"I'm awake. I realize I can contribute more to the World than just making weapons."
"Therefore, I've decided to close Stark Industries' weapons division, effective immediately!"
"Until I find a new direction for the company and other paths I believe are right, and that align with the highest interests of the U.S.…"
On the TV screen, Tony loudly announced from the podium, shocking not only everyone present but also those watching on television.
You see, Stark Industries built its foundation on the arms trade.
What Tony was doing wasn't just cutting off an arm; it was cutting off his little brother, directly severing his roots!
The most 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 looked forward to Tony's safe return, thinking there was hope.
Now it seemed, this guy might as well have just died in the Middle East!
"Tony Stark, damn you, give us our money back!"
"How could you do this to us?!"
"Can Stark Industries' stock still rise? It's really hard!"
"It's over. I listened to Tony Stark and immediately bought more shares 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, as shareholders glared at Tony on the TV screen, gritting their teeth, wishing they could devour him alive.
Du Mu sat in the corner, watching the scene with interest.
I have to say, the NPCs in this game are really good, much better than those rigid programs.
Especially the curly-haired Fat Man in front, his expression was as if Tony had cheated on 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.
Hmm?
The blind man caught the cup?
Du Mu immediately sensed something was wrong, pointing at the man wearing sunglasses and blurting out: "System! Is this game bugged again? How could a blind man catch a falling cup!?"
[Ding, no anomaly detected]
The blind man seemed to hear Du Mu's shout, and calmly placed the cup back on the table, as if nothing had happened.
Du Mu narrowed his eyes.
Based on his experience, this person was definitely not simple.
Thinking this, he casually picked up his almost untouched plate of food, got up and walked over, sitting directly in the empty seat across from the two men.
The curly-haired Fat Man saw Du Mu approaching with his plate and staring at them, and asked in confusion: "Uh, is something wrong?"
Du Mu grinned, placing his tray on the table: "Nothing much, just wanted to get to know you guys."
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 a warm, enthusiastic smile: "My name is Foggy Nelson, and this is my partner, Matt Murdock. What should I call you?"
"Just call me Du Mu."
"Hello, Du Mu."
Foggy said, while deftly handing over a business card for their firm.
"Let me introduce ourselves, we are lawyers. We just opened a new 'Nelson & Murdock Law Office' nearby. If you ever need legal assistance, come find us, absolutely discounted!"
Du Mu 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're professionals."
Du Mu nodded, looking serious: "I want to ask, if a pregnant woman gets into a fight with someone, does that count as a brawl?"
Foggy: "..."
Matt: "..."
Foggy was clearly stumped by this sudden, bizarre question. He thought hard for a few seconds before speaking, rather uncertainly: "Uh, that probably wouldn'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?"
"..."
Foggy's expression instantly froze, his brain seemingly crashing.
Is this even a question a human would ask?!
Seeing Foggy unable to answer, Du Mu 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 that caused me to lose my sight… Please don't touch my pocket. Although I can't see, I can still feel it."
"Hahaha, just kidding with you."
Du Mu awkwardly pulled his hand back from Matt's pocket.
Now it was confirmed!
This person was definitely not simple!
With his almost max-level pickpocketing skill, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to notice his movements without being on guard, let alone a blind man.
This guy might be a hidden NPC, a key character to trigger a special plot!
Just as Du Mu was secretly calculating in his mind, Matt suddenly asked: "I feel like you're not from around here. Why are you in Hell's Kitchen?"
His voice was still calm, but carried a hint of imperceptible probing.
It was well known that Hell's Kitchen was one of the highest crime rate and most chaotic districts in the U.S., if not the most!
Various gangs ran rampant, and almost every imaginable vice could be found here. Even New York Police patrolled with extra caution. Aside from fearless social animals, ordinary people would never willingly step into this area.
"Looking for someone."
Du Mu answered very frankly, there was nothing to hide.
"Who?"
"A man, codenamed Iron Head Skill, I think his name was Harold or something?"
Foggy scratched his head, looking confused: "Iron Head Skill? I haven't heard of anyone by that name in Hell's Kitchen."
Matt's brow furrowed slightly behind his sunglasses, and he said in a deep voice: "You wouldn't be talking about… Joseph Harrow, would you?"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Du Mu 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, codenamed Hammer Head. Rumor has it he's an immortal monster impervious to blades and bullets. This man is very dangerous. Do you need something from him?"
"Sort of."
Du Mu glanced at the time displayed 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, Du Mu walked briskly towards the restaurant exit without waiting for their response.
Listening to Du Mu's rapidly receding footsteps, Matt's fingers unconsciously rubbed his white cane, his face behind the sunglasses thoughtful.
"Matt, Matt!"
Foggy's anxious voice pulled Matt back from his thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
"That guy didn't pay for his meal yet! Quickly go get him back!"
Matt: "..."