Chapter 8
"Such is the power of the Imperial Regalia!"
"In front of mere mortals, it's an absolute domination."
"No, it should be said that as long as the enemy isn't armed with guns, the domination is ensured."
Watching the two villains scrambling to escape, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
The minor test of his flight had gone very well, Zhou Cheng thought, completely meeting his expectations.
The only regret was that Zhou Cheng's own strength was still too weak.
He was, in essence, just an ordinary person.
If the enemy had guns, his reactions might not be fast enough, and the risk of getting shot was high.
Therefore, Zhou Cheng only dared to bully those third-rate goons who couldn't get a hold of guns.
[Foundation Point +1]
[Foundation Point +1]
At this moment.
Two notification tones flashed through Zhou Cheng's mind.
He couldn't help but want to complain again.
Although these two villains were indeed just super minor characters and weak to the extreme.
Getting only 1 Foundation Point per person seemed a bit stingy, right?
Does the almighty God really not intend to let me rest?
Me, the hard-luck transmigrator.
Even after crossing over, I'm still doomed to labor!
Complaints aside, the work must go on.
For the sake of Foundation Points, Zhou Cheng quickly set aside those messy thoughts.
Swoosh!
With a thought, his wings fluttered behind him.
Under the gaze of the professional woman he had just saved, Zhou Cheng transformed into a large bird, soaring into the sky.
In just a few moments, he merged into the night and disappeared from sight.
Leaving behind the professional woman, stunned and motionless, almost like a statue.
No way, those wings can actually fly!
Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?
...
[Foundation Point +1]
[Foundation Point +2]
Afterward.
Zhou Cheng's figure began appearing in various corners of Hell's Kitchen.
Fortunately, it was the sin-filled city of Hell's Kitchen.
Almost every place had crimes unfolding, and criminals emerging.
This brought great convenience to Zhou Cheng.
Every so often, he would harvest a batch of Foundation Points.
Overall, the gains were satisfactory.
During this process, Zhou Cheng noticed that not every criminal could only bring him 1 Foundation Point.
Some criminals provided slightly more Foundation Points.
The specific reason for this wasn't clear to Zhou Cheng yet.
He could only guess based on his experience.
Perhaps some criminals were stronger, and therefore more "valuable."
But whether this was really the case couldn't be concluded due to the limited sample size.
However, Zhou Cheng wasn't in a hurry.
After all, Hell's Kitchen lacked everything except criminals and "leeks."
He could slowly figure out this issue.
And after consecutively harvesting two ordinary criminals, Zhou Cheng was presented with an opportunity.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as he turned a corner, loud, intense, and exaggerated sounds immediately followed.
There were sounds of cold weapons clashing and even the whoosh of objects slicing through the air!
How very exaggerated.
Zhou Cheng's heart stirred.
He looked forward in the direction of the noise, and his expression instantly became serious.
Under the cover of night.
He saw several "martial arts experts" engaging in an extremely fierce battle.
Four of them were dressed in the attire typical of ninjas, faces covered.
In their hands, they wielded gleaming katanas.
They launched a relentless onslaught against another person, whose head was wrapped in a scarf, only the nose and mouth visible.In the midst of flashing blades and darting silhouettes, Zhou Cheng found his eyes dazzled by the chaos.
It was no exaggeration to say that this battle could rival the scenes in some martial arts movies.
"That's... Daredevil!"
Zhou Cheng immediately recognized the masked man being pushed back in retreat, like a beaten dog.
It was none other than the renowned fearless man from Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil!
But at this moment, Daredevil was in a dire situation.
He was in disarray, retreating continuously, and his body bore evident wounds.
For one, the Daredevil at this stage was obviously early in his career.
Without a uniform, without weapons, he fought criminals with nothing but his fists.
And secondly, it was the classic scenario of being outnumbered.
What about the four guys facing off against Daredevil?
"Ninjas!"
"The Hand!"
Zhou Cheng quickly made his assessment.
Ninjas in Hell's Kitchen left no doubt about their affiliation.
However, The Hand was a colossal entity, its depths unfathomable.
With Zhou Cheng's current capabilities, tangling with such an existence seemed overambitious.
"Forget it."
"Better to play it safe."
After a brief consideration, Zhou Cheng swiftly decided.
There was no need to provoke trouble in Hell's Kitchen with so many potential targets.
Whoosh!
Just as he thought to leave quietly, one of the ninjas attacking Daredevil suddenly stopped and turned sharply.
Their gaze was piercing, locking onto Zhou Cheng.
A shiver ran up Zhou Cheng's spine.
Ninjas, even with their keen senses, how did they notice him?
He swore he hadn't made any noise!
Clang!
Rapid footsteps followed, and without a word, the ninja drew a samurai sword and charged at Zhou Cheng.
The Hand's methods were always domineering and ruthless.
Every witness had to be eradicated!
"Get out of here fast!"
Daredevil had long sensed Zhou Cheng with his radar-like senses and instantly felt a rush of concern when he detected the ninja targeting him.
Exhausting all his skills, he tried to rush over to save Zhou Cheng.
Yet he was firmly blocked by the three ninjas before him.
Powerless to do anything, he could only watch as the distance between the ninja and Zhou Cheng rapidly closed!
"Alright then."
"If that's the case, I have no choice but to fight!"
With the enemy bearing down on him, what else could Zhou Cheng do?
With a thought, his wings unfurled behind him.
The Hand's ninja appeared unfazed, yet inside, they were utterly perplexed.
What was this act about?
What use were those wings?
But in the next instant.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Feather after feather burst forth from the wings.
"Whaaat?!"
The ninja's face twisted in shock.
Instinctively raising his sword to defend.
But it was futile.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Soon enough, the ninja's body jerked violently, as the feathers pierced him, transforming him into a veritable porcupine.
He fell to the ground in agony.
Unlike before, when he merely injured people, Zhou Cheng now had lethal intent.
The Hand's ninjas, once ignored, were manageable, but upon confrontation, they had to be utterly destroyed.
Otherwise, they would be an endless threat.