Peter finally snapped out of it and quickly said, "Killing is wrong no matter what. We can hand him over to the police and let the law deal with him. And if you kill someone, you'll have to go to prison too. He's not worth it."
"Yeah yeah! Don't commit a crime because of me, bro!" the hip-hop guy hurriedly echoed.
Daniel lowered his gun and shook his head. "You really misunderstand me. I'm not some homicidal maniac. How could I just shoot someone at random?"
Peter let out a breath of relief.
Looks like the guy was actually reasonable.
Just as Peter thought that, Daniel suddenly lifted his leg and delivered a perfectly aimed family-planning kick straight between the hip-hop guy's legs.
"AAAHHHHH!!"
The man's eyes bulged as he clutched his crotch and let out a piercing scream. Red and yellow fluids instantly seeped through his pants. Chances were, he'd never again qualify to use the men's restroom.
Peter instinctively squeezed his legs together and swallowed hard. "I know he tried to assault that woman, and it made you very angry… but isn't this a bit too much?"
Daniel said calmly, "Oh no. I just didn't like that he insulted me earlier."
Peter: "…"
So petty??
Peter jumped off the fire escape, grabbed the limp guy with one hand, and said, "Dude, I gotta go. Nice meeting you! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
Before he even finished the sentence, he flicked his wrist upward, shot a webline into the sky, and swung away like a human pendulum.
Not toward the police station, but toward the nearest hospital.
Peter was seriously worried that if this guy didn't get medical attention soon, he wouldn't live long enough to see a judge—only God.
"This isn't Spider-Man… more like a spider demon."
Watching Peter leap gracefully between buildings, Daniel felt it was pretty fascinating.
But he was far more curious about something else: just how did Peter manage to swing when the surrounding area barely had any tall structures?
What exactly was that web sticking to?
The brown-haired woman retrieved her handbag and quickly thanked him. "Sir, thank you for saving me!"
"No problem."
Daniel smiled slightly—then raised his gun at her. "This is a robbery. Please hand me your handbag again. Thank you."
The woman: "???"
[Evil Value +0.01]
Daniel walked out of the alley and casually tossed the handbag away.
Defeating criminals gave him Justice Points. Conversely, committing crimes earned him Evil Points.
But he still hadn't figured out the actual use of either.
He couldn't be bothered asking the game system.
No need to think—this artificial idiot would just tell him to discover it himself.
Forget it. The bridge will straighten itself when the boat reaches it. He'd find out eventually.
Daniel didn't dwell on it.
It's a game—having fun is the only thing that matters.
Just then—
Daniel received a call from Tony.
"Hey, Daniel, I'm throwing a birthday party at my place. Interested in coming?"
"When?"
"Tomorrow night at ten."
"Sure!"
Daniel agreed without hesitation.
Come to think of it, this was the first time he'd ever been invited to a party by an NPC.
Did that mean higher favorability made NPCs more likely to interact with players?
Nightfall.
Daniel arrived at Tony's seaside mansion.
Outside, the place was buzzing with activity. Expensive luxury cars lined the entrance, making Daniel's fingers itch—he wondered if he should drive one home later.
Inside was even livelier. Stylish men and women moved wildly to the pounding music.
And on the front platform, Tony—wearing his latest model armor—was drinking and… dancing? No, thrashing around to the beat.
Overall, it was painfully eye-searing.
Daniel's eyes lit up. "System, record everything and save it to a new album called 'Tony's Try-Not-to-Laugh Challenge.'"
[Camera Mode Activated]
Enjoying Tony's "dance," Daniel grabbed a few snacks from a nearby table.
Then he noticed a familiar figure in the crowd and immediately walked over.
"Widow! Zhandersney Duck!"
Mouth stuffed with food, he greeted mumblingly.
Standing before him was a curvy redhead in a leopard-print dress.
Not the vampire woman from before—
This was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Level 7 agent, Natasha Romanoff—codename Black Widow!
She was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top-tier agent. Before Daniel joined, she was the only agent with a 100% mission completion rate. She was practically his senior.
Some time ago, Natasha had taken over Daniel's assignment of monitoring Tony. With just a few subtle tricks, she easily became Tony's personal assistant, charming him senseless.
Truly, beauty traps were the ultimate strategy.
Daniel had undergone countless brutal confidentiality tests at S.H.I.E.L.D.—all just to prepare for this exact tactic.
But right before the final stage, Nick Fury—the shiny-headed boiled-egg—suddenly stopped the tests!
Even remembering it made Daniel furious.
Natasha corrected him, "I'm Black Widow."
"Same difference." Daniel waved a hand dismissively.
Natasha's cheek twitched. "Why are you here?"
They had met a few times, and she understood his… unique style of doing things.
"Tony invited me. I was free, so I came. Didn't expect such a spectacular show." Daniel said cheerfully.
Natasha glanced at Tony going wild onstage and sighed. "I sent Tony Stark's blood back to HQ. After analysis, the lab discovered extremely high palladium levels in his bloodstream. His health is deteriorating rapidly. He has at most seventy-two hours left."
"I guess he already knows. That's why he's acting like this."
Since Daniel was now Level 6, she didn't bother hiding classified info from him.
"I get it. His last rave before he croaks," Daniel concluded.
Natasha nodded. "Something like that. The lab is trying to find a solution. My assignment has shifted from surveillance to preventing Tony Stark from committing suicide. If possible, I hope you can talk to him. You two seem to get along."
"No problem. Leave it to me."
Daniel gave a confident thumbs-up—the universal "I'll handle it" expression.
Just then, Tony grabbed the microphone and addressed the whole crowd. "A lot of people ask me—Tony, Tony, how do you go to the bathroom in that suit?"
As he spoke, he suddenly made a relieved expression.
"Like this."
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers!
Someone shouted, "Tony! Why don't you show us how you take a dump too?!"
"Yeah! Do it!"
"I wanna see!"
"Poop! Poop!"
The room chanted wildly.
A billionaire publicly discussing bodily functions—truly unheard of.
Natasha glanced toward the crowd—and saw Daniel there, hand over his mouth, passionately hyping up the chant.
She immediately began questioning every decision that led her to rely on this man.