It was late at night.
Robbie lay in bed, everything that had happened over the past few days surfacing in his mind.
When he had first arrived in New York, he had planned to find a job to support himself and Gabe. But Master Wang had soon come knocking, offering him a job as a deliveryman and security guard for the "Azeroth Specialties Shop."
No meals or lodging included, no weekends or holidays, no five insurances and one fund, on call twenty-four hours a day, available whenever summoned.
At first, Robbie had refused.
Not to mention that being Ghost Rider had given him abilities beyond those of ordinary people.
Although he rejected the Spirit of Vengeance deep down, those powers still made him feel just a little inflated. And under the Spirit of Vengeance's constant subtle influence, he had begun to feel that he had both the right and responsibility to take the place of the state's violent institutions and judge those bastards who deserved to die but were still alive.
Just like the slogan Master Wang had mentioned a few days ago from that book, "The Story of 105 Men and 3 Women":
"Deliver justice in God's name!"
The feeling that he could take someone's life at any moment, combined with the feeling of looking down on all living beings from the moral high ground, made him seem low-key on the surface while actually growing increasingly arrogant. No matter how impressive someone was, they meant nothing to him—like that flashy older bachelor who had just landed a ten-billion military contract a few days ago, then promptly vanished.
A dignified Ghost Rider, working as a security guard and deliveryman?
Even without that identity, he was confident that he was Los Angeles's best amateur racer and professional mechanic. He made quite