Midnight.
The celebratory dinner finally came to a close in a delicate yet exhilarating atmosphere.
Peter with hope for the future, Peter returned to Queens aboard a Stark Industries private jet.
Before leaving, Peter confidently promised that he would report to the equipment department first thing tomorrow morning to thoroughly study the various hidden functions of the new combat suit.
Pietro yawned and went back to his room.
Recently, he's been brainwashed by Steve's theories, and all he can think about is how to put the flirting skills taught by the Old Popsicle into practice at a bar.
As everyone else left, only Luca, Gwen Stacy, Wanda remained in the large restaurant.
After Natasha and Jessica finished clearing the table, Luca sent them back to their room, citing the need for his assistant to get enough sleep.
Actually, Luca just thought they were in his way.
After all, the internal construction that is about to take place is not suitable for outsiders to be present and watch.
Outside the window, the waves gently lapped against the island's breakwater, making a rhythmic sound.
Luca leaned back lazily on the sofa, holding a glass of wine that was still half full.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two women.
Gwen Stacy wore a white off-the-shoulder evening gown today, exuding a pure yet undeniably sexy charm.
Her long, golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her fair neck shimmered captivatingly under the light.
On the other side, Wanda wore a deep red, tight-fitting, slit dress.
The dress accentuated her stunning figure, her long legs peeking out from the slit in the skirt, exuding a deadly allure.
Two strikingly different beauties sat there quietly.
But now, an inexplicable heat and tension are beginning to permeate the air.
"Call..."
Luca let out a soft breath and downed the red wine in one gulp.
Then he stood up and stretched.
With his movement, the muscles beneath his shirt instantly taut, drawing the attention of the two women.
"Alright, you two beautiful ladies."
Luca stepped between the two and smiled gently.
"All the unimportant people have left. The base is now our private property."
He reached out and put his arms around their waists.
"It's late, and I feel it's essential to go to the room and have an in-depth discussion about the future development of the Justice League. What do you guys think?"
Upon hearing this, both Gwen Stacy and Wanda trembled slightly.
They certainly understood what Luca meant by "in-depth discussion."
They hadn't been alone with Luca for several days.
For young girls who have tasted the sweetness of love, separation is unbearable.
Especially Wanda.
Ever since that night when I first experienced the feeling of transforming from a girl into a woman.
The feeling of wading through the storm was like a poison, keeping her tossing and turning every night, her mind filled with Luca's image.
Gwen Stacy was slightly more reserved than Wanda.
But as Luca's official girlfriend, her longing and desire for Luca were no less than Wanda's.
Moreover, she has now completely accepted Luca's scumbag nature.
After all, having such a strong, protective, and extremely charming man, she had long ago decided to hold on tight and never let go.
"Since it's the boss's request, as an employee, I don't seem to have the right to refuse."
Wanda spoke first.
She looked up, her large, jewel-like eyes gazing at Luca with a watery intensity.
She even deliberately straightened her posture to display her assets.
"Besides, I haven't finished charging my batteries for today yet."
Wanda's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry.
Gwen Stacy raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this.
Charge?
That's quite a fresh and unique excuse!
Gwen Stacy thought to herself, "I'm the Ghost-Spider who dares to catch robbers in the middle of the night wearing a bodysuit!"
Although she accepted Wanda's presence, she would never easily back down when it came to vying for his favor.
"Charging can be done anytime; there's no rush."
Gwen Stacy met Wanda's gaze without flinching.
Then, she pressed her body even closer to Luca's, her hands naturally encircling Luca's neck.
"We just finished a dinner party, Luca must be exhausted. I think what he needs most right now is a gentle, relaxing massage."
Gwen Stacy emphasized the word "gentle" and gave Wanda a defiant look.
"And when it comes to massage, I'm a professional. After all, the flexibility of a spider is something that some people who only know magic can't match."
Hearing Gwen Stacy's barbed words, Wanda's competitive spirit was ignited.
"What's the use of good flexibility? A man's fatigue needs to be addressed at the energy level."
Wanda retorted without backing down, then defiantly wrapped her arms around Luca's waist.
" Chaos Magic can not only alter reality, but also stimulate nerve cells, instantly restoring vitality. This is a sophisticated form of relaxation, far superior to massage."
"You..."
What? You're not convinced?
The two women started arguing back and forth between each other, separated by Luca.
Although there wasn't the same tension as on the battlefield, the air of rivalry was still palpable.
One is Spider-Woman with a pure yet wild spirit, the other is a sexy and alluring Scarlet Witch.
The two players went to great lengths to secure a starting position tonight, each employing their own unique methods.
If this scene were captured by the media reporters outside, men all over the world would probably be insanely jealous, wishing they could line up to jump off the Empire State Building from Clash of Clans.
But Luca, who was in the center of the chaotic scene, remained completely calm.
On the contrary, he enjoys the feeling of being fought over.
"That's the privilege of being strong."
Luca sighed inwardly.
If he were still that ordinary rich kid, the two women probably wouldn't even give him a second glance.
But now, he has completely won them over, making them willingly stay by his side and even fight over him.
This sense of conquest is even more exhilarating than defeating ten Hulk.
"Alright, ladies, please stop arguing."
Luca smiled and shook his head.
"Whether it's a massage or a recharge, both are very important to me."
"Since you are all so eager to serve the leader of the Justice League, then of course I will give you a fair chance to compete."
Luca lowered his head and gave each of them a kiss.
"Let's go to my room. We still have plenty of time tonight, we can... discuss things slowly together."
These words were spoken.
Gwen Stacy and Wanda's cheeks instantly turned red all the way to the roots of their necks.
Although they had been in close proximity for some time, they still felt shy and nervous.
"This... this won't do..."
Gwen Stacy stammered, trying to break free from Luca's embrace, but her body felt limp and she couldn't muster any strength.
" Luca... you're so mean..."
Wanda lowered her head in shame and indignation, not daring to even glance at Gwen Stacy.
But the hands around Luca's waist showed no sign of letting go.
"Bad? No, I'm just allocating resources reasonably."
Luca laughed heartily and exerted force with both arms.
Amidst the two women's gasps, he swept them up in his arms!
With his strength, lifting two girls who weighed no more than a hundred pounds was easier than lifting two feathers.
"Let's go! Let's begin our field trip tonight!!"
Luca laughed loudly as he walked towards the base's super luxurious room.
A few minutes later.
Bang!
Luca kicked the door open and then slammed it shut.
This suite is ridiculously large, taking up almost a third of the top floor of the site.
In the center of the room sits a super-custom-made king-size bed, large enough to accommodate five or six people rolling around on at the same time.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lies a vast, boundless starry sky and a surging sea.
JARVIS had thoughtfully adjusted the room's lighting to a warm tone.
Luca walked to the bedside and gently tossed the two women he was holding onto the mattress.
Gwen Stacy and Wanda rolled around on the bed like two startled little rabbits.
They glanced at each other, then quickly looked away, their faces as red as ripe apples.
Luca stood by the bed.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, casually tossed it on the ground, revealing sculpted, muscle-like lines.
"What are you two waiting for?"
Luca looked down at the two women and gave a wicked laugh.
"Weren't you all vying to serve me? Now that the stage is set up, let your performance begin."
Gwen Stacy and Wanda gritted their teeth in response to Luca's gaze.
They knew they couldn't escape it tonight.
If that's the case, then there's no need to be coy!
They are superheroes!!
We absolutely cannot admit defeat to Luca!
late at night.
New York, Hell's Kitchen.
This is a neighborhood soaked in crime and blood.
Even at two in the morning, the air was filled with the wailing of police sirens, the angry shouts of drunkards, and the faint sound of gunshots.
Matt Murdock walked with his cane down a dark, damp alley.
His steps appeared as steady as usual.
However, upon closer inspection, one will notice that the fingers gripping the cane are exerting some force.
He returned to the law firm.
Matt pushed open the door, but didn't turn on the light.
For a blind person, there is no difference between light and darkness.
He walked to the window, took off his sunglasses, and casually tossed them onto his desk.
Then, he slumped into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and sighed deeply.
Everything that happened tonight at the Justice League base felt like an unreal dream, tearing at his nerves.
Matt's superhuman senses allow him to see things that ordinary people cannot.
He could see the unusual bioelectric signals in Peter's body.
He could also see the murderous aura emanating from the two women dressed as maids.
However, none of this was enough to frighten him.
What truly confused him was Luca Stark.
Matt's super senses nearly collapsed when he stood in front of Luca.
In the world of perception, Luca Stark shines like the sun.
For a moment, Matt even felt an urge to kneel down and submit.
"That's too powerful..."
Matt muttered to himself.
"If he wanted to destroy New York, or the world... who could stop him?"
"Law? Morality? These things vanish in an instant before his power."
Besides the power, what pained Matt even more was what Luca said to him.
"Your principle of not killing is merely to satisfy your pathetic moral fastidiousness. And every act of leniency you show is laying the groundwork for your next crime!"
"No bail, no trial. For those who are beyond redemption, just send them to meet their God. That's the most efficient form of justice."
These words mercilessly reopened the deep wounds in Matt's heart.
As a devout Catholic and as a lawyer.
Matt has always been a firm believer in procedural justice.
I firmly believe that everyone should be tried in a courtroom, not have their life or death decided by a vigilante.
This is why, for ten years he wore a mask and fought criminals in the darkness of Hell's Kitchen, yet never killed them.
But what was the result?
Kingpin an underground emperor, and drug dealers were still selling death on the streets.
Those gangsters whose legs he broke and who were sent to prison were released on bail within a month.
Then, they retaliated even more vehemently against the civilians who accused them.
He was like Sisyphus pushing a boulder, struggling in this quagmire of sin, yet unable to change anything.
Am I wrong?
Matt gripped his hair tightly; his faith began to waver.
Tonight.
Matt could clearly see the bloodlust and fanaticism that erupted in Frank's eyes after he gained access to Stark Industries ' armory.
He knew it would happen early tomorrow morning.
No, perhaps it will be tonight.
Frank would then take those weapons and crush the Hell's Kitchen gang stronghold bit by bit.
There was no trial, no defense.
It was a one-sided Carnage.
Stark Industries, with its vast capital and unparalleled power, will legitimize all of this.
"If I refuse to join, if I try to stop them..."
Matt gave a wry smile.
Stop it? What can you use to stop it?
Try hitting Tony Stark, who's wearing Iron Man Armor, with this broken white cane?
Or should he go after Luca Stark, who could crush him with a single finger?
If he doesn't join, Hell's Kitchen will become Frank's slaughterhouse.
Although Matt hates criminals, he doesn't want to see his homeland turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
I had no other choice.
Matt looked up, and a hint of determination seemed to flash in his unfocused eyes in the darkness.
He walked to the desk and picked up the Stark Industries access card that Pepper had personally handed him.
"Perhaps Luca Stark is a madman with no bottom line. Perhaps his so-called justice is merely a means to expand Stark Industries ' territory."
"But if he can really eradicate the evils of Hell's Kitchen as he says..."
Matt gripped the black card tightly in his hand.
"Then I'm willing to become this madman's subordinate."
"I will stay with the Justice League. I will try to get those who can still be saved into jail before Frank shoots."
"I will try to pull him back when Luca Stark is about to destroy everything."
Even if... it will send me to hell.
The demons of Hell's Kitchen finally bowed their heads to capital and power that night.
He decided to wear the new helmet provided by Stark Industries, which features a built-in high-frequency sonar radar.
Then they prepared for the massive cleanup that was about to sweep through the entire New York underworld.