As the father and daughter picked up the pace, Qi Jun, still lying where he was, gradually lost track of their already hushed conversation.
Well, given Qi Jun's English listening and speaking skills, half of it had actually been guesswork anyway.
But even that was enough, wasn't it!
"So they really are Big Daddy and Hit-Girl?"
"I wonder if that dumbass Kick-Ass will still get Big Daddy killed later?"
"Maybe not~"
"In the original plot, weren't these two put on trial in a livestream after they got caught?"
"It was livestreamed, wasn't it?"
"If it's a livestreamed trial, then they really might not die."
"New York is the territory of Tony Stark, the newly debuted superhero Iron Man, now."
"If these two got killed on a livestream by mere gangsters, how could Iron Man ever show his face?"
"Besides, New York is a key surveillance area for S.H.I.E.L.D., and they want to stir up trouble on a livestream?"
"Yeah, right!"
Qi Jun carefully rummaged through the nearly forgotten memories in his head and finally remembered exactly who these two people with BD and HG engraved on their belts were.
Although he couldn't remember most of the plot very clearly, one particular scene would definitely bring these two back to mind!
A father, right in front of his daughter, firing! A! Handgun!
Yes, Big Daddy was that kind of twisted father!
Not only did he fail to cherish and protect his daughter, he personally trained her to be a killer!
Good heavens!
Back then, Qi Jun simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. Could there actually be such an utterly heartless father in this world?
Was she really his biological daughter?
Ahem.
Back to the point.
After remembering Big Daddy and Hit-Girl, Qi Jun realized that all that fighting and killing was too much trouble.
Picking up the scraps really was the way to go!
Especially when he could follow behind capable people and pick up their scraps. That was even better!
After all, many of Marvel's superheroes were holier-than-thou bitches-uh, had bleeding-heart tendencies.
Certain blind street-level heroes in particular were practically poster boys for holier-than-thou bitches-uh, bleeding hearts!
In short, they didn't kill: abuse me a thousand times, and I'll still let you go as though you were my first love.
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