Chapter 111: Manhattan District
“Where’s Peter?” Zhong Shenxiu interrupted the eager Ivan with a question.
Peter? Hearing that, Ivan was momentarily taken aback.
He had been so engrossed in the easy gains upon his return, then Zhong Shenxiu arrived, and they began discussing mechanical armor and scanning devices... He had completely forgotten about this matter.
“I... I’m not really sure. I was driving the truck when I noticed someone tailing us. I asked Peter to handle it, and he should have come back by now, right?”
Zhong Shenxiu: (′?_?`)
Ultimately, he felt he had underestimated Peter... He wanted to say something in Peter’s defense.
“You just left him like that?” Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Ivan, then summoned his True Sight Eye, scanning towards Peter’s home.
Ben and May lay on the bed, but Peter’s room was empty.
No sign of him at home, nor at the base. Where could he have gone so late at night?
“I...” Ivan was momentarily speechless.
Mainly because he knew Peter’s strength well; this little guy was probably unmatched by most in New York. That was why Ivan was so unconcerned, even neglectful.
“Should I go look for him?” Ivan’s tone sounded like a worried parent whose child had gone missing, eager to search immediately.
But Zhong Shenxiu shook his head. He knew Peter’s capabilities; no ordinary person could harm or imprison him.
“Probably just off playing somewhere,” he mused. That likely explained the delay.
Then Zhong Shenxiu asked Ivan to explain in detail what happened with the tail on the truck.
“Alright.” Ivan nodded and began to explain slowly...
He recounted how he suddenly sensed something was off, and how, cleverly, he used the pre-installed surveillance in the new district to finally catch the tail.
The footage showed a figure in a white-and-black tight suit, age indiscernible, but short in stature.
White and black suit, short figure, able to leap between buildings and move no slower than Ivan’s truck... Hearing this information, Zhong Shenxiu fell into deep thought.
He couldn’t recall any such person in New York.
This reminded him of when he first asked Peter if he was on some kind of adrenaline rush recently, but Peter replied he had been quite idle lately...
In other words, those countless injured gangsters weren’t hurt by Peter but by someone else.
Could it be that New York had spawned another vigilante?
Zhong Shenxiu thought to himself with some irritation.
As dawn approached, Zhong Shenxiu left the secret base and returned home.
Peter hadn’t come back yet, and regarding the white and black figure, he decided to ask the gangsters who had come for treatment later that day.
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“Doctor, you mean that short guy in white?”
At Zhong Shenxiu’s clinic during the day, a thick-lipped black man lay on a bed. Zhong Shenxiu was tending to a gunshot wound on his thigh, and the man eagerly responded when he heard the question.
“Tell me more about this short guy in white,” Zhong Shenxiu asked steadily as he applied disinfectant.
“Ah—” The sting of the antiseptic made the man inhale sharply. Once he calmed down, he answered:
“It’s been about a month now. That guy suddenly appeared running out of the Manhattan district, attacking anyone on sight—violent beyond belief...
“Based on build and voice, probably a woman, but extremely fierce—one punch could break through a wall.
“Then gradually, she expanded her territory beyond Manhattan, roaming all over New York. Whenever she met us during our deals, she just attacked without warning. Such a small fist, yet such tremendous strength...” The thick-lipped man muttered, likely a victim himself.
“Any other distinctive features?” Zhong Shenxiu inquired.
“Hmm...” The man pondered long and hard, then cautiously said, “I’m not sure if this counts, but it’s my gut feeling.”
“Go ahead, don’t worry.”
Encouraged, the man continued:
“I feel... that this short guy in white is very similar to that other short guy in red! I even suspected they might be the same person once, but the gender doesn’t match.”
“Oh? In what ways are they similar?” Zhong Shenxiu finished dressing the wound and tossed the bandage to the man to wrap it himself.
The man, experienced, quickly began to tie it, responding as he worked:
“Honestly, I can’t quite say, it’s just a feeling—like going to a bar, drinking two completely different drinks, yet sensing their flavors are somewhat alike.”
That’s because they were both fake drinks... Zhong Shenxiu glanced at him but kept his thoughts to himself.
“But if I had to say, I think both of them can climb walls.”
Climb walls?
Zhong Shenxiu’s pupils contracted sharply at this critical piece of information.
Manhattan district... climbing walls...
“Any other details? They don’t have to be identical; comparisons are fine.” Zhong Shenxiu steered the conversation.
The man was silent for a moment, awkwardly tying a bow, then looked up and answered what left the strongest impression:
“I think it’s their strength.
“The short guy in white is much stronger than the one in red. Even Heller, the biggest guy in our gang, couldn’t withstand her punch...”
If Peter really unleashed his full strength, even he wouldn’t hold up... Zhong Shenxiu thought bitterly.
Someone with strength comparable to Peter’s, capable of knocking down gangsters with a single blow...
Suddenly, Zhong Shenxiu thought of someone.
“All right, I’m done asking; you don’t need to pay.” Zhong Shenxiu turned and headed toward another bed.
Hearing that, the thick-lipped man was overjoyed, nodding rapidly and spouting praises: “Thank you, doctor, you’re amazing...” and so on.
After seeing all the patients, Zhong Shenxiu summarized the information gathered that day.
It all aligned with what the thick-lipped man had said.
The one who injured them was the person tailing Ivan in the early morning.
A woman, wearing white and black tight clothing, operating in Manhattan, with strength rivaling Peter’s, and able to climb walls.
Suddenly!
Zhong Shenxiu recalled what Peter had told him after gaining his powers:
After Peter was bitten by the spider,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.