In the pitch-black warehouse, the girl's voice rang out especially clear. Yet her answer made even Su Ming pause.
He had seen many reasons for Superheroes to retire. Some had gotten their family killed through collateral damage, some realized they could save no one, and some simply grew too old to keep playing. There were all kinds.
Quite a few people had been forced into retirement by disabilities caused in battle, but this was the first time he had heard of someone retiring because that part had exploded.
But after his surprise faded, he found it reasonable. After all, Kick-Ass had been destined for this day.
Why?
Because that kid had no superpowers whatsoever, yet he insisted on teaming up with Hit-Girl, charging through mountains of blades and seas of fire, treating barrages of bullets like nothing. But he had never received any professional training. Compared to Mindy, a professional killer raised by her father since childhood, he was far inferior.
Every time he went out on patrol, he broke at least a few ribs. That was the reward of being a Superhero.
He was called Kick-Ass not because he kicked other people's asses, but because other people kicked his.
Still, he was somewhat clever. If he could not increase his offensive power, then he could increase his ability to take a beating. His solution was to attach steel plates to his bones.
He had realized this after being hit by a car driven by a villain and breaking both legs. He discovered that a leg fitted with steel plates did not hurt at all when he kicked a tree.
So if he installed steel plates throughout his entire body, then when bad guys hit him, they would be the ones in pain instead. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Thus, whenever