhou Cheng had just taken the dagger from his grasp, candidly playing with the blade!
Gulp!
The burly man couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Something was wrong!
This guy was very wrong!