"I'm awake now. I've realized I can contribute far more to the world than manufacturing weapons."
"Therefore, I've decided to shut down Stark Industries' weapons division, effective immediately."
"Until I find a new direction for the company—one aligned with the nation's highest interests…"
On the TV, Tony Stark's declaration blasted through the speakers, shocking everyone both in the hall and watching from afar.
Stark Industries had been built on weapons.This wasn't cutting off an arm—it was slicing away the company's entire existence.
The hardest hit were the shareholders.
Ever since the news of Tony's disappearance in the Middle East broke, Stark Industries' stock price had been freefalling. Shareholders had been hanging by a thread, praying for Tony's safe return.
Now that he was back, they realized something:
Maybe it would've been better if he hadn't come back at all.
"Tony Stark, you son of—! Give us our money back!"
"How can he do this?!"
"Expecting the stock to rise now? Yeah, good luck!"
"It's over. I bought in the moment he returned. Forget it—I'm going to reserve a spot on the rooftop. If I'm late, there won't be any space left."
"…"
In a crowded restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, wails and curses echoed nonstop.
Stockholders glared at Tony on the TV like he personally strangled their bank accounts.
Daniel sat in a corner, watching all this with interest.
He had to admit—the NPC realism in this world was wild.That curly-haired fatty in the front looked as if Tony had cheated on him. He cursed nonstop, hands flailing, accidentally knocking over a cup on the table.
The blind man next to him calmly reached out and caught the falling cup midair.
Daniel blinked.
A blind man… caught that?
He immediately pointed at the sunglasses-wearing man and shouted, "System! Bug detected! How is a blind man catching things he can't see?!"
[Ding. No anomaly detected.]
The blind man seemed to hear him. He quietly set the cup back down.
Daniel narrowed his eyes.
Not simple.Definitely not simple.
He grabbed his untouched meal tray, stood up, and walked over, dropping himself into the empty seat across from the two men.
The curly-haired fatty blinked at him."Uh… can we help you?"
Daniel smiled brightly. "Nothing much. Just wanted to get to know you."
"…But we don't know you," Foggy said hesitantly.
"Two hundred dollars for the acquaintance fee."
"You picked the right guys! Matt and I love making friends!" Foggy instantly declared, slapping on a big friendly smile.
He pushed over a business card."I'm Foggy Nelson, this is Matt Murdock. Nelson & Murdock Attorneys at Law. If you ever need legal services, come find us—our prices are amazing!"
Daniel pocketed the card. "Nice. Actually, I do have a legal question."
Foggy puffed up proudly. "Ask! We're professionals."
Daniel leaned in seriously."If a pregnant woman gets into a fight with someone… is that considered a gang fight?"
Foggy: "…"
Matt: "…"
Foggy's brain visibly froze. After a moment of struggle:
"Uh… legally speaking, a brawl requires at least three people, so—"
"What if she's carrying twins?"
Foggy's soul left his body.
Daniel sighed and turned to the blind man."You blind?"
Matt remained calm. "Yes. An accident when I was young. And please don't touch my pocket. Even without sight, I can still sense it."
Daniel hurriedly pulled his hand back."Hahaha, kidding, kidding."
No, this guy was absolutely not normal.
Daniel's Stealth stat was nearly maxed out—an ordinary person would never detect him.Yet this blind man sensed him instantly.
Hidden NPC confirmed. Possibly linked to a special questline.
Matt suddenly asked, "You're not from around here. Why come to Hell's Kitchen?"
A hint of scrutiny hid under his calm tone.
Understandable—Hell's Kitchen had the highest crime rate in the U.S. Even the police tread lightly here.No ordinary person wandered in voluntarily.
"I'm looking for someone," Daniel replied plainly.
"Who?"
"Code name Iron Head. Something like Harro?"
Foggy scratched his head. "Iron Head? Never heard of him."
Matt's brow furrowed behind his sunglasses.
"Do you mean Joseph Harrow?"
Daniel slapped the table. "Yes! That's the one! Know him?"
"Not personally. But I've heard of him." Matt straightened slightly."He's the biggest boss of the Magia gang. They call him Hammerhead. Rumor says he's basically undead—impervious to bullets or blades. A very dangerous man. Why are you looking for him?"
"Sort of a mission," Daniel answered vaguely.
He glanced at the clock and stood up."Oops, time's up. Gotta run! I'll chat with you two another day."
He strode out of the restaurant before the two could react.
Matt listened to his fading footsteps, fingers rubbing his cane thoughtfully.
"Matt! Matt!" Foggy suddenly panicked.
"What?"
"That guy didn't pay for his meal! Chase him!"
Matt: "…"