When Little Pepper returned to the villa, Lin Feng had already left.
Tony did not ask too many questions, merely gained a basic understanding of Lin Feng's abilities and expressed a desire to test them another day, finding Lin Feng's powers extremely curious.
As Tony still had some follow-up work to do, Lin Feng departed ahead of him.
At this moment, Lin Feng was soaring through the night sky as if he were playing, sometimes flying in an S-shape, other times in a B-shape, utterly delighted.
Flight ability was truly excellent! Anyone who used it would know.
Lin Feng flew everywhere without a second thought about being detected by radar.
The reason Tony was picked up by radar was because the suit he wore was essentially a large, flying metal egg.
Lin Feng was different; radar generally only detected objects that reflected radar waves.
Even if he were detected, Lin Feng wouldn't worry.
Having become Superman, should he still live cautiously and furtively? Lin Feng felt he couldn't do that. After all, he was only in his twenties, still young at heart.
Lin Feng's current mindset seemed no different from Tony Stark's when he first flew into the sky.
As Lin Feng flew, he used his super-hearing to cover the entire city of New York, listening everywhere.
He recalled stories from his past life where protagonists were constantly saving people. Now, possessing sufficient abilities, Lin Feng wanted to experience what it felt like to be a hero.
Moreover, having dealt with Obadiah with just one punch, Lin Feng hadn't felt the slightest bit satisfied; it hadn't even qualified as a warm-up.
With the enhancement of his super-hearing, the cacophony of sounds from all over New York surged into Lin Feng's ears.
Huh? Tony was flirting with Little Pepper? Disgusting... why was he hearing this?
*Da da da!*
There was also the sound of gunfire, seeming to come from Hell's Kitchen. As expected of the land of the free.
Good heavens, domestic violence? Lin Feng listened with interest.
Hmm... it was the woman hitting the man... Old man, you're too pathetic. Lin Feng clicked his tongue.
It wasn't convenient to interfere in other people's family matters... He listened on.
Like a radio, Lin Feng continuously collected sound information.
After listening for a long time, he hadn't found anyone who needed his help.
Lin Feng was about to give up and go home to sleep when, finally, a scream pierced his ears.
"Help me!"
Lin Feng's body jolted. Here it was.
Following the sound, his super-vision penetrated several buildings, quickly locating the source of the cry.
Good heavens, Lin Feng exclaimed. About three to four kilometers away, on a quiet side street, four or five members of the Purple Man Gang surrounded and cornered a young blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman, who was holding a camera.
He had actually encountered this kind of situation! Lin Feng clicked his tongue and swooped down directly towards them. On the way, he remembered to call upon the system to change into a black Superman suit; he liked that color.
His flight speed was incredibly fast; the three-kilometer distance was covered in the blink of an eye.
"Please, let me go!" the young woman pleaded softly, her voice filled with panic. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.
Who knew she had impulsively run into Hell's Kitchen to collect evidence of the Purple Man Gang's transactions?
"Little girl, you filmed something you shouldn't have! And you want to see tomorrow's sun?"
"How naive! I've been operating in New York for so long, and this is the first time I've seen a reporter dare to go to Hell's Kitchen!"
"Unfortunately, miss, the boss said you won't see tomorrow's sun."
"But don't worry, before we deal with you, you'll go to heaven in another way. Believe me!"
The Purple Man Gang members leered as they slowly approached the young woman. They weren't in a hurry, savoring the process of intimidation.
Forced to retreat, the young woman gritted her teeth and raised the camera in her hand, as if intending to use it as a weapon.
This action elicited more laughter from the Purple Man Gang members.
Watching the arrogant Purple Man Gang members draw nearer, just as the young woman felt her end was nigh, a voice sounded from above them.
"What's so funny on this late night? Invite me along, won't you?"
Huh? The group looked up in confusion, their pupils constricting sharply.
In mid-air, a man clad in a black, form-fitting suit of armor was hovering, a large 'S' insignia on his chest.
Seeing their gazes focused on him, Lin Feng performed a Tony-esque landing, blocking the young woman.
Excellent, he hadn't damaged the ground this time. His vanity was greatly satisfied.
Lin Feng was pleased.
"Speak up, are you having a party tonight? Include me!"
"Buddy! Mutants don't control Hell's Kitchen. You'd better leave quickly!"
Seeing Lin Feng descend from the sky, the Purple Man Gang members clearly mistook him for a mutant. They looked somewhat uneasy, feigning ferocity. One of the thugs even drew a handgun and aimed it at Lin Feng.
With a gun in his hand, the thug felt a surge of confidence.
"I'm not a mutant," Lin Feng said with a dismissive scoff, looking at the gun in the thug's hand. He provocatively added, "Is that all? A little handgun."
As he spoke, he leaned his head forward, pointing towards his forehead.
"Here! Shoot here!"
Rocket launchers only tickled him. Who was this little firecracker insulting?
"You asked for it! Keep your eyes open in your next life!" the Purple Man Gang thug shouted.
*Bang!*
A gunshot rang out. The bullet accurately hit Lin Feng's forehead and then turned into a metal pellet that fell to the ground.
The scene instantly fell silent, the only sound being that of the bullet hitting the ground.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
The disbelieving thug fired several more shots. Unsurprisingly, Lin Feng was unharmed.
"Damn it, you're a monster!" Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the Purple Man Gang members turned to flee.
But could they outrun Lin Feng? Lin Feng rushed forward and delivered a slap to each of them, knocking them all unconscious on the ground.
Pathetically weak, Lin Feng mused.
Though the Man of Steel was great, he found no worthy opponents. The loneliness of the expert, oh, the loneliness!
After dealing with the Purple Man Gang members and delivering a somber monologue, Lin Feng turned to look. The protagonist of tonight's events seemed to have not yet recovered.
"Hi! Miss, are you alright?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.
"I'm fine, I'm fine! Thank you for saving me, sir." The young woman, seeing that the threat was gone, relaxed and couldn't help but pat her chest to catch her breath.
She let out a long sigh, her mind conjuring up the heroic rescue of a damsel in distress that she had only read about in novels from her middle school days. Wasn't this precisely that scenario? Fate was indeed peculiar. Perhaps she could write about it in her reporter's notes?
A young female reporter threatened by the Purple Man Gang, a handsome stranger lending a helping hand. This was the kind of news young girls loved to read! She'd have to add some spice to make it explosive enough.
If Lin Feng had known what she was thinking, he would have surely teased her about being a workaholic with a carefree attitude. One moment she was about to be sent to heaven, and the next she was lost in thought.
Seeing the young woman silent for a while, Lin Feng assumed she hadn't recovered yet. He waved his hand and said, "Since you're fine, you should head home soon. It's not safe for a beautiful woman to be walking alone on the street this late at night."
With that, Lin Feng prepared to fly away. Despite possessing super endurance, Lin Feng still felt it wasn't wise to abandon his previous routine. Now, he wanted to go home, eat a good meal, and then get a good night's sleep!
After all, for Lin Feng, eating and sleeping were not just about rest, but more of an enjoyment.
"Oh, wait! Sir!" the young woman called out to Lin Feng.
"Is there something else?"
"Um... could I possibly stay at your place for the night?" the young woman began. As soon as she spoke, her pretty face flushed. She had also noticed the awkward implication of her request.
"No, it's not what you're thinking."
"I photographed the evidence of their transactions, and I was discovered. My current residence is definitely not safe, so I wanted to..."
Seeing Lin Feng's increasingly strange expression, the young woman pointed to the camera hanging around her neck and hurriedly explained.
The photos she took contained too much sensitive information. If she returned, she wouldn't survive the night safely.
At this moment, she deeply regretted her impulsive decision to venture into the shady underworld of Hell's Kitchen and provoke these troublesome individuals.
Lin Feng clicked his tongue, appearing somewhat speechless. Well, after saving someone, he had to become a nanny?
Quite troublesome.
However, Lin Feng felt that since he had encountered her, he should help if he could. It would be a shame for such a beautiful reporter to be destroyed by the Purple Man Gang.
For the sake of beauty, he would grant her request!
"Alright, I agree to let you stay for one night!"
Under the woman's expectant gaze, Lin Feng agreed. Then, to the woman's further astonishment, Lin Feng scooped her up by the waist and soared into the sky.