I Want You

It was him—the Chinese teenager who was unbelievably agile and could wield some kind of special power!

Robbie took a deep breath and raised his guard to the maximum.

Who was he? Where had he come from? What was he here for?

Had he gone after the Fifth Street Gang to get that pretty necklace?

Was that necklace important? More important than the lives of so many Fifth Street Gang members?

Did he want to kill Robbie to silence him?

Then why had he come openly instead of sneaking around?

Robbie's mind was a tangled mess. Limited by his intelligence, he simply couldn't figure it out.

He glanced at Canolo beside him, forcibly suppressing the urge to transform into Hellfire and beat Old Wang senseless. He tried to sound as natural as possible. "What are you here for?"

"To fix the car!"

Old Wang patted the battered truck and shrugged. "I don't know what happened yesterday, but it suddenly caught fire. The engine caught fire, the tires caught fire too. Skye said you were an expert at this stuff. You liked tinkering with these things back in high school, and you even helped your uncle repair cars several times. Right, Skye?"

"Yeah. Robbie, do you remember? When we were in elementary school, we used to play games together all the time at Space City Arcade in Little Tokyo. I thought we'd never see each other again after graduating high school. Who knew we were this fated to meet again?" Skye nodded with her arms crossed, looking a little nervous—

Hellfire was standing right in front of her. He was terrifying!

He won't fly into a rage, transform, and kill me, will he?

Thinking that, Skye shifted behind Old Wang, using his imposing body to shield herself from Hellfire.

Robbie: "..."

Not only did they know which high school he had attended, they even knew his hobbies. They had actually investigated him?

"Oh, right. I heard your brother Gabe broke his leg and is still in the hospital? I'm sorry... How about we go visit him after work? I bought fruit—the kinds he likes most. Durian, jackfruit, and canned herring." Old Wang looked deeply concerned.

You're fucking threatening me... And canned herring isn't fruit, is it...? Robbie clenched his fists, and faint firelight began flickering in his eyes.

He was angry!

"Are you sure you want to fight in front of everyone?" Old Wang moved his lips, and his faint voice reached Robbie's ears.

The fire in Robbie's eyes vanished, but his fists clenched even tighter. "Follow—me."

The three of them quickly arrived at the repair bay.

"I'm warning you, don't you dare go after my brother. Otherwise, I won't let you off!" Robbie leaned close to Old Wang and warned him in a low voice.

"Don't misunderstand. I don't mean any harm to you or your brother. On the contrary, I came with sincerity... Skye?" Old Wang turned his head and gave her a look that said, you know what to do.

After three years of flirting, they still had some tacit understanding. Skye blinked to show she understood, then hurriedly nodded and said to Robbie, "Several surveillance cameras caught your car. I hacked the surveillance system and deleted everything. No one knows what Ghost Rider's car looks like now. That Dodge Charger is too conspicuous—it'll be easy to trace."

Robbie looked at Old Wang, somewhat surprised.

Were these two really being this nice to him?

They hadn't come to cause him trouble? They had some other purpose?

"Go on. What do you want? Let me make this clear first—I don't have any money." He wasn't some student sheltered in an ivory tower. He knew there was no love, hate, or help without reason. If they had done all this, they definitely wanted something in return.

He really didn't have any money.

This car was expensive, but it actually belonged to Uncle Eli. Besides, it had now fused with him and couldn't be separated from him.

Uncle Eli didn't have money either. He was a doctor and worked at some laboratory, but his salary didn't seem that high. He had spent it all and even ended up in prison.

As for Robbie?

Being a mechanic wasn't exactly some glamorous profession. No matter how skilled he was, he couldn't make much money. Gabe was in the hospital now, which cost plenty too. His savings were nearly gone, and his credit cards were almost maxed out. I'm the one who needs money!

Skye glanced at Old Wang. See? How could a mechanic possibly have any way to make money?

If it really comes down to it, I can find a few anonymous accounts belonging to gang bosses. Corrupt officials work too. I can transfer money in batches. There's some risk, but it definitely won't be high. Those people wouldn't dare call the police anyway. At most, they'd investigate in secret.

You know what I can do. I won't leave any traces.

Even if someone really tracks us down, it doesn't matter. We've got you, Old Wang. One against a hundred, beating Hellfire one-handed, headbutting RPGs—no problem, no problem.

Old Wang looked aggrieved.

Do I look like someone obsessed with money?

I'm proud to be a good man! I'm proud to ask for nothing in return!

Skye turned away, wanting to cover her face. If you don't want money, then stop making me pay when we get a room! Pay for gas yourself! And when you say you're treating me to a big meal, why does it turn into KFC?

Wang, please continue your performance. I promise I won't watch!

"Then what do you want?" Robbie's heart tightened.

If he didn't want money, then what he wanted was more important than money!

Aside from my house and car, all I have is Gabe and myself. Which one do you want?

Neither is an option!

Robbie steeled himself. Don't force me to kill someone!

I don't want to. I just want a quiet, ordinary life!

I want you. If Ghost Rider truly unleashes all his special effects and reaches the level of the First Generation Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze, he wouldn't be any weaker than Doctor Strange. At his peak, Doctor Strange... kid, you're still far from that level. Old Wang did not answer. Instead, he changed the subject. "Did you wipe out the Fifth Street Gang?"

Robbie said nothing.

You already investigated it, so why ask me?

Old Wang smiled and said lightly, "But as far as I know, one member of the Fifth Street Gang is still alive."

Someone was still alive?

Those scum weren't all dead?

Robbie froze. His eyes instantly reddened and burst into flame.

The Spirit of Vengeance inside him stirred, and his fury blazed hotter and hotter.

Kill him, kill him! The Spirit of Vengeance kept egging him on.

You must kill him. That was our deal. You must take revenge. You signed a contract with the devil. You sold me your soul!

Of course I'm going to kill him! He destroyed my whole family! Robbie's body grew hotter and hotter.

I don't kill innocents indiscriminately. The Fifth Street Gang killed many people and ruined many lives. Every member of the Fifth Street Gang deserves to die. I'm a vigilante. What I'm doing isn't wrong!

"Calm down. Do you want your coworkers to see what you look like as Hellfire? Then what? Will you kill them, or let all of New York—even the entire United States—know that you're Ghost Rider?" Old Wang let his arms hang at his sides as he gathered his strength, ready to act at any moment.

This guy isn't going to lose control, is he?

"I... don't want to kill people. I definitely won't kill people casually!"

Robbie took several deep breaths. The fire in his eyes gradually faded. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I only want... revenge! Where is that bastard?"

Old Wang looked at Skye.

Skye immediately said, "Los Angeles Prison. I checked. He slipped a lot of money to the judge, lawyers, and prison guards. He was originally sentenced to fifty years, but because of good behavior in prison, his sentence keeps getting reduced. At most, he'll be out in ten years... no, at most eight."

That's reality... Old Wang mocked silently.

Los Angeles Prison... I can't just break in there. I can't get revenge... Robbie felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over him.

I can only wait until he gets out eight years from now, then kill him!

Old Wang smiled and changed the subject again, his tone calm. "I heard your uncle went to prison too? He's in Los Angeles Prison as well?"