Heisenberg paid no attention to how the Ancient One and the Dragon King communicated.
Because no matter how they communicated, as long as Daniel Rand didn't reclaim the Iron Fist's power, Heisenberg didn't care.
He didn't mind dealing with the consequences of any decision he made.
Perhaps he was indeed lazy, laid-back, carefree, and spontaneous.
Overall, while he disliked trouble, it was only trouble that he feared.
However, considering the Ancient One's personal involvement, coupled with the fact that many in Kun-Lun were already dissatisfied with a foreigner holding the Iron Fist…
It seemed Heisenberg would never live to see the day Daniel reclaimed the Iron Fist's power.
As for the scene at the park, some of the spectators were startled by Heisenberg's actions.
Loki, for instance, asked in confusion,
"What just happened…?"
"That guy? Just some clueless kid who doesn't know his place," Heisenberg replied casually.
Loki immediately dropped the question, and the nearby media crews unanimously decided to cut that segment entirely.
The spectators collectively sucked in a breath, then returned their attention to the game.
Just days ago, most of them hadn't even seen Heisenberg in person.
They didn't know if the rumors about him on the streets were true.
But after what just happened…
They exchanged glances, each looking at the other.
They could only spare a moment to pray for that poor young man, then make sure not to provoke the Boss themselves…
Meanwhile, those focused on the game hadn't noticed the brief interruption.
So Luke Cage, the Power Man, didn't immediately step forward to voice his dissatisfaction.
But even if he didn't, would Heisenberg let him off the hook?
Heisenberg furrowed his brow, scrutinizing Luke Cage as he clashed repeatedly with Volstagg, then casually waved at Bullseye in the distance.
Bullseye immediately let go of the model he was with and jogged over to Heisenberg.
When he arrived, Heisenberg pointed at Luke Cage and whispered,
"That black guy—I don't want to see him again!"
"Got it, Boss. I'll make him disappear tonight!"
Bullseye's response was unusually straightforward, prompting Heisenberg to shake his head slightly.
He waved Bullseye closer and explained softly, "He's actually a decent guy. Fabricate a distant relative overseas, give him a modest inheritance, and send him out of the country."
"Ah, I see. No worries, Boss!"
Bullseye nodded even more decisively. They'd done this kind of thing far too often.
In the past three months, over twenty people in New York had been sent abroad by Bullseye in this manner.
Otherwise, how could the Nuke Gang's operations and Daredevil's rise have been so smooth?
Seeing Bullseye take it to heart, Heisenberg nodded and waved him off to return to his business.
Bullseye turned and left, returning to the model he'd been with.
This time, though he still caressed the model's hand, his eyes were fixed on Luke Cage, cold and calculating.
As for what Luke Cage had done wrong?
If Heisenberg hadn't intervened, he would've become Jessica's boyfriend!
Wasn't that reason enough?!
Even just thinking about it made Heisenberg want to take him out directly, but alas, he was too kind-hearted!
Sighing softly, Heisenberg waved at Jessica, who had just collided with Sif.
In exchange for Jessica's smile and Sif's displeasure, Heisenberg left the basketball court area.
As he walked, a group of people approached him.
Heisenberg glanced at them—ah, these faces were all too familiar.
Who were the basketball legends of 2012?
Every single one of them was standing right in front of Heisenberg.
Leading the group, Jordan extended his hand. Heisenberg nodded and shook it lightly.
Then he bypassed Jordan and casually patted Kobe's shoulder.
"Why just watch them play? Why not go up and test your skills against the Asgardians?"
"Well…"
Kobe hesitated, his stern face flickering with a hint of excitement.
He quickly added,
"I've been teaching your warriors to play basketball these past few days, and they just learned today.
We pros don't need to compete with them for fun.
Besides, the physical gap is too big… the scene would probably be embarrassing…"
"Fair point. Forget it then.
Oh, I just remembered—I need to give you some advice!"
Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction, then said seriously to Kobe,
"If you trust me and are willing to respect my opinion,
remember this: from now on, don't board any aircraft, Bryant!"
"Huh?!" Kobe was stunned but quickly nodded, "Yes, sir!"
"Mm-hmm." Heisenberg smiled.
Next, Heisenberg chatted with the active stars and enthusiastic basketball legends for a while, then moved past them toward the main banquet area.
Even from over 800 meters away, the cacophony of voices sounded like a tidal wave.
New Yorkers and Asgardians had long forgotten their identities, now mingling freely.
Whether so-called upper-class, lower-class, or middle-class,
no one dared act superior in front of aliens, right?
Whenever Heisenberg passed a long table, he'd chat with those seated there.
Every time, without fail.
While countless people felt excited and honored, Heisenberg also drew immeasurable joy and satisfaction from them.
"Mr. Heisenberg, Mr. Heisenberg, there's a little friend here you know!"
From afar, Heisenberg, accepting toasts from New Yorkers, heard a loud shout.
He downed his drink, then, like an Asgardian, casually smashed the cup before turning toward the voice.
In the distance, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary but exceptionally clean and tidy clothes.
Following the man's gaze, Heisenberg spotted a little kid gnawing on a steak.
"Ah ha, Peter!"
Heisenberg smiled, then left the toasters to approach the young Spider-Man.
Before he arrived, a dozen people at the table stood up to give Heisenberg their seats.
Heisenberg sat beside Peter, patting those who had given up their seats.
"Thanks, buddy."
"Ha, no need to thank me! You're too kind. My son was helped by your men to quit drugs. He's now working in a factory, transformed from a junkie into a hardworking young man. I can't thank you enough!"
The man expressed his gratitude excitedly, then tremblingly sat on the nearby grass.
Heisenberg could tell this was a genuinely good person—even after giving up his seat, he didn't try to take someone else's.
He mentally noted this man. Good people deserve good rewards. If God won't provide, then Heisenberg would.
Meanwhile, Peter was stunned, biting his steak in confusion. Uncle Ben's actions were too sudden, and Heisenberg's response even more so!
Looking at his tablemates, Peter's vanity skyrocketed. This was Superman, Heisenberg!
And not only did he have his autograph, but the man himself was calling his name!
Splat!
The excited Peter dove into Heisenberg's arms, leaving grease stains on his divine attire, prompting Uncle Ben to offer an apologetic smile.
Heisenberg didn't mind Peter's actions; instead, he was delighted to be loved by children!
Because if kids liked him, it meant their parents did too.
Otherwise, a child's pure affection could easily be swayed by adult judgment.
Heisenberg ruffled Peter's hair.
"No school today, kiddo?"
Hearing his idol's question, Peter sat up from Heisenberg's lap, struggling to swallow the meat in his mouth.
He quickly shook his head.
"Mr. Heisenberg, all of New York had no school yesterday. The teachers thought nothing was more educational than meeting aliens face-to-face!"
"Haha, alright then. Those teachers were bold, but they're absolutely right. Earthlings' horizons must broaden, and our perspectives need to expand—even more so!"
Laughing, Heisenberg ruffled Peter's hair again.
"I don't know if you skip class, but if you still consider me your idol,
always respect knowledge. You can achieve far more than you imagine. I can see your potential, kid!"
"Yeah, I will! I'm going to Harvard, so my scholarship can save Uncle Ben and Aunt May a lot of money!"
Hearing this, Uncle Ben chuckled bitterly and shook his head. Heisenberg smiled at him.
"Well, bringing this up in such a setting is embarrassing for us adults.
But he's a good kid. His future will fulfill every expectation you have for him. Trust me!"
"Of course. I've always believed in him. Peter's the best!"
Uncle Ben nodded at Heisenberg, smiling as he ruffled Peter's hair.
Heisenberg seized the moment to ask Uncle Ben,
"By the way, where are you working these days?"
"Uh, nothing to hide. I'm currently a delivery driver for KFC on 306th Street in Queens."
"That's a shame. Honestly, I've run into some trouble lately, Ben.
One of my supermarkets in Brooklyn needs a suitable manager with enough life experience.
It's been bothering me, because not everyone is trustworthy.
You're someone I trust, but you already have a job.
So I must ask: could you manage my supermarket? It needs you, and so do I!"
"What…?!"
Uncle Ben's eyes blurred with shock. He stared at Heisenberg, then at Peter, filled with emotion.
After a moment, he nodded gratefully.
"Thank you, sir. Though I have no experience in this, I'll ensure the supermarket loses nothing!"
"That's perfect, friend. My supermarket is honored to have someone like you managing it. You deserve a better life."
Saying this, Heisenberg turned to the man on the nearby grass.
"And you, sir—would you help share Uncle Ben's burden?"
"Me…?!"
The man was stunned, trembling for a while before nodding gratefully.
"I don't know, but… I'll try, sir!"
"Hmm, that's all I ask. Because some of my requests can only be fulfilled by people like you."
At this, Heisenberg extended his right hand, shaking Uncle Ben's lightly.
"Let me explain my supermarket expectations, Manager!
I don't need improved performance. I just need you to regularly donate items—food, clothing—that are still usable but have been on the shelves a while, to those who truly need them.
I trust you know better than I or my men who truly needs them!"
"Absolutely!!!"
If the job offer had merely felt like a gift to Uncle Ben, Heisenberg's current request truly warmed his heart!
He tightly gripped Heisenberg's hand, shaking it vigorously.
Heisenberg smiled, soothing Uncle Ben, then finally ruffled Peter's hair.
Feeling the large hand on his head, Peter excitedly asked Heisenberg,
"Superman, can I become a hero like you someday?"
Hearing this, Heisenberg looked surprised, patting Peter's head.
"Why become me? Just be yourself.
Trust me, listen to your uncle and aunt, do everything you should, and you'll become a hero—your own kind of hero!"
As he spoke, Hill approached from somewhere.
She joined in ruffling Peter's hair, then leaned into Heisenberg's ear, whispering,
"Someone wants to see you. It's a Skrull!"