Next, Zhou Cheng made some other attempts.
He discovered that this Indestructible Body not only made his body as hard as iron and steel.
It also significantly boosted and enhanced Zhou Cheng's strength.
For example,
When Zhou Cheng gripped the kitchen knife in his Hands, he easily broke it with his bare Hands with a light snap!
It barely took any effort.
"Now, I can totally go head-to-head with Iron Man!"
Feeling his current state, Zhou Cheng immediately became full of confidence.
This wasn't Zhou Cheng getting carried away.
Previously, he couldn't deal with Iron Man simply because he couldn't counter Iron Man's firepower.
But now?
That situation no longer exists!
What's so scary about Iron Man then?
With his greatly increased strength, he might even be able to engage Iron Man in a close-quarters combat.
Of course,
Even if Zhou Cheng was fearless against Iron Man, he didn't have a sure way to defeat Iron Man.
After all, he also had an iron shell.
Zhou Cheng's feathers might not necessarily be able to break through his defense.
Upon careful calculation, both sides were at a fifty-fifty level.
However,
Zhou Cheng also believed that this situation wouldn't last too long.
As long as he continued to write his diary diligently, he would gradually become stronger, leaving Iron Man far behind.
Leaving those other powerful Super Heroes behind!
In the end, writing a diary was the way to go!
"Oh, right, the Origin Points are almost depleted."
Mentioning writing a diary, Zhou Cheng thought of something, and his expression shifted slightly.
Last time in Hell's Kitchen, Zhou Cheng earned himself a total of twenty diary entries' worth of credit.
And now, he had already finished fifteen entries.
"It's time to harvest another wave of Origin Points."
Zhou Cheng made this decision very cheerfully.
...
Hell's Kitchen.
Dirty streets, garbage emitting a putrid smell, fallen leaves and waste paper occasionally blown by the wind.
Rampant thugs, homeless people cowering in corners, and dirty deals in the shadows.
It was still the familiar city, still the familiar smell.
Nothing had changed.
However, walking through this city full of sin again, Zhou Cheng's feeling was completely different from last time.
Nothing else.
Although it wasn't the most appropriate description, Zhou Cheng was no longer the same.
Looking back at the last harvest.
Although he had gained some Gains, Zhou Cheng was constrained from beginning to end.
It was understandable that he retreated when facing the Hand ninjas.
Zhou Cheng didn't even dare to use his wings freely.
Logically speaking, flying was undoubtedly the best choice for reconnaissance.
But Zhou Cheng didn't fly around the city searching for criminals; he walked the entire time.
He only used this trump card when truly striking at criminals.
Being so cautious was to play it safe.
It was to avoid attracting unnecessary attention and thus reduce the risk of exposure.
After all, Zhou Cheng was indeed somewhat weak back then.
If he were targeted by people like Kingpin or Madame Gao, it would truly be a bit troublesome.
But now, it was different.
Zhou Cheng could let loose and have a big fight in Hell's Kitchen.
"Hell's Kitchen, I'm back!"
Full of vigor, Zhou Cheng picked up his mask and put it on, then his mind stirred.
With a whoosh, he spread his wings and flew into the vast night sky, disappearing from sight.
Just like that,
Under the cover of night,
Zhou Cheng, like a ghost of the night, silently traversed every corner of the city.
Everything in Hell's Kitchen was taken in by Zhou Cheng's eyes.
"Hmm?"
And very quickly,
A cold smile curled on Zhou Cheng's lips.
"You guys, you shouldn't have, you absolutely shouldn't have..."
"...come out to cause trouble at this time!"
Swoosh!
Without any superfluous words, Zhou Cheng flapped his wings.
He swooped down towards a jewelry store ahead.
At this very moment,
A black sedan was parked at the entrance of the jewelry store.
In front of the car was a burly man dressed in black leather.
He was anxiously smoking a cigarette, constantly looking towards the jewelry store.
Clearly, this person was acting as a lookout.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
"Hurry and leave here!"
Under the gaze of the black-clad strong man,
Four other burly men, each carrying a black leather bag, quickly rushed out from the shattered glass door.
They met up with the black-clad man.
"Haha, we're rich! We're rich now!"
One of the strong men, wearing a large gold chain, couldn't help but scream excitedly.
He even lifted the black leather bag in his Hand and shook it.
Inside, it was full of gold, silver, and jewels!
"Once this batch of goods is out, brothers, just wait to enjoy yourselves!"
"Yeah, we're going to be rich too!"
The others were also incredibly excited.
"Don't talk yet, hurry and leave here."
"This is the Black Snake Gang's territory!"
The black-clad man was much calmer.
He threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground and reminded his companions in a deep voice.
Black Snake Gang!
This name made everyone sober up a bit.
The Black Snake Gang was backed by the Russians, and they were not an existence they could easily provoke.
The few stopped talking nonsense.
They quickly threw the stolen jewelry into the car, intending to quickly retreat.
Swoosh!
However, before the few could get into the car, they felt a blur before their eyes.
Suddenly, a strange masked fellow appeared in front of them.
The few couldn't help but be stunned.
Where did this person come from?
Just now, they seemed to have caught a glimpse out of the corner of their eyes that this person descended from the sky?
And he even had a pair of wings?
Hmm, where are the wings?
Did they see wrong?
The robbers' gazes towards Zhou Cheng were full of suspicion and confusion.
"You gentlemen seem to be in a hurry, where are you going?"
Zhou Cheng, however, paid no attention to their reactions, merely spoke with calm composure.
A faint hint of mockery on his face.
"Get lost!"
The black-clad man snorted coldly and pulled open the car door.
The others did the same.
At this point, they had no time to bother with a madman; naturally, a swift retreat was paramount.
Snap!
With a soft sound, Zhou Cheng merely rested his Hand lightly on the car door.
The car door, which had only opened halfway, seemed to be welded in the air.
No matter how much force the black-clad strong man exerted, he couldn't move it an inch.
"I'll f*ck your mother!"
The black-clad strong man cursed angrily, flipped his Hand, pulled out a dagger, and fiercely stabbed towards Zhou Cheng.
Swish!
But Zhou Cheng shrugged his shoulder and quickly reached out to grab.
He actually snatched the dagger into his Hand with one grab.
The black-clad strong man then found that the dagger was also frozen.
No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn't stab it out an inch.
And then, the black-clad strong man felt his Hand lighten.
It was Zhou Cheng who, holding the blade, took the dagger away.
And he was even playing with it with an air of seriousness!
Gulp!
The black-clad strong man couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Something's not right!
This guy is very wrong!