章節 8: Chapter 8: The Young Spider-Man
Lifting his foot and stepping out of the alleyway, Wu Chen walked down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, maintaining the posture of Hokage Minato Namikaze, strolling calmly without haste. He was trying to encounter a "random mission."
The so-called "random mission" referred to someone seeking help, and then he would undertake their request. He couldn't just randomly approach someone and say, "I'll help you with something, and you give me a reward," right? That would be too low-class and forced.
Therefore, Wu Chen had spent the whole night thinking about a way to "accept random missions." As long as the place he was in was chaotic enough, someone would surely come seeking help.
However, truth be told, when it came to undertaking missions, nothing beat the mission hall in Konoha. There, you could choose whatever kind of mission you wanted. Without Konoha's mission hall, it was really inconvenient to undertake missions.
"Hey! You, with the weird getup!" However, before encountering a "random mission," trouble found him instead. Wu Chen was stopped by a bald man.
This man was a white guy, two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a stout waist, his face full of fierce muscles, giving off a menacing vibe.
"What do you want?" Wu Chen greeted him with a smile, as he was already prepared for trouble when he stepped out.
Finding missions, undertaking them, and then completing them, wasn't that asking for trouble?
Of course, if he didn't ask for any payment during the process, then it was completely fine. So, he had already prepared himself to be stopped by strangers.
Wu Chen spoke politely, but the man mistook him for an easy target. He directly reached out and grabbed Wu Chen's collar, speaking in a menacing tone, "Are you wandering around here looking for trouble with me?"
"Hmm?" Wu Chen was puzzled. He glanced at the hand pinching his collar. "Can you let go of me first before we talk?"
"Haha! John the Bald is up to no good again! This should be fun to watch! I bet five seconds!"
"Five seconds? You're overestimating this pretty boy. I bet he'll start begging before it even starts."
"I bet three seconds!"
"It's starting, it's starting!"
The surrounding people, instead of calling the police or intervening, watched with glee. Obviously, these folks were all of the same kind.
Upon hearing Wu Chen's words, the man grinned and said, "Kid, it seems like you're indeed looking for me, and you're even here to give me money, right?"
Now Wu Chen understood. "Robbery?"
"No, no, no. How could you say it's robbery?" The man's spit landed on Wu Chen's face, making him furrow his brows. "Didn't I just say it? You're here to give me money."
"Let me think. You should be giving me a thousand bucks, right?" He raised his empty hand, and his fist, the size of a cooking pot, wavered in front of Wu Chen.
"I don't want to hear a denial. Otherwise, I might get angry, and then my fists will uncontrollably land on you."
Wu Chen, seeing this, didn't answer but looked around at the people nearby.
"So, you guys are all scumbags!"
"!!!!" John the Bald was furious. "Kid, what are you saying?!"
With that, his fist was about to land on Wu Chen. At this moment, a boy's voice suddenly came from beside them, "Stop bullying him! I've called the police!"
John the Bald paused and turned to look.
Wu Chen also withdrew his hand, ready to gather his chakra to form a Rasengan.
It was a boy about eleven years old with brown hair. He was holding a phone, courageously shouting, "Let him go!"
"Hahaha!!" Everyone, including John the Bald, burst into laughter.
With Wu Chen still in his grip, John the Bald walked over to the boy, bending down to his level and said, "Little guy, don't you know? The New York police won't come to this place at all."
"Ah!" The boy was clearly frightened. "But the policeman just said he'll be here soon..."
"That's a lie! They'll only come after everything's over and then just clean up! Hahaha!"
Immediately, the people around burst into laughter.
Seeing the panicked boy, Wu Chen felt he should act. This brave and kind-hearted kid was now in trouble for helping him. Wu Chen really liked him, so he had to protect him.
So, Wu Chen raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of John the Bald holding his collar, slowly exerting force.
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