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The next morning, at the sixtieth floor of the Mechanical Head Building.
Here, Mechanical Head had built a safe house for himself, where everything from the room's glass to the furnishings inside was meticulously crafted from entirely Bulletproof materials.
Not only that, but outside the safe house, fully armed retired soldiers, experienced and carrying live ammunition, stood guard 24 hours a day.
Evidently, Mechanical Head, as the boss of New York's underworld, placed immense importance on his personal safety, spending hundreds of millions of dollars annually on security alone.
As Mechanical Head often said, "Not even a fly or a mosquito can fly into my safe house."
But today, an uninvited guest arrived.
"Listen, Isotope, we've closed another huge deal today!"
"This allowed me to successfully snatch another piece of meat from those old American families and make a killing."
"As for the remaining chores, just leave them to that good-for-nothing Titan, who has rocks for brains."
Mechanical Head chatted with Isotope as he walked towards his office, which also served as his safe house.
"Uh."
However, the moment Mechanical Head and Isotope stepped into the safe house, they both fell silent.
Sitting in what should have been Mechanical Head's seat was a man dressed in a black battle suit.
The man showed no reaction when Mechanical Head and Isotope entered the safe house; instead, he continued to silently flip through Mechanical Head's ledger, which was usually kept in his safe.
"Damn it."
Seeing this, Mechanical Head subconsciously glanced at his safe, the one rumored to be impenetrable even by an RPG. Its door was now silently missing.
"Hey, kid!"
"Whoever you are, put down what's in your hands immediately and get out of my seat."
Mechanical Head's gaze was fixed on his ledger, and his voice, for once, carried a hint of nervousness.
"Mechanical Head and Isotope, right?"
After Mechanical Head spoke, the man, who had been looking down, finally reacted. He casually tossed the ledger in his hand to a corner of the table and slowly raised his head.
"Uh."
When Mechanical Head and Isotope clearly saw the man's face, they were both stunned. They swore they had never seen this man before.
But the striking 'S' on the chest of the man's battle suit still made Mechanical Head and Isotope associate him with a big problem.
"Damn it, Superman?!"
Isotope was directly startled by the prominent 'S' on the man's chest. He instinctively intended to teleport himself away.
"Isotope, wait."
"I've seen Superman; he doesn't look like this."
"This is a fake."
Mechanical Head naturally understood Isotope's temperament. He first turned around and gently appeased Isotope, telling him not to always think of running away at the slightest danger.
Then, Mechanical Head turned back to face the man who resembled Superman and said in a deep voice, "Kid, don't think we're afraid of you just because you're cosplaying as Superman! Do you know who we are? We are the Mafia, the kind who kill without batting an eye."
"Buzz!"
The moment Mechanical Head's words fell, time in the entire room seemed to pause, like a video that had been put on hold.
In this world, where time seemed to have stopped, the Black-Clothed Superman, who had occupied Mechanical Head's seat, slowly stood up, then quickly walked in front of Mechanical Head and Isotope.
The moment the Black-Clothed Superman reached Mechanical Head and Isotope, time in this world, which seemed to have been paused, began to move forward again.
"Damn it!"
"This is the real deal."
Suddenly, from Mechanical Head and Isotope's perspective, the Black-Clothed Superman seemed to have used instant transmission, appearing in front of them from behind a table several meters away before they could react.
Seeing this, Mechanical Head turned to Isotope beside him and screamed, "What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and run!"
"Whoosh!"
The moment Mechanical Head's words fell, the two immediately vanished from the safe house.
"Heh heh."
In response, this Superman in black, which was Eden, merely shook his head disdainfully. He had deliberately let Mechanical Head and Isotope escape, intending to give them a warning.
As Mechanical Head and Isotope fled, Eden's super senses, long dormant, were unleashed and gradually maximized, instantly locking onto the constantly teleporting Mechanical Head and Isotope.
Fifty kilometers away.
Next to a highway service area, which was Mechanical Head's second safe house.
"Damn it."
"I don't remember doing anything to offend Superman!"
"You know, Isotope, I've always been careful and cautious in my dealings, usually operating in the gray areas, but I've never truly gone completely dark. I'm not like those murderers, Dr. Earthquake."
Mechanical Head felt his adrenaline surge. He sought validation and security from Isotope beside him.
Unfortunately, Isotope ignored Mechanical Head and remained silent, lost in his own thoughts.
"Hey, Isotope!"
"At least say something!"
"Has Superman scared you senseless?"
Seeing this, Mechanical Head couldn't help but pat Isotope's shoulder and question him.
"Boss."
"It looks like we're going to have to admit defeat today."
In response, Isotope stared straight ahead, his eyes filled with helplessness and worry, answering Mechanical Head's question distractedly.
"Surely Superman can't chase us all the way here, can he?"
Mechanical Head said this, angrily looking up, and then fell silent.
The Black-Robed Superman was leaning against pump number 88 at the gas station, silently drinking a cup of coffee.
Clearly, Eden had been waiting for the two of them here for a long time.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you."
"If I really wanted to kill you, you would have been dead back at the building!"
"Believe me, in front of me, you and Isotope wouldn't even have a chance to escape."
Eden looked at Mechanical Head and Isotope and asked calmly.
"What's the point of running now?"
Mechanical Head and Isotope exchanged glances, then shook their heads.
"Speak, the famous Superman, who specifically changed clothes and disguised himself, and even spent ten minutes playing cat and mouse with me, what exactly do you want to talk about?"
Mechanical Head finally understood that the Superman in front of him didn't seem to intend to kill him, but genuinely wanted to talk.
With Superman's abilities, if he truly wanted to kill him or send him to prison, it would be a matter of a single encounter.
And so.
Ten minutes later.
Sixtieth floor of the Mechanical Head Building.
"Your tea, sir."
Isotope gently placed the brewed tea in front of Eden and Mechanical Head, and then, understandingly, dismissed all the bodyguards outside, ensuring that the conversation between Eden and Mechanical Head today would absolutely not be overheard by a fourth person.
"Can you tell me now why you sought me out?"
Mechanical Head rubbed his somewhat restless hands and asked Eden.
"I remember you're a member of the Knights Order, aren't you?"
Eden looked at Mechanical Head and asked.
"Yes."
"Could it be that a member of the Knights Order offended you somewhere?"
"Damn it, those damned idiots."
"Whoever offended you, tell me their name, and I guarantee they won't see tomorrow's sun."
Mechanical Head immediately declared.
"I told you, don't be nervous."
"I'm not here to cause you trouble."
Eden smiled, telling Mechanical Head not to be nervous, and calmly stated his purpose for this visit: "Actually, I'm here to integrate you!"
"Mechanical Head, help me gather all the leaders of your Knights Order. The underworld needs a new order, and you also need a new boss."
Eden looked at Mechanical Head and said softly.
"Damn it."
"Superman isn't being a superhero anymore; he wants to be a Mafia boss?!"
After Mechanical Head heard Eden's words and confirmed that Eden wasn't joking, he completely lost it. Even his brain, comparable to a supercomputer, was smoking from the calculations due to the current situation.
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