Chapter 877

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Hayato had no idea that a brainstorming session within S.H.I.E.L.D. had concocted an identity for him along with countless speculations.

But if those speculations had been built on a false foundation from the start, they would only grow more and more wrong.

Whether Hayato and Peter's conversation had been recorded by a phone or not did not really matter to Hayato. After all, some of the things he said were either ambiguous or outright lies.

Come on, Hayato was a ninja.

What was the essence of ninjutsu?

Deception!

Even knowing Peter was a good person, Hayato could not possibly lay all his cards on the table. There was no denying that he had told Peter a great deal, but the information was disconnected. The more he said, the more confusing it became.

Just like Coulson and the others, who had filled in all sorts of details about Hayato in their heads.

Some were right, and some were wrong.

But when truth and falsehood were mixed together, it was far more troublesome than a blank slate.

So Coulson decided to meet this young man who had seemingly popped out of a crack in a rock and probe his true intentions himself.

As the main character in this little disturbance, Hayato remained completely unaware as he wandered the streets until nearly noon.

It had to be said that the neighborhood possessed a vitality during the day that was entirely different from the night.

The occasional petty theft or purse snatching had long since become commonplace to ordinary people. You could often see scenes like this: a thief darting through the crowd, a panting NY patrol officer trailing behind with a baton in hand, while the public remained remarkably calm and simply went about their business.

Compared to the street battles