17 Chapter 17
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"Die!"
A roar emerged from the mouth of the man dressed in black.
Despite being momentarily stunned by Zhou Cheng's move, he still clenched his teeth and launched an attack on Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng didn't bother dodging or evading.
After all, the opponent couldn't possibly inflict any harm on him.
It was just a light punch, thrown towards his adversary.
Bang! Bang!
Two sounds, one light and one heavy, almost simultaneously erupted.
The punch of the man in black landed on Zhou Cheng, like the gentle touch of a baby.
Zhou Cheng's body didn't even tremble.
But Zhou Cheng's fist?
It sent the thug dressed in black flying out in one fell swoop!
Like he had been hit by a car.
Bang!
The thug crashed heavily onto the ground like a dead dog, painfully curling up and unable to rise again.
One punch!
With just a single punch, Zhou Cheng had knocked him down.
[Origin Point +1]
"Owen!"
"This is outrageous, you're seeking death!"
Clang!
Bang!
The thug with the gold chain was both shocked and enraged.
He drew a gun and pulled the trigger at Zhou Cheng.
At such close distance, only a blind man could miss.
The thug's bullet hit Zhou Cheng squarely in the chest!
A cruel and cold smile involuntarily crept onto the thug's face.
Dare to block our path to fortune at this crucial moment?
Truly seeking death!
"Is this... what it feels like to get shot?"
"It's actually kind of strange."
But then, something horrifying happened.
The masked man who had obviously been shot was perfectly fine!
Even more implausibly, he exclaimed such a sentiment with grave seriousness.
Gulp!
At this, all the robbers swallowed their saliva hard.
They looked toward Zhou Cheng with eyes full of panic and confusion.
How is this possible!
Why isn't this guy afraid of bullets?
Could it be that his body is made of steel?
"Forget it, I'm done talking!"
At this point, Zhou Cheng shook his head and began striding confidently towards the remaining robbers.
Bang bang bang!
Several more gunshots rang out.
Several more bullets struck Zhou Cheng.
But Zhou Cheng ignored them all, as if oblivious, without slowing his steps in the slightest.
"No, don't come any closer!"
"What kind of monster are you?!"
The robbers were petrified, trembling in fear.
Zhou Cheng paid them no mind, delivering a few clean and efficient punches.
[Origin Point +3]
[Origin Point +3]
[Origin Point +3]
"Done!"
He dusted off his hands as if he had finished a trivial task.
With a thought, Zhou Cheng sprouted wings and whooshed into the air, flying away.
Leaving behind only the robbers, lying on the ground like lumps of mud, doubting their life choices.
…
[Origin Point +1]
[Origin Point +1]
[Origin Point +2]
The process of harvesting continued to be exceptionally smooth.
Having a body as indestructible as diamond, Zhou Cheng found himself not even needing to use his wings to deal with some common criminals.
Firstly, using the Emperor's Instrument was somewhat overkill for swatting flies.
Secondly, this feeling of being a one punch man was indeed damn exhilarating!
Thus, Zhou Cheng became engrossed in the joy of harvesting Origin Points.
Who knows how many unfortunate souls fell to Zhou Cheng's iron fists.
Just in a matter of two hours.
Zhou Cheng had already harvested ninety Origin Points!
The efficiency was leagues beyond the last time.
"Put in a little more effort!"
"Strive to earn a hundred Origin Points and call it a day!"A hundred Origin Points could sustain Zhou Cheng's diary writing for a whole fifty days.
Enough!
With that anticipation, Zhou Cheng continued soaring above Hell's Kitchen, seeking his next target.
And after flying over two more streets, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Target spotted!
Screech!
The sound of a sudden brake.
A van executed a beautiful drift, stopping right in the middle of the road, blocking the path of a tall blonde woman in a skirt.
Crash!
Before the blonde woman could understand what was happening, the van's doors were flung open.
Two burly men jumped out, grabbed the blonde, and dragged her into the van.
Crash!
The next moment.
The van's doors slammed shut, and it sped off again.
The entire event took less than a half-minute, so swift and silent.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
"Help! Someone help me!"
Only muffled screams could be faintly heard from within the van.
"Shut up! You're so annoying!"
An impatient grunt came from behind.
A chilling dagger was pressed against Karen Page's neck.
Karen Page immediately dared not make any more noise.
"Who's trying to kidnap me?"
"Wilson Fisk?"
Despite the situation, Karen Page's mental fortitude was remarkable. She remained calm and analyzed her predicament.
Recently, she and Matt had been secretly investigating Wilson Fisk.
If anyone was likely to target her, it had to be him.
"I said, shut up!"
The cold blade pressed against her once more, and Karen Page fell silent.
She pondered silently how to break the situation.
But after much consideration, Karen Page faced a brutal truth:
As a woman alone, there really wasn't much she could do.
Her only hope...
Perhaps was for the fearless man of Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil, to appear.
Zip, zip, zip!
Just then, several swooshing sounds pierced the air.
Everyone inside the van experienced a blur before their eyes, as something fell from the sky at high speed, unseen by anyone.
Screech!
The bald driver hit the brakes hard, and the van came to an abrupt halt, tumbling its occupants inside.
"What the hell!"
"Damn it, what happened!"
The bald driver and his companion got out, cursing and confused.
They saw in front of their vehicle several feather-like blades stuck in the road like swords, puncturing the pavement.
The men exchanged glances, seeing disbelieve in each other's eyes.
What they had just seen, were they really just feathers?
You've got to be kidding!
Huh?
Wait!
Where did the feathers go?
They vanished in an instant?
When they turned back, the bald pair were even more astonished.
How could the massive scatter of feathers on the ground just disappear?
Was it ghosts?
"Who's there!"
In the next moment.
The bald men noticed a person appearing not far from the roadside.
A person wearing a mask.
"Talking to you, kid!"
Bam, bam!
Zhou Cheng ignored the bald pair, and with two clean punches, he knocked them down.
"Shit!"
"Outrageous!"
The rest inside the van couldn't sit still any longer.
Leaving one to watch Karen Page, the others grabbed their guns and exited the vehicle.
