Peter kept pestering Zede with questions, chattering non-stop. Zede could only use the versatile excuse of Chinese kung fu to brush him off. Peter clearly didn't believe him, but he couldn't press the issue, since the school had already summoned their parents.
Zede wasn't fazed by the situation, acting as if he owned the place. He sat on the sofa, swinging his legs and watching the Head Teacher and Charlie bicker.
"Zede! What kind of attitude is that! Put your feet down! Sit up straight!" Head Teacher Old Zack was always exasperated by Zede.
Old Zack clearly remembered that this kid had gotten into a fight on the first day of elementary school and had been in trouble several times since. Today was even worse; he'd beaten up the entire basketball team.
Under Charlie's gaze, Zede could only sit up straight, showing a little respect for the Head Teacher.
Seeing Zede soften, Old Zack said, "Zede! Do you know how serious your actions were today?"
"What's the big deal! I was standing up for Peter!" Zede fully embodied the image of a hot-blooded youth, indignant at the world.
"Standing up for him! You knocked out eight people, including the substitutes. A little dispute between classmates, and you needed to go this far? And! You took on eight people by yourself! Are you Bruce Lee?"
Old Zack wanted to say something more, but Charlie cut him off, "Zede! Apologize! Even if it's for a friend, you shouldn't have done this! Understand?"
"Alright! Alright! I apologize!" Zede still listened to Old Charlie's words, admitted his mistake, and wrote a self-criticism.
Old Zack didn't make things too difficult for Zede, and treated everyone involved fairly.
On the way home, Uncle Ben, who hadn't spoken much, said to Zede, "Thank you, Zede! I don't know how many times this is! Always bothering you with Peter's affairs! Sigh~ really..."
"It's not a bother! This is what I should do!" Zede thought to himself, Your affairs these past few days are even more troublesome.
After Zede returned home, he was scolded again by Charlie and Emma. After admitting he was wrong, letting it go in one ear and out the other, he went back to his room to feign sleep. After Charlie and Emma had both fallen asleep, he climbed out the window and snuck out.
Zede drove the invisible Time God Machine and flew above Peter's house. He then used Peter's home as the center to hack the surrounding cameras, and also went over Uncle Ben's commute route.
He set up a large surveillance network, fearing that Uncle Ben would impulsively try to uphold justice again, and end up sacrificing himself heroically. Otherwise, wouldn't his fight today have been in vain?
It turned out that having a plan prepared in advance was beneficial. Although Uncle Ben hadn't encountered any robbers outside due to Peter's situation, who could say for sure about the convergence of timelines?
And sure enough! Just three days after Zede set up the surveillance, Uncle Ben encountered robbers again on his way home from overtime, and was about to act heroically. Upon receiving the surveillance message, Zede immediately rushed out, the Time God Machine running at full power, quite reminiscent of an AE86.
Uncle Ben's company had some minor issues today, and he and two other colleagues worked overtime to carry out emergency repairs, not finishing until nearly one in the morning. The kind-hearted boss specifically gave them all a day off tomorrow.
Uncle Ben dragged his weary body along the road. The late-night bus drivers had already finished their shifts. Uncle Ben, who should have transferred at the station, could only walk the last stretch of the journey.
New York was nominally a city that never sleeps, but for areas where ordinary low and middle-income families resided, the city that never sleeps was just a joke.
After buying a piece of cheap bread at the only twenty-four-hour convenience store nearby to stave off hunger, Uncle Ben ate it while walking.
When he reached the corner and approached the trash can to throw away the packaging, Uncle Ben heard cursing and cries for help coming from deep within the corner. Without the slightest hesitation, Uncle Ben picked up a small wooden stick from the ground and quickly ran into the depths of the alley.
In the deep alley, three members of the Triads surrounded an Asian girl. One of them spat on the ground, then said, "Bitch, if you don't want to die, hand over the stuff. You're not worthy of touching it!"
Faced with the encirclement of three burly men, the girl was just waving the stick in her hand to prevent them from getting close, while also shouting loudly, "Help! Is there anyone who can help me!"
One of the burly, bald men said impatiently, "You've pissed off Kingpin! Nobody in New York dares to save you! If you don't cooperate, don't blame us!"
"Stop!" Uncle Ben shouted as he arrived, raising the wooden stick in his hand as a threat.
"Damn it! Someone actually dares to interfere!"
The already agitated bald man pulled out a folding knife and gave Uncle Ben a final warning: "I'll say this once! This bitch has angered the wrong people, and we're taking her to the big boss. We won't hurt the girl, but no one cares about what happens to you, old man. Have you thought this through?"
As the bald man spoke, he waved the folding knife. But if Uncle Ben was easily intimidated, he wouldn't be Uncle Ben.
Uncle Ben clenched the wooden stick in his hand, steeling his resolve, and said, "I'll also say this once! Let that girl go!"
"Old man!"
Uncle Ben's firm attitude completely enraged the bald man, who charged directly at him. The folding knife was tucked at his waist, ready to stab forward at any moment. His free left hand grabbed the wooden stick as Uncle Ben brought it down. The knife was about to reach Uncle Ben's abdomen.
The other two Triads/Mafia members stood with their arms crossed, watching the unfolding drama, their positions blocking the girl's escape route.
The girl, forgetting her own escape, stared wide-eyed as the bald man charged towards Uncle Ben. Someone was about to die to save her. She could only scream "No!" but was otherwise helpless.
"Die!"
The bald man's face was contorted with a savage grin, relishing the thought of the old man's imminent death.
He reveled in the thrill of killing. He'd been suppressed for too long in the Triads/Mafia, with its strict rules, and Uncle Ben, who was suddenly playing the hero, had become his target for releasing that pent-up frustration.
BOOM!
The bald man lost consciousness instantly. He didn't know if his knife had pierced Uncle Ben's stomach, nor did he understand the source of the "BOOM." He simply departed this world in blissful ignorance.
Zede had arrived at the most critical moment. Without hesitation, he leaped from the Time God Machine, descending from the sky to crush the bald man's spine. The impact was so severe that the bald man was embedded deep into the ground.
Uncle Ben, knocked to the ground by the shockwave, stared blankly at the armored figure before him, bewildered. Zede glanced at Uncle Ben, saw only a torn shirt, and breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't been stabbed.
Zede, having successfully rescued the girl, turned to face her and the remaining two members of the Triads.
Initially, the two men were shocked, but as true Triad elites, they quickly regained their composure. New York had a Daredevil; there was no reason it couldn't have a second one. This armored man wouldn't make them surrender without a fight.
Both men pulled out their handguns and opened fire on Zede. Uncle Ben was behind Zede, so he couldn't just rush forward and deliver a Rising Dragon to each of them.
Zede spread his arms, blocking the narrow alley to prevent any stray bullets from hitting Uncle Ben. He then said to Uncle Ben, "Get out of here! Don't get in my way!"
Uncle Ben wasn't one to be difficult; he knew he was just a liability. Without a word, he ran out of the alley as quickly as possible.
With no one to protect, Zede lowered his arms and casually walked toward the two men, taking their gunfire head-on.
"What the hell! Is this guy bulletproof?"
With their handguns useless and their only escape route blocked by the armored man, the two men finally panicked.
"Get out of here! Get out of here! You freak! Argh~~"
"Die! Die for me~~"
Zede was completely unmoved by their curses. He charged forward, directly towards the one closest to him, and with a flick of his wrist, knocked the gun out of his hand. Then, he placed his left hand on the man's shoulder and said, "You're very good! Very good! You almost ruined my plan! And you disturbed my sleep! Very nice!"
Although Zede's words were complimentary, his strange tone, combined with the dark and chaotic environment, made it seem like the praise of a demon.
The man whose shoulder was grabbed struggled with all his might but couldn't break free from Zede's iron grip. He could only frantically say, "No, no."
Zede ignored him and raised his right hand, slowly clenching it into a fist, then waved it in front of the man's eyes. "Ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag?"
Without waiting for the guy to react, he slammed his fist into his chest. Oh! No—he shouldn't say that, he didn't have a chest anymore.
Merciless!
Zede shook the blood off his hand and turned to face the other Triad member. The other guy was smart enough to grab the Asian girl and hide behind her, pressing the muzzle of the gun against her temple.
"If you don't want her to die, get out of the way! Hurry up! Her head isn't as tough as your armor!" the man roared.
The light was dim in the alley, and Zede hadn't gotten a good look at the girl. Now that she was being held hostage, he could see her face clearly.
Isn't that Skye? She should be arriving in New York any day now, but to be chased and attacked right away? What a troublemaker!
Zede stared at the two of them, speechless. In the eyes of the Triads thug, Zede's silence was a sign of hesitation.
"Hurry up and get out of the way! Or I'll kill her! You spandex-wearing clowns who call yourselves heroes wouldn't care about her life, would you? Huh?"
Zede snapped out of it, turning his head to look around, puzzled. "Heroes? Where are the heroes?"
As if realizing something, Zede pointed his index finger at himself. "You mean me? I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! I'm the Demon King! This is a blatant smear!"
Both the hostage and the kidnapper were stunned by this. But while they were stunned, Zede wasn't.
Taking advantage of their daze, he used Time Stop and rushed forward.
How can you lose this?
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