An Unusual Family

After leaving that street, Jerry, dressed in a pitch-black Wizard Robe, took some deserted side roads toward an area nearby where crimes occurred more frequently.

Speaking Chinese Language to that elderly Chinese woman just now had been deliberate.

He needed to earn Little Red Stars to increase his strength. That meant he would inevitably become involved in more and more incidents where he stopped crimes and disasters, and as his strength grew, those incidents would inevitably become bigger and bigger.

Sooner or later, he would enter the public eye—the police's, the government's, and even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s.

When that time came, if someone investigated him carefully, they would peel back the layers and discover that this Wizard capable of using magical spells had spoken fluent, authentic Chinese Language when he had first done good in public.

People always believed the answers they had worked so hard to find.

A guy who always spoke English, wore a Wizard Robe and pointed hat, carried a wand, and hid behind a mask had exposed his true identity through his language because he lacked experience during his first operation.

Therefore, his real identity was very likely that of a Chinese child living in New York.

See? That perfectly sent those who wanted to know his true identity in the wrong direction.

Jerry believed that hiding his identity was extremely important, because he was not alone. He had a father who loved him and an adorable younger sister.

He would become very powerful in the future, but his family could never be as powerful as he was.

Although neither of them was actually related by blood to this body of his, they had lived together for eleven years. They were, after all, the only two true family members he had in this world.

Speaking of which, their family of three was rather unusual.

They all had different surnames. He was Jerry Carmen, his sister was Elsa Hathaway, and his father was Hass Weit.

Though Jerry was not truly related to either of them by blood, Elsa and Hass were genuinely father and daughter.

It was just that Elsa's mother had died of health complications shortly after Elsa was born. To commemorate his late wife, Hass had given his daughter her mother's surname.

As for Jerry, his circumstances had been even worse.

His parents had vanished when he was less than a month old, and no news of them had ever been found.

Hass and Jerry's father had been childhood friends with an exceptionally close bond. After Jerry's parents disappeared, Hass had voluntarily taken him in and raised him as his own son.

And he had raised him for eleven years.

That was why Jerry was deeply grateful to Hass. Though he had been reborn with his memories, he had possessed no ability to protect himself as an infant.

On New York's streets at midnight, aside from homeless people, office workers returning late from overtime, and young people who enjoyed nightlife, there was hardly anyone else to be seen.

Oh, of course, there were also criminals who loved committing illegal acts under cover of darkness. And Super Heroes, lurking in the night to fight those criminals.

"Thief! Catch that thief!"

In the quiet night, a woman's anxious cry for help suddenly rang out.

Lucy was a tabloid reporter. She had worked several extra hours tonight because she needed to organize material for tomorrow.

Who would have thought that just after exiting the subway station, someone would bump into her?

Experienced as she was, she immediately checked her shoulder bag and found that it had been sliced open with a large cut. The wallet inside had already vanished without a trace.

And so, the following scene unfolded.

Although she had noticed quickly, how could a working woman in a suit and high heels possibly outrun a thief known for his speed?

With no other choice, she could only call out loudly for help, hoping that some kind-hearted person nearby would stop him.

Unfortunately, there were already very few people on the street at this hour, and the few who were there merely watched coldly from the sidelines.

After all, no one wanted to get stabbed several times while trying to stop a thief!

Just as Lucy watched the thief's retreating figure grow farther and farther away, nearly disappearing from sight, a strange cloud of smoke suddenly appeared and enveloped him.

A moment later, by the time she arrived, panting heavily, the smoke suddenly vanished again, leaving behind only the thief who had stolen her wallet, now unconscious, and the pink wallet in his hand.

"It's almost three. Time to head back!"

After taking care of another street thief, Jerry checked the time and decided to end tonight's first hunt.

Not bad. He had stopped four criminal incidents in one night. Though none had been major, they had earned him nearly two hundred Little Red Stars.

In the depths of night in New York, crimes large and small, visible and invisible, were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

However, since Jerry lacked a good means of transportation, his current range of activity was limited to the neighborhood around his home.

On top of that, he lacked a way to quickly locate criminal incidents, so his efficiency was not very high. Finding four in a single night was already quite lucky, in his opinion.

Unfortunately, he did not have ears like Superman's, capable of hearing nearby crimes whenever and wherever they happened.

At seven the next morning, Jerry instinctively woke from sleep.

Ever since he had gained a certain degree of self-care ability, Jerry had gotten up at seven every day without fail unless something unexpected happened. After so many years, it had become instinct.

He rolled out of bed, pulled on his clothes and shoes, then pushed open the door and left the apartment.

Of course, he was not heading out early in the morning to fight crime and earn Little Red Stars. He was simply going for his daily morning run.

His muscles had not appeared out of nowhere. They had been built gradually through all kinds of daily training and countless drops of sweat.

"Good morning, Jerry. Going for a run again?"

"Good morning, Grandpa George!"

Still in the Elevator, Jerry ran into an elderly neighbor from next door who liked taking morning walks.

It was hard not to remember a child who had been getting up early to run since he was four or five years old, especially when he was so polite and would casually help take out the trash or carry things for others.

Kind, energetic, optimistic, polite, helpful, academically outstanding, and passionate about sports—those were the labels Jerry had given all the neighbors around him over the years.

They were also the source of suffering for the children of many nearby families, including the children in every other household in the building.

Forty minutes later, Jerry returned home drenched in sweat.

A ten-kilometer run every morning was something he did daily. However, since he was still underage and his legs were not long enough, and since he often earned a few Little Red Stars along the way, it took him a little longer.

Otherwise, with his current physical condition, he could run ten kilometers in nearly thirty minutes.

He tossed all his clothes into the washing machine, turned on the fully automatic wash cycle, and began his usual morning routine of brushing his teeth and taking a shower.

Ten minutes later, he changed into a set of loungewear, tied on an apron, and walked into the kitchen.