That night's events stayed hot online for two or three days. Every kind of speculation flew around, but no matter what people said, three days later, the headlines were buried beneath photos of Tony Stark with some actress in his arms.
This was also a world that entertained itself to death.
Perhaps people had realized that the world was not as sturdy as they had imagined. Instead, it seemed to be teetering on the edge of destruction at any moment, and people's moral bottom lines kept dropping.
Over those three days, nearly all major criminal organizations tacitly fell "silent."
Three days later, New York returned to "normal," and life got back on track.
For Hayato, those three days were peaceful.
Kate came over for two nights.
Jessica had obtained Madam Gao's vault key, and her eyes were filled with "$" signs. They had agreed to split it fifty-fifty, but Madam Gao's accumulations over several centuries meant that even a tenth of it was enough to live extravagantly for a lifetime.
Hayato merely reminded her to watch out for traps hidden inside the vault.
Three days later, Matthew resumed his usual lessons at the training base. The exhaustion on his face suggested that taking over The Hand was no simple matter.
Seeing him like that, Hayato could not bear it. He felt like a wicked boss exploiting his employees.
"No."
Faced with Hayato's suggestion that he take some time off, Matthew firmly refused. To him, coming here to train the three kids was more pleasant than a vacation. At least here, he could see something called hope.
With the deaths of the Five Fingers, The Hand had fallen apart, and all the darkness they had once concealed and buried had been dug up.
It was utterly inhuman, horrifying beyond measure.
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