His Roleplay Progress had risen from twenty-five percent to twenty-eight percent, an increase of three percentage points!
Sure enough, completing a client's task and receiving payment increased his Roleplay Progress!
Although it had only increased by three percentage points, it showed that his thinking was correct!
Wu Chen was delighted, and the strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth seemed a little sweeter.
Then he looked up at little Peter's startled face and decided to put on a good show for the future Spider-Man.
Having gotten a taste of the benefits, he naturally wanted more.
If Wu Chen wanted to receive more tasks from Peter Parker, he had to show little Peter what he was capable of.
Otherwise, if little Peter himself didn't believe Wu Chen had great power, how could he possibly entrust Wu Chen with a task that would increase his role-playing progress?
That said, the difficulty of a task seemed to directly affect how much Roleplay Progress it ultimately awarded.
He had previously gained ten percent Roleplay Progress by fulfilling his predecessor's obsession, but completing Spider-Man's task had only given him three percent.
The difference between the two was that one required him to fight the formidable and powerful Abomination and Hulk, while the other involved fighting ordinary people.
The tasks were worlds apart in difficulty, resulting in a large difference in the role-playing progress they awarded.
If that was really the case, should he take on harder tasks from now on?
Wu Chen pondered this, but his hands didn't stop.
He pulled several three-pronged Kunai from his ninja tool pouch and hurled them toward the places where the onlookers were hiding.
Wu Chen intended to use these guys to establish his authority and show Spider-Man his power.
None of these people were any good anyway, and they even dared to stand around watching the spectacle. Wu Chen wouldn't feel right if he didn't give them a proper beating.
In life, all one could ask for was a clear conscience.
You could fool others, but you could never fool yourself.
So as long as he followed his heart and was happy, that was enough!
Of course, if he could help others and grow stronger in the process, so much the better.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!!
The Flying Thunder God Technique activated again and again. In Minato Namikaze's appearance, Wu Chen appeared beside the onlookers one after another, subdued them with punches and kicks, then tossed them into the middle of the street.
Thud, thud, thud...
At last, these scumbags felt what the weak had felt when they had gone too far in their treatment of them. For a moment, they were too choked up to speak.
Little Peter was even more astonished by Wu Chen's strength, his mouth hanging open.
Just then, someone in one of the surrounding shops suddenly realized who Wu Chen was. "Hey! Isn't that the superhero from the number one video on YouTube?"
"Ah! How could that be?" Hearing this, the others pulled out their phones to check.
"Oh my god! It really is the Fourth Hokage of Konoha, Minato Namikaze!"
"Why would such a powerful superhero come to Hell's Kitchen? Could he be planning to clean this place up?!"
Wu Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. Cleaning up Hell's Kitchen—if that were a task, its difficulty definitely wouldn't be low!
He cast a grateful look at the person who had said it, then began considering whether it was feasible.
Hearing the surrounding discussion, the people lying on the ground, including bald John, hurriedly pulled out their phones to check as well.
Then they saw footage of Wu Chen, in Minato Namikaze's appearance, killing Abomination and pummeling Hulk.
That power, those techniques—he was way too strong!
They exchanged glances and saw regret in one another's eyes.
Why didn't we use our phones more often?
If we'd known this Minato Namikaze was so powerful, how could we possibly have done this?!
And Minato Namikaze, you're so powerful, so why come out incognito?
Instead of announcing who you are right away and letting people grovel at your feet, you actually hid your name and played the pig to eat the tiger. It's already 2020!!
For all their complaints, now that they knew what Wu Chen had done and who he was, they lay flat on the ground, not even daring to try getting up.
Bald John did the same. Although Wu Chen had crushed his wrist, and he was cursing Wu Chen nonstop in his heart, he didn't dare show it in the slightest.
He was terrified of angering Wu Chen and being killed.
The fear of death worked better than any persuasion!
Just then, a sports car stopped outside Hell's Kitchen, and a female agent in a black skintight suit stepped out.
She had delicate features, a full bust and shapely rear, and a curvaceous figure that gave her a seductive appearance.
Her wavy brown hair swayed as she walked, giving her a sexy air.
She was Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff!
An agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and also a future member of the Avengers.
As Natasha walked, she raised a hand to her earpiece. "I know all the intel. I'll be careful when I make contact with him!"
"But are you really not sending other agents along?" Natasha couldn't help suggesting.
But the one-eyed bald man on the other end of the earpiece rejected the suggestion. "Natasha, against someone that powerful, numbers don't mean a thing."