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"It’s Ghost Rider!"

Zhou Cheng cried out, "Wasn’t he in Los Angeles? What’s he doing in New York?"

"Ghost Rider?" Madame Gao frowned.

Though she had lived for over a thousand years and had never seen Ghost Rider in person, she had heard many legends about him.

Those people who made deals with devils still existed in this world? Which one was this?

"Kill him."

Without hesitation, Madame Gao ordered her men to open fire, then turned and left.

Legend said Ghost Rider possessed an immortal body and could not be killed by conventional means.

Defeating someone and killing them were two different things.

"Qi" was not a conventional means, but she did not believe she had the ability to kill an existence of this level. Even the Jade Emperor and Lei Gong, K’un-Lun’s strongest, might not be able to do it. Only history’s most powerful "Immortal Weapons" might stand a chance, such as Wu Fengji, the Iron Fist who had defeated the Phoenix Force Shard.

Since he could not be killed, there was no reason to keep fighting.

This was New York. Too much commotion would draw the attention of the police and relevant authorities. She had people in the police department, but if things got too big, it would still be difficult to handle.

There was more than one drug factory anyway. She could simply abandon this one.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Gunfire rang out without pause. Zhou Cheng and more than a dozen men surrounded Robbie, yet he remained completely unharmed.

Hellfire filled his eyes, and his entire head had long since become a flaming skull. Transforming into Ghost Rider was the best disguise; no one could recognize his true identity. He had not even driven his Dodge Charger for this operation, precisely because he feared exposing himself.

Small-caliber pistols had limited power and could not even inflict any effective damage on him.

Robbie swept his gaze across everyone and instantly locked onto the fleeing Madame Gao.

Whoosh!

He abruptly swung his chain.

The chain wreathed in Hellfire wrapped around the nearest person. Hellfire engulfed him; he screamed in agony and rolled wildly across the floor. In the blink of an eye, he became a pile of charred remains. Even his pistol melted. The power of Hellfire startled Madame Gao as she fled.

Sufficiently powerful inner energy could melt steel as well, but even she would find that difficult.

Ghost Rider was not someone she could deal with. Madame Gao quickened her pace.

Whoosh!

The chain danced through the air like a spiritual snake, shooting toward Madame Gao at astonishing speed.

Without even turning her head, Madame Gao struck backward with her palm.

Inner energy surged forth, becoming invisible palm force that knocked the chain away.

By the standards of the martial arts novels popular over the past few decades, Madame Gao was at least a first-rate master. Taking objects from afar was nothing to her.

Having blocked the enemy’s attack, Madame Gao paused and was slightly stunned.

Ghost Rider seemed far weaker than she had imagined.

The ones she remembered were absolutely beyond her ability to fight, but this one was clearly much weaker than them.

Maybe I can defeat him?

The thought lasted only three seconds before Madame Gao discarded it.

What would defeating him accomplish? Ghost Rider was immortal.

As long as she could not kill him, there was no point in fighting.

Having lived for more than a thousand years, she had grown increasingly afraid of death. She had always been cautious; if she could avoid fighting, she would. Nothing mattered more than her life.

Seeing Madame Gao escape, Robbie panicked and charged after her.

Then, suddenly—

Madame Gao shouted, "The troublemaker is here! Catch him!"

At those words, the blind people who had already stopped fighting began feeling their way toward Robbie, surrounding him.

Their faces were expressionless, as though they were not people at all, but robots obeying commands.

In only a few seconds, Robbie was trapped in an encirclement.

"Kill them, kill them!" the Spirit of Vengeance kept urging him from within.

Robbie did not waver.

Madame Gao and her men were guilty—guilty enough to die. But these blind people knew nothing. They were brainwashed puppets, pitiful victims. He could not slaughter innocents. That was his bottom line.

Otherwise, what difference was there between him and Madame Gao?

He was a vigilante, not a villain!

By the time he finally broke free of the blind people’s blockade, Madame Gao and her men had already vanished.

He hurried after them.

Then a gunshot rang out, and the stacked oil drums nearby exploded.

Flames blazed fiercely.

Every blind person in the factory, as well as even the nearby residents, now faced the threat of fire.

Hearing the blind people’s screams and seeing some already touched by the flames, Robbie hesitated for two seconds. Then he wrapped the chain around himself and rushed toward them.

He could not simply stand by and watch.

At the same time.

Azeroth Specialties Shop.

At the cash register, Skye stared at the surveillance footage on her laptop while constantly making calls.

"Wang, Madame Gao is fleeing south… She’s talking with the Triads and plans to fly back to Hong Kong. I’m sending you her location."

"Agent Romanoff, this is Skye. I have some good news for you. One of Madame Gao’s drug factories is on fire, and over a thousand people are in danger… What? This isn’t S.H.I.E.L.D.’s jurisdiction? Fine, I’ll notify the local police."

"Surely you handle Madame Gao and the Hand, right? I’ll send you the location."

"Wang? He said he was sleeping, and that he dreamed about Egghead…"

"…"

"Robbie, the police and firefighters will arrive within fifteen minutes. You should leave. Don’t worry about Madame Gao; I’ve erased the surveillance footage, so you don’t need to worry about being discovered. What, someone took pictures? A little boy? Let me check… Peter Parker, an elementary school student. His family is not well-off, and he likes photography, but he can’t afford a good camera. The resolution is poor, and the photos are blurry. Don’t worry."

"There were witnesses too? Robbie, Wang is right. You need a combat suit, one that hides every identifying feature, like Captain America’s!"

At a café.

Black Widow was having coffee with Hawkeye when she suddenly received a call from Skye. She looked up at Hawkeye, her face full of helplessness. "Clint, we have work to do."

Somewhere in Hell’s Kitchen.

Madame Gao led over a dozen subordinates in a frantic retreat, furious inside.

"Damn it, why did Ghost Rider come after me? I have no grudge against him!"

Of course, she knew Ghost Rider had always liked targeting criminals. Someone like her, whose hands were stained with countless lives, would certainly not be spared if he encountered her.

Killing her was far more worthwhile than killing a thousand gangsters!

The problem was that she had only heard a few days ago that Ghost Rider had appeared in Los Angeles and even exposed Hydra, which had been lurking there for over sixty years.

Why had he come to New York?

Could he be here on vacation?

"Hurry up, to the airport!" Madame Gao ordered.

The group headed out.

This was a basement, with goods piled everywhere. Their vehicles were parked outside.

They would reach them in a minute at most.

Suddenly, a series of muffled groans rang out.

Then came one body after another hitting the ground.

Madame Gao froze. She slowly turned around stiffly and saw more than a dozen of her men lying on the ground. Only Zhou Cheng remained at her side, breathing heavily and looking extremely nervous.

A slightly plump masked man stood five meters away, empty-handed.

His entire body radiated laziness, with none of the bearing of a martial arts master.

"Madame Gao."

The masked man’s voice was slightly aged, as though it had come from ancient times. He spoke pure Chinese with the flavor of the Central Plains official dialect. "I finally found you."

Sensing the same aura, the same power, and hearing the same language, Madame Gao’s entire body tensed. She had not felt this nervous in decades. "Who are you?"

"I’m the person you least wanted to see."

The masked man raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist. Green inner energy swirled around it. "K’un-Lun’s Iron Fist!"

I saw someone in the comments asking why the protagonist did not make money through World of Warcraft professions.

The protagonist only spent ten years in World of Warcraft. He had to train martial arts and stir up trouble, fighting all the way from Azeroth to Outland and Argus. Where would he have found the time to learn professions? Even a ridiculously overpowered protagonist had to have limits. He was not some player character who could take on the heavens and earth, defeat Titans, yet lose to a boar.

Besides, the protagonist wanted to be a boss. There was no need for him to research things himself. Bringing over things from World of Warcraft and letting his underlings study them—that was the proper way to make money.