Shocking! Billionaire Goes to the Toilet in Public!

Peter snapped back to reality and hurriedly urged, "Killing is always wrong. We can hand him over to the police and let the law judge him. Besides, you'd go to jail for murder; it's not worth it for a scumbag like him."

"Right, right! Please, don't throw your life away on a crime because of me!" the hip-hop black man chimed in quickly.

Du Mu lowered his pistol and shook his head, saying, "You misunderstand me deeply. I'm not a serial killer; why would I just open fire?"

Seeing this, Peter let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed the guy was actually quite reasonable.

Just as Peter was thinking this, Du Mu suddenly raised his foot and delivered a precise Family Planning Kick right between the hip-hop black man's legs.

"Aaaahhh!!"

The hip-hop black man's eyes bulged as he clutched his crotch, letting out a shrill howl. Red and yellow fluids instantly seeped through his pants; he would likely have no use for a men's restroom for the rest of his life.

Peter instinctively squeezed his legs together and swallowed hard. "I know he intended to assault that lady and that it made you angry, but isn't that a bit too brutal?"

Du Mu looked calm. "Oh no, I'm just annoyed that he cursed at me earlier."

Peter: "..."

Is he really that petty?

Peter jumped off the fire escape and grabbed the limp hip-hop black man. "Buddy, I've got to go. Nice meeting you! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"

Before he finished speaking, he shot a web toward the sky and swung away rapidly.

He wasn't heading to the police station, but to the nearest hospital.

Peter was genuinely worried that if this hip-hop black man didn't get treatment immediately, he'd be meeting God before he ever saw a judge.

"Is that really Spider-Man, or some kind of spider-demon?"

Du Mu watched Peter's figure swinging nimbly between the skyscrapers, finding it quite magical.

However, he was more curious about how Peter managed to swing in areas where the buildings were sparse.

Where exactly was that web sticking to?

The brown-haired woman retrieved her handbag and hurriedly thanked Du Mu. "Sir, thank you for saving me!"

"You're welcome."

Du Mu smiled slightly, then raised his muzzle toward her. "This is a robbery. Please hand your handbag back to me, thank you."

The brown-haired woman: "???"

[Sin Value +0.01]

Du Mu walked out of the alley and tossed the handbag aside.

Fighting crime earned Justice Value, and conversely, committing crimes earned Sin Value.

However, he still hadn't figured out the specific functions of either.

Du Mu couldn't be bothered to ask the Game System.

He didn't need to think twice to know that this artificial idiot would surely tell him to explore it himself.

Whatever, things would work out eventually; he'd find out later.

Du Mu didn't dwell on the issue.

When playing a game, the most important thing is to have fun!

Just then, Du Mu suddenly received a call from Tony.

"Hey, Du Mu, I'm planning to host a birthday party at my place. Interested in coming over to hang out?"

"When?"

"Tomorrow night at 10."

"Sure!"

Du Mu agreed without much thought.

Come to think of it, this was the first time he had received a party invitation from an NPC.

Could it be that the higher the NPC's favorability, the more likely they are to interact with players?

At night, Du Mu arrived at Tony's seaside mansion.

The area outside the mansion was bustling with activity, with all sorts of luxury cars parked along the street. It made Du Mu, as a player, quite itchy, and he wondered if he should "borrow" one to drive home later.

Walking into the mansion, it was even livelier, with many well-dressed men and women moving to the dynamic music.

On the stage at the front, Tony was wearing his latest armor, drinking while dancing—or rather, gyrating—to the rhythm of the music.

In short, the sight was truly an eyesore.

Du Mu's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "System, record all of this for me and put it in a new album titled 'Teacher Tony's Try Not To Laugh Challenge'."

[Camera mode enabled]

Du Mu watched Tony's dance moves with appreciation, walking over to a nearby table to grab a few snacks.

Suddenly, he noticed a familiar figure in the crowd and walked over immediately.

"Widow, Jeanne d'Arc-y!"

Du Mu greeted her indistinctly while eating his snack.

Standing before him was a woman with a great figure, wearing a leopard-print dress and sporting wavy red hair.

Of course, this person was not the female vampire from before.

She was S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 7 agent Natasha Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow!

She was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top... number one agent.

Before Du Mu had joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she was the only top-tier agent to maintain a one-hundred-percent mission success rate; she could be considered Du Mu's senior.

Some time ago, Natasha had taken over Du Mu's job of monitoring Tony Stark, using only a few small tricks to easily become Tony's personal assistant, leaving Tony completely infatuated.

That is why the honey trap is always the best.

Back then, Du Mu had voluntarily accepted S.H.I.E.L.D.'s confidentiality tests, enduring countless rounds of trials, just waiting for this specific assignment.

In the end, he had finally made it to the final stage, only for that black-egg-headed Nick Fury to suddenly stop the testing!

Du Mu felt furious whenever he thought about it.

Seeing Du Mu arrive, Natasha corrected him, "I am Black Widow."

"It's all the same, all the same." Du Mu waved his hand.

Natasha's mouth twitched, "Why are you here?"

She had met Du Mu a few times before and understood his style of doing things to some extent.

"Tony invited me over. I didn't have anything better to do, so I came. I didn't expect to see such an explosive scene." Du Mu said cheerfully.

Natasha looked at the manic Tony on stage and said helplessly, "I sent Tony Stark's blood back to headquarters. After analysis by the R&D department, the palladium content in Tony Stark's blood is extremely high, causing his health to deteriorate rapidly. He has at most 72 hours left to live."

"I suspect he knows about his condition, which is why he's acting like this."

Natasha knew that Du Mu had been promoted to a Level 6 agent, so there was no need to hide this classified information.

"Got it, the final madness before death." Du Mu summarized.

Natasha nodded, "You could say that. The R&D department is currently looking for a solution, and my mission has changed from surveillance to preventing Tony Stark from committing suicide. If possible, I hope you can talk to Tony Stark. After all, you two seem quite close."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Du Mu gave a thumbs up, wearing an expression that said, "You can trust me to get the job done."

"A lot of people ask me, 'Tony, Tony, how do you go to the bathroom in that suit?'"

At that moment, Tony on stage picked up the microphone and said to everyone.

As he spoke, he made a look of relief.

"That's how I do it."

The people below laughed and cheered!

Someone even started heckling, "Tony, Tony, why don't you demonstrate how you take a dump for us!"

"Agreed, agreed!"

"I want to see it too!"

"Take a dump! Take a dump!"

The crowd cheered wildly.

A billionaire defecating in public—that was something they had truly never seen before!

Natasha looked at Du Mu, who was in the middle of the crowd with his hand over his mouth, frantically leading the chant, and couldn't help but doubt her own decision.