Where Fate Brings Us Together

Leon had no interest in knowing how Bullseye would explain himself. He had already slipped away, anyway.

Whether Bullseye came clean to Kingpin or pinned it all on Leon, Leon would take it.

It was already a fight to the death. Was he supposed to inspect a corpse, go to court, or explain himself to Kingpin?

No need.

"Either way, they're going to die. Sooner or later, I'll send them down to keep Wesley company. They were so close, and we tore them apart while they were alive! We're not that kind of people!"

Send them all down! Yeah! All of them!

Without changing back, Leon strolled home in Black Cat's form. There was no need to wait for Kingpin to show up. The guy was anything but low-profile. Asking Wesley had been pointless—Kingpin's company was a properly registered business!

Good grief, he had the same personality as Iron Man!

"Loyal ministers and filial sons are doomed to clash,

Murderers and arsonists bask in glory.

The rats in the granary eat until their bellies burst,

While the old ox plows until death, only to be skinned~

What crime have the fish in the river committed?

Their scales are stripped clean, yet their bones still prick.

What blessings did the tiger earn in its past life?

It crunches bones raw without fear of choking.

Pheasants and rabbits dare not cause trouble,

Yet they're minced to paste and sprinkled with scallions.

Ancient swords that kill are hung high as treasured relics,

While straw sandals used for padding are cast into ravines.

Wu Qi, who killed his wife for rank, wore the marshal's seal,

While Pei Jin, who held the lamp, got slapped instead.

Robber Zhi died a good death,

So why was Yan Yuan cut short?

Could it be the Jade Emperor was sweet-talked by some Zhang San?

Where could one check that pitch-black ledger?

When luck is good, stubborn iron gleams like gold,

When fortune turns, even a bronze bell sounds wrong!

May Cui Yingying in her next life be ugly as a ghost,

And may Shi Chong be reborn without a decent scrap.

The affairs of this world are like a lone lamp in the wind, grass falling from its stalk,

Even a few strings of copper coins can wear one down.

Though I have no priceless treasure of Tong Pass,

These three beats of the alligator drum will carry me to the ends of the earth..."

"To the ends of the earth~" Black Cat hummed the little tune, walking with the same arm and leg swinging forward like some important figure... then got lost.

It was not really his fault. He was used to standing high enough to see far. Now, let alone his normal state, he was barely taller than a large rat. Even a trash can could become a visual obstruction!

It did not matter. "Just stroll around!"

As he walked, Leon genuinely got absorbed in it! The more he looked, the more he felt that this residential area—community?—was exceptionally nice. Not only were the homes detached, there were only a few households in total, all spaced quite far apart. The landscaping had probably cost a fortune. It felt like being in a forest!

The houses were completely screened off from one another. For someone like Leon with mild social anxiety, it was simply perfect!

"Every boy wants his own cave when he's little. A secret base. An underground passage."

Then he grew up and...

He still wanted those things!

This kind of house completely met his requirements!

Though the price was probably...

Who would have thought that Leon, living his second life with cheats enabled, would end up worrying about housing!

There was no helping it. As long as he could not completely separate himself from human society, he had to follow its rules.

Some doors could be opened through powerful allies, like S.H.I.E.L.D. tacitly approving of and overlooking Leon's violent style of handling things.

But some could not.

For example, Leon could not carry a huge pile of cash into a house purchase!

He was not afraid of tax inspectors, but he could not stand the hassle!

Leon still wanted to live a normal life!

He could not just silence anyone who annoyed him, could he? Even Thanos did not do things that way.

"Mm... I'll have to find some filthy rich bastard and fleece him someday!"

S.H.I.E.L.D. was out of the question. Fury was definitely a hundred times shrewder than Leon, and Leon knew that well. After all, after Hydra was destroyed, did Fury not still have safe houses one after another? Where had all that money come from?

Could the World Security Council have allocated it to him?

How could that possibly be true~

Trying to squeeze money out of Fury was a dream. Leon did not have any money-making talents.

He had talents, but unfortunately, none of them had anything to do with money!

If he had to say it, working as someone's bodyguard was indeed a little beneath a cheat-enabled person like him!

"Unless it's one of those strongest bodyguard, urban war god, miracle doctor descends-the-mountain stories!"

Yeah! And he would have to be the personal bodyguard of some spoiled, beautiful heiress!

Hehe... What was he thinking? This was not an urban webnovel! Why was he still thinking about it?!

Originally, Leon had planned to wipe out Kingpin's company today. Who would have thought! Just because Kingpin arrived a little late and Bullseye arrived a little early, he had nearly fallen into a trap himself.

The main issue was that Leon had overestimated himself and underestimated his enemy.

Since coming here, Leon had not been particularly strong, but to be fair, his opponents had all been trash. Without realizing it, that had given him the illusion that he was powerful. He had been full of superiority, only for Bullseye to slap him across the face.

He had gotten cocky, reckless, and forgotten the painful lessons.

He had grown proud and complacent, and his humble soul had run aground.

He had underestimated how low someone like Bullseye could sink.

Comics were comics, movies were movies. Neither was as bizarre or as bottomless as reality, because reality did not care about reason. Once something happened, it happened!

He did not deliberately look for the way back. He simply wandered around aimlessly, because no one would be wary of a stray cat.

What bad intentions could a kitty possibly have~

After coaxing a house cat behind a glass window into knocking over a vase for the fifth time, Leon finally began to feel a little bored.

Maybe it was because he had turned into a cat. Perhaps he had also picked up some feline habits. Leon suddenly did not want to go home. He kept wanting to "adventure" through trash cans or catch a bird and give it a few smacks.

"No, I have to change back!"

Leon realized something was wrong!

"What if I run into someone holding catnip? My glorious reputation would be ruined in an instant!"

As dusk gradually fell, Leon looked around at his surroundings. Maybe he had made three left turns and three right turns earlier, but he had never actually left this neighborhood.

This little patch of woods might belong to some rich household!

Standing beneath a tree, Leon canceled the Transformation Technique. Amid blurred light and shadow, he returned to his human appearance.

He straightened the hat on his head. "Sure enough, being human feels different!"

He swung an arm. He felt like he was not as agile as he had been in cat form, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Could it be that beyond changing appearances, the most important traits or advantages are the proper way to use the Transformation Spell?"

"And when I use the Transformation Spell, I also inherit some of the transformed animal's traits and habits?"

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made!

Ah...

If he ever drew a tiger—or even a rat—that would be fine. But what if it was a turtle...

"Insanely high stamina and ridiculously strong physical defense, while being earth-shatteringly lazy, with agility rounded down to whatever comes after the decimal point?"

Hey! He really could not say that would be useless!

As he spoke, Leon casually walked out of the woods. He could just use the Sky Dance Technique to leave, so it did not matter if anyone saw him. Compared to seeing someone fly outside their house, the fire not far from here would probably seem more believable!

Besides, it was not convenient to take off in the woods!

Step by step, Leon crossed the expensive artificial lawn and emerged from the cover of swaying tree shadows into the open.

Whoosh!

That sound... was a little familiar!

He clasped his hands together! Smack!

Opening his palms, Leon saw what he had caught in his hand.

A nail.

"Oh ho ho ho ho~ Fuck... no wonder you got here so fast..."

Leon looked at the man standing outside the back door of the large house, his expression complicated. The man had not even had time to remove the combat uniform with a target pattern on the forehead.

"You bastard, so you were Wesley's neighbor!"

Like a prankster child, Leon tossed the Nail back. Bullseye caught it easily.

As Leon walked toward him, he said, "So you were actually his bodyguard?"

Bullseye sneered, just about to speak when Leon cut him off. "Hey, hey, hey! Doesn't matter! Yeah! Doesn't matter!"

Pulling both hands from his pockets, Leon suddenly flashed forward and appeared before Bullseye. Unfortunately, Bullseye did not receive Coulson's treatment. He took a knee strike squarely, his body curling into a shrimp in midair before crashing heavily into the house with a loud series of clatters.

"Oh! Sorry~"

Leon carefully avoided the shattered glass on the floor, looking nervously at a loss. "I didn't mean to kick you there. Really."

"Hehehehehehe, bro, does it hurt?"

Inside the utterly wrecked liquor cabinet, Bullseye stood up without a word, his face livid. But his legs trembled, and he did not seem very steady!

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