"I've woken up. I've realized I can contribute more to the World than just making weapons."
"Therefore, I've decided to shut down Stark Industries' weapons division, effective immediately!"
"Until I find a new purpose for the company and other directions that I feel are right, and are consistent with the highest interests of the nation."
On the TV screen, Tony loudly announced from the podium, shocking not only everyone present but also others in front of their TVs.
One must know that Stark Industries started its business with arms dealing.
What Tony did wasn't just cutting off an arm; it was cutting off his little brother, directly severing his roots!
Those most deeply affected by this were undoubtedly the shareholders.
Ever since news of Tony's disappearance came from the Middle East, Stark Industries' stock price had plummeted, and shareholders holding its stock were on the verge of collapse. They had finally hoped for Tony's safe return, thinking there was salvation.
Now it seems, this guy might as well have just died in the Middle East!
"Tony Stark, I f*** your mother, give me my money back!"
"Are you worthy of us?!"
"Can Stark Industries' stock still rise? It's very difficult!"
"It's over. I listened to Tony Stark and immediately bought more stock after he returned, but now, never mind, I need to go to the rooftop to claim a spot. If I go late, there won't be any left."
"…"
In a noisy restaurant in Hell's Kitchen.
Wails and curses rose and fell. Shareholders stared at Tony on the TV screen, gritting their teeth, wishing they could devour him alive.
Daniel sat in the corner, watching the scene with great interest.
He had to admit, the NPCs in this game were really well-made, much better than those rigid programs.
Especially the curly-haired Fat Man in front, his expression was as if Tony had cuckolded him, constantly making beeping telegraph sounds, so excited that he knocked over the cup on the table.
And the blind man sitting next to him steadily caught the falling cup with one hand.
Hmm?
The blind man caught the cup?
Daniel immediately sensed something was wrong, pointing at the man wearing sunglasses and blurting out: "System! Is there another bug in this game? How can a blind man catch a falling cup!?"
"Ding, no anomaly detected."
The blind man seemed to have heard Daniel's shout, calmly placing the cup back on the table, as if nothing had happened.
Daniel narrowed his eyes.
Based on his experience, this person was definitely not simple.
Thinking of this, he casually picked up his almost untouched plate of food, stood up, walked over, and sat directly in the empty seat opposite the two.
The curly-haired Fat Man saw Daniel coming over with a plate and staring at them, and asked confusedly: "Uh, is there something wrong?"
Daniel grinned, placing the plate on the table: "Nothing much, just wanted to get to know you two."
The curly-haired Fat Man frowned slightly: "But we don't know you at all."
"Two hundred U.S. dollars for friendship."
"You've come to the right place! Matt and I love making friends!"
The curly-haired Fat Man immediately put on an enthusiastic smile: "My name is Foggy Nelson, and this is my partner, Matt Murdock. What should I call you?"
"Just call me Daniel."
"Hello, Daniel."
Foggy said while deftly handing over a business card for his law firm.
"Let me introduce ourselves, we are lawyers. We just opened a new 'Nelson & Murdock Law Office' nearby. If you need legal assistance, come find us anytime, absolutely discounted!"
Daniel happily took the business card: "So you're lawyers, huh? Perfect, I have a legal question I'd like to consult you about."
Foggy confidently patted his chest: "Just ask! Don't worry, we are professionals."
Daniel nodded, looking serious: "I want to ask, if a pregnant woman gets into a fight with someone, does that count as a gang fight?"
Foggy: "…"
Matt: "…"
Foggy was clearly choked by this sudden, bizarre question. He thought hard for a few seconds before speaking uncertainly: "Uh, that probably doesn't count. Strictly speaking, at least three people need to be involved to constitute a brawl."
"But what if the pregnant woman is carrying twins?"
"…"
The expression on Foggy's face instantly froze, his brain seemingly crashing.
Is this even a question a human can ask?!
Seeing Foggy unable to answer, Daniel shook his head regretfully, his gaze turning to the silent Matt.
"You can't see?"
Matt was not angered by this somewhat abrupt question, merely nodding calmly: "Yes, I had an accident when I was very young, which caused me to lose my sight. Please don't touch my pocket; even though I can't see, I can still feel it."
"Hahaha, just kidding with you."
Daniel awkwardly pulled his hand back from Matt's pocket.
Now it's confirmed!
This person is definitely not simple!
With his almost maxed-out thievery skill, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to notice his movements without any precautions, let alone a blind man.
This guy might be a hidden NPC, a key figure to trigger a special plot!
Just as Daniel was secretly calculating in his mind, Matt suddenly asked: "I feel like you're not from around here. Why did you come to Hell's Kitchen?"
His voice was still calm, but carried a hint of imperceptible inquiry.
It is well known that Hell's Kitchen is one of the U.S.'s neighborhoods with the highest crime rates and most chaos, if not the highest!
Various gangs run rampant. Almost every imaginable crime can be found here. New York Police patrols here have to be extra careful. Aside from fearless working drones, ordinary people would never voluntarily step into this area.
"Looking for someone."
Daniel answered very frankly, there was nothing to hide.
"What kind of person?"
"A man, code-named Iron Head Skill. I think his name is Harro, or something?"
Foggy scratched his head, looking confused: "Iron Head Skill? I haven't heard of anyone like that in Hell's Kitchen."
Matt's eyebrows furrowed slightly behind his sunglasses, and he said in a deep voice: "You wouldn't be talking about Joseph Harro, would you?"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Daniel slapped his thigh, "That's the name! You know him?"
"Not really know him, just heard of him."
Matt subtly adjusted his sitting posture: "He's the biggest boss of the Maggia Gang, code-named Hammerhead. Rumor has it he's an immortal monster impervious to blades and bullets. This person is very dangerous. Do you need him for something?"
"Sort of."
Daniel glanced at the time on the wall clock, and stood up casually: "Oh, time's up. I have something else to do. I'll chat with you guys another day!"
With that, Daniel walked quickly towards the restaurant entrance without waiting for their response.
Listening to Daniel's rapidly receding footsteps, Matt's fingers unconsciously rubbed his white cane, a thoughtful expression on his face behind his sunglasses.
"Matt, Matt!"
Foggy's anxious voice pulled Matt back from his thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
"That guy hasn't paid for his meal! Go chase him back!"
Matt: "…"