Inside the Good Luck Restaurant, Chen Ye calmly picked up his phone and answered the call, watching Natasha and Agent Coulson, who were sitting restlessly across from him.
Behind them stood four burly men watching them: an Elder Gao Zhuohui with white hair, a Master Ye leaning on a cane, a Deadpool in a red hood desperately taking selfies behind Natasha, and the only somewhat normal one was John Wick, who was wearing a suit and looked a bit handsome.
Calling these four men 'burly' might be an insult to the word 'burly'; they were four strange men, weren't they? Thinking this, Chen Ye found himself amused.
"Hello, Mr. Chen Ye, let me introduce myself, I am Nick Fury, Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Nick Fury said from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Director Nick Fury, what can I do for a nobody like me?" Chen Ye asked, feigning ignorance.
"Mr. Chen Ye, you are no nobody. Chen Ye, your father died in a gang shootout when you were 10, and you've been fostered by Kingpin ever since."
"At 18, you became a mercenary, and during that time, no less than 1,000 black people died by your hand. You have a serious problem with racial discrimination. It wasn't until you graduated from Cornell University's School of Business Administration last year that you took over your father's restaurant and apartment, renaming it 'Good Fortune Comes Restaurant.'"
"When you were 18 and working part-time, you met Pietro and Wanda Django Maximoff, a brother and sister who were fleeing war, and you took them in."
"In just one year, you gained control of five blocks in Hell's Kitchen. This is something many gangs couldn't achieve."
"Not long ago, you even saved Tony Stark and made a large sum in the stock market. I'm very curious how you knew Stark Industries' stock would fall."
"Later, you even became one of the High Table Elders. To achieve so much at such a young age, your future is limitless."
Nick Fury recounted Chen Ye's life story as if listing off his own possessions.
"It seems like you've violated my personal privacy."
Chen Ye knew this was Nick Fury's way of showing dominance.
Nick Fury was telling him how powerful S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network was; if S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to, they could find out the color of Chen Ye's underwear today and how many times he went to the bathroom.
"We are just doing our duty. You know our duty is to protect the World's security. We need to investigate whether everyone is harmful to the country and the World. Everything we do is for World peace," Nick Fury said righteously.
This was the first time Chen Ye had seen someone so shamelessly turn the act of monitoring others' privacy into a noble deed for World protection. He could only say that it was truly Nick Fury, truly the most despicable person in Marvel.
"You're trying to put a big label on me. I'm not racist; I just hate those who indiscriminately kill and lack morality. Every time, victims come to me with evidence. I've never killed anyone; those people all died in accidents. Don't spread rumors. It just so happens that most of those criminals are black people."
"Those who commit crimes can be left for the law to judge, not for you to execute yourselves. You are defying federal law," Nick Fury accused.
"If the federal government was truly effective, there wouldn't be so many innocent people hiring others for revenge, nor would Hell's Kitchen exist. Justice delayed is justice denied."
Chen Ye seemed to want to end this meaningless topic and said, "Alright, you Agents know exactly what kind of people you are. You're just wolves in sheep's clothing. Let's talk about the real reason for this call today."
"Alright, my intention today is simple. I will help you conceal the whereabouts of that super-powered brother and sister. In return, you release Agent Natasha and Agent Coulson, as well as the Agents outside. I can pretend nothing happened."
At this moment, Nick Fury still felt that as the dignified Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., personally negotiating with Chen Ye was already giving him the greatest respect.
Chen Ye listened to this insincere offer: "It seems Director Nick Fury doesn't care much for his subordinates. In that case, I think they're quite comfortable lying there. Tomorrow, I'll call a large group of media to take photos, letting them see what federal Agents look like. I believe a department as unpopular as S.H.I.E.L.D. must have many people willing to kick them while they're down."
Then Chen Ye stood up, walked out of the restaurant, and turned on his phone's speaker. At this time, besides the Agents lying on the ground, there was no one else on the street, so the sound from the phone's speaker was loud enough for all the Agents to hear.
After doing all this, Chen Ye once again asked Nick Fury: "Director Nick Fury, would you like to re-quote? One million U.S. dollars per Agent doesn't seem excessive, does it? As for Natasha and Coulson, because they threatened me with words, causing great harm to my young and fragile heart, it's ten million each."
Nick Fury on the other end of the phone clutched his chest heavily, as if he had taken a heavy blow. He said with difficulty, "Are you joking, Mr. Chen? One million per person, and then twenty million for two people? That adds up to over one hundred million U.S. dollars. S.H.I.E.L.D. will absolutely not pay over a hundred million for this."
"Don't worry, Director Nick Fury. I just forgot to tell you that I'm on speakerphone right now. Every word you just said was accidentally heard by all the Agents outside," Chen Ye said into the phone.
Then he directly squatted beside one of the Agents and deliberately said to him, "Look how stingy your Director is! You risk your lives for S.H.I.E.L.D., and in their eyes, you're not even worth a million. I feel sorry for you. If I were you, I'd quit right now."
Nick Fury on the other end of the phone didn't expect Chen Ye, at such a young age, to have such a malicious mind. Hearing this obvious attempt at sowing discord, he almost couldn't catch his breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "What exactly do you want, Mr. Chen? Do you want us to flatten Hell's Kitchen? Give me a sincere offer."