After saying that, Han Yu looked quietly at Ultron and Quicksilver and asked, "Well? Are you going to join me and help the Mutants?"
Although Ultron and Quicksilver were both his store employees, Han Yu wouldn't force them if they truly disliked this sort of thing, lest something go wrong later.
"I'm in. Of course I'm in. There's no reason not to join."
Quicksilver made up his mind even faster than Ultron and agreed before long. Having lost his parents at a young age, he knew all too well what it was like to be bullied and subjected to strange looks. If he could help them, he would certainly consider it his duty.
Han Yu was a little surprised. All this time, Quicksilver had acted like a young man who hated trouble and thought about nothing but eating, drinking, and having fun every day. Han Yu had thought he wouldn't agree, but he turned out to be the first to do so.
Ultron said, "I'll join too. I don't care much for humans, and I don't care whether they live or die. But boss, you're planning to make games for phones later, right?"
Han Yu was taken aback. "Yeah. Why?"
"Then that's fine. Games are fun, but you need players, right? If the business between Mutants and ordinary people stirs up chaos, my teammates might disconnect halfway through a game. I don't want that."
Ultron's reason turned out to be entirely about games.
Han Yu smiled and paid no mind to his reason. After all, Ultron had once considered wiping out all of humanity. If he were told that humans were this or that and would do one thing or another, he wouldn't care in the slightest.
It was only because there were games, and because Han Yu was the one who brought it up, that he considered it and agreed.
Without games, and if it had been someone else asking, like the Avengers, why the hell would he care? They'd be lucky if he didn't send them home with a punch.
Seeing that they had both agreed, Han Yu was about to say something to Quicksilver, since he was still unfamiliar with this sort of thing, but Quicksilver spoke first.
"Ultron, find me all the relevant books I'll need. I'll cram. At my super speed, I can catch up to you in three days at most."
Seeing how serious he was, Ultron didn't deflate him or trade insults with him this time. He replied, "Okay... I've sent them to your computer."
Ultron was a supercomputer, so finding, collecting, and sending information was a breeze for him.
Quicksilver nodded, gestured to Han Yu, and headed back to his room. They probably wouldn't see him come out for the next few days.
Ultron also began working on the program, leaving Han Yu standing there alone, bored.
He was the one in charge, so all he had to worry about was how things should be done. As for actually doing them, he could simply give orders to the people under him. If he had to do everything himself, what was the point of hiring store employees?
"I'm a little bored. Let's see if I can find something to do!"
In a large villa on the outskirts of New York, a burly man sat in his study, quietly leafing through a book. Just then, a man in a black suit strode in from outside. When he reached the door, he suddenly slowed his pace and knocked.
"Come in."
Only after the burly man spoke did the man in the suit enter.
"How did it go? Tell me."
The burly man didn't look up and continued quietly reading the book in his hands.
"R-reporting to you, Mr. Kingpin, the people from the League of Assassins... failed."
The moment the man in the suit finished speaking, the atmosphere in the study seemed to grow colder.
"What? They failed?"
The burly man was none other than Kingpin, the underworld kingpin who had previously given Han Yu information on Wanda and Quicksilver's whereabouts!
"Y-yes. Two assassins died. One of them was the assassin who could turn energy into a sword, and the remaining one escaped."
Cold sweat broke out on the suited man's forehead, and his voice grew much quieter. He was terrified that Kingpin would kill him in a fit of anger.
"All right, you can go."
Kingpin waved his hand. His words surprised the suited man, who quietly thanked him before hurriedly backing out of the room.
But the moment he turned around, a red laser shot from behind him and pierced straight through his heart. Looking at the gaping hole in his chest, the man died with his eyes wide open.
Kingpin withdrew his cane, which could fire lasers, and placed it beside his chair. He stood and walked over to the window. It had just started raining, and the faint sound of raindrops striking the window made the atmosphere in the room even more oppressive.
"Those pieces of trash from the League of Assassins! I spent five million dollars specifically to hire a Metahuman assassin, and he turned out to be this useless!"
Kingpin spoke through gritted teeth.
No one had yet put forward the concept of "Mutants," so Kingpin called them "Metahumans."
He wanted to kill Han Yu partly because Han Yu's attitude on the day he gave him the information had rubbed him the wrong way, and partly because he wanted to test Han Yu's strength and see whether he really was that strong.
He didn't know that Han Yu had dealt with the island of Sokovia. By the time Han Yu appeared there, the civilians had all been evacuated, and only the Avengers and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. members had seen him detonate it.
Naturally, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't casually release information about Han Yu to the public. Everyone outside believed the Avengers had dealt with it.
"You spent five million dollars? If you want to take my life, that doesn't seem like quite enough."
A soft chuckle suddenly rang out in the spacious study. Kingpin's body instantly went rigid, and the hair on his body stood on end as he roared inwardly, Impossible. It can't be him. How did he get in? I didn't notice a thing!
Kingpin slowly turned around and saw a young man who had appeared like a ghost in the shadows of a corner of the study. With his legs crossed, he was leaning against a bookshelf, leafing through a book he had casually taken from it.
"Brother Han? It's you. Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"
The young man who had suddenly appeared was none other than Han Yu.
Seeing Kingpin turn around, Han Yu closed the book and casually tossed it back onto the shelf. He interlaced his fingers over his knee and smiled at Kingpin. "What do you think?"
"Ah, haha, how would I know? Could it be that you came to have a meal with me, Brother Han? I'll have the servants prepare some food right away!"
Kingpin laughed as he moved toward his desk. Only when he got behind it and picked up his cane did he feel a little more at ease.
It was only because he had come a little closer that Kingpin noticed Han Yu's clothes. Although it was raining outside, his clothes were still completely dry. Apart from this house, there was nowhere nearby to shelter from the rain.
So how had Han Yu gotten here in the rain without getting wet?