Mind Your Own Business?

Most superheroes had their own principles and moral codes—that was beyond doubt. Aside from certain oddly positioned "antiheroes," they were basically stronger than Leon.

In principle, Leon's advantage should have been his familiarity with the plot—or rather, with the general course of fate. It could help him foresee certain dangers in advance, like holding a script in his hands.

Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly a qualified Marvel fan. He hadn't even watched the entire film series. He knew about the major events, but as for exactly when and where they happened, he was completely clueless.

So Leon's real advantage was this: cheats!

Charge in. Charging in was the only way!

Leon hadn't been threatening Matt. If that day truly came, he would absolutely act.

Still, the odds of that happening were extremely low. There were so many superheroes—how many of them had gone dark?

Hadn't he said it already? Getting cocky required capital.

Maybe someone would only just start swelling up before getting beaten back down with a vicious thrashing. So really, there was nothing to worry about.

He checked the time. It wasn't... late anymore. In another two or three hours, dawn would probably break.

It seemed his plan to cause trouble for Kingpin was going to fall through.

"Well then, since you're fine now, hurry back."

Leon said to the still-pensive Matt, "Once it's daylight, it probably won't look great if you're still hopping around rooftops dressed like that!"

Hm?

Only then did Matt snap back to reality.

He had been mulling over Leon's words, unsure what he should say for a moment. Though he knew that what Mr. Labrador said might be right, prejudice, habits, and understanding were all rooted deep in one's bones. They were important parts of what made a person who they were. If people could so easily change themselves and their understanding, there would be far too many saints in this world.

Seeing that Matt was still trapped in his own world, Leon didn't disturb him. Even if Matt could truly take that step and make a change, it wouldn't happen overnight.

He turned and went downstairs.

He left the wrecked house.

It was too late. Before long, he might run into people getting up early to play basketball or memorize regulations. Leon was a rigorous person.

He only stayed up late; he didn't pull all-nighters!

There weren't many people on the streets at this hour either. Leon didn't fly home through the sky. He would treat it as a chance to clear his head.

Still, for the sake of practicing his skills, he kept his feet a few centimeters above the ground, floating low in the air. Slowly and steadily, as though he were wearing roller skates, he moved along the street.

And so, on a secluded street in the Big Apple at two-thirty in the morning, a handsome man in a mid-length black trench coat, a thick iron chain dangling from his collar, a wide-brimmed gentleman's hat, black pants and black shoes, with ink-like markings flowing across his face, his hands tucked in his pockets and looking like he loved nobody, drifted slowly through the midnight streets, taking in the sights.

Upon closer inspection, his feet seemed not to be touching the ground at all!

Whether he knew it or perhaps he did, Mr. Leon Collins had just created a new urban paranormal legend as he walked beneath the moonlight toward home.

The night was beautiful, but the cold interpersonal relationships of the big city had deeply wounded Mr. Leon, an ordinary citizen!

Shouldn't those poor people who had just finished the night shift, swaying alone in the wind late at night, be warming each other's lonely hearts?

"Why does everyone run when they see me?!"

Was it really this hard to help people these days?

There were no cars on the road, but when Leon tried to help a roughly thirty-year-old old lady dressed very summery cross the street, that old... lady, who five seconds earlier had been bleary-eyed and unsteady on her feet, let out a scream and instantly took off in high heels at Bolt's speed!

"People really are forced to surpass themselves!"

Leon was stunned. "Look at that! She's running so damn fast!"

Leon hadn't actually meant to chase her. If she didn't want his help, then fine. But the important thing was that Leon was heading in that direction too!

So she ran far away, screaming every three steps and looking back.

Even after she had vanished from sight, Leon could still faintly hear her dolphin-like shrieks.

Leon also felt like he might have been a little too unsteady?

Maybe if he sat cross-legged in the air with a blanket beneath his butt, he would seem much more approachable!

"A genius idea!"

Leon continued floating along slowly, except he pulled one hand from his coat pocket to stroke his chin.

"As expected of me!!"

As he floated along, Leon noticed...

That dolphin woman came running back, trembling all over!

"Help... help... Aah!!!! Why are you still here?!"

Leon: ...

Well, sorry about that!!!

What a small world!

He switched to a stance with both hands behind his back, though he was still floating in the air.

Leon felt that this gave him the bearing of a grandmaster!

Master Leon! When will you become Marvel's number one?

Today! Today!

That was roughly the idea.

"Female bipedal primate and hairless mammal, may I ask what I can do for you?" With one hand cupped before his chest and the other held behind his waist, he gave a slight nod. When it came to posture, Leon had it down pat. You couldn't learn this without three years of experience as a dog interpreter.

The moment he opened his mouth, he sounded like the victim.

The beautiful woman in red was clearly stunned for a moment. Then she suddenly froze in place. "How did you know about the hairless part?!"

"Mayweather really has no professional ethics!"

"You bastard! You perverted peeping tom!"

"You must have stolen the underwear I lost four years ago!"

"Looking at that flat chest of yours, there's no way you could fit into mine anyway!"

She had barely caught her breath after stopping, yet a machine-gun barrage of accusations came rattling toward him.

Leon: ...Miss, that speaking speed... you must practice with your tongue a lot!

Honestly, it was easy to leave Matt speechless. Matt was a decent, respectable man, and he had a bit of an image to maintain.

Leaving Leon speechless was much harder. To verbally crush a lunatic who never took the usual path into silence—this woman in red was undeniably talented!

Leon finally understood Matt's pain, and he also realized what an asshole he normally was.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before shouting and commotion came from behind the woman, finally snapping him back to his senses.

"Uh... so he does that besides boxing?"

The woman was stunned too.

The two of them clearly weren't on the same wavelength!

She turned to look ahead, toward the direction behind the woman in red. Several street punks who obviously didn't look respectable came chasing after her with lewd grins.

"Ma'am."

Leon lowered his head slightly, looking to be in an excellent mood as he spread his hands. "It's time to choose."

While the beautiful woman in red stood at a loss, Leon straightened up. "Will you choose four utterly wicked thugs, or one perfectly ordinary mental patient who enjoys wandering beneath the moonlight?"

"Hey, psycho over there! I advise you not to mind other people's business!"

Mind other people's business?

Leon didn't like hearing that!

Even when the newspaper delivery guy comes to my door, I have to chat with him for an hour. And you want me not to mind other people's business with one sentence?

That makes things difficult for me~

Please add this to your bookshelf. Once it goes premium, I'll show you what update speed like a production team's donkey really means!!