William hid behind a pile of tires, his heart pounding.
The sound almost deafened him, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
He was contemplating how to make a friendly yet professional initial contact.
The allure of sales performance buzzed in his ears like the whispers of a imp.
Just as he took a deep breath, preparing to move his leaden legs, a cold voice spoke without warning.
"Whoever is hiding there, come out."
William froze, almost biting his tongue.
He could even feel his stomach clench violently from the tension.
He'd been discovered!
His supposedly stealthy movements just now had clearly been within the other party's control.
This Mr.'s perception ability, isn't it even more outrageous than Spider-Man's Spider-Sense?
William forced a professional smile onto his face, one that looked worse than crying, and with a hint of stiffness, slowly straightened up from behind the pile of tires.
He raised both hands, signaling he was unarmed, wishing he could even throw his briefcase far away.
"Uh, Mr. Knight, a misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding! I'm just an ordinary passerby who, by chance, by a very fortunate chance, witnessed your heroic and valiant attitude in subduing the enemy. It's truly... breathtaking!"
As he spoke, he cautiously took two steps forward, trying to appear more like a harmless fan than some suspicious stalker.
Moon Knight turned around, his gaze, like a tangible entity, fell upon William, so sharp it seemed to pierce through his internal organs, seeing the heart that beat fervently for sales performance.
"It's you."
William's heart sank abruptly, then lifted slightly the next second because of the other party's words.
It was "you."
Not "who are you" or "what do you want."
This meant the other party still remembered him.
"Uh, Mr. Knight, good evening."
William tried to make his voice sound calm and collected, even adding a touch of familiarity as if encountering an acquaintance.
"Last time... last time in the alley, thank you for saving me. I haven't had a chance to properly thank you."
He cautiously lowered one hand and pointed to his neck, where the Vampire's hand had once left terrifying bruises.
"If you hadn't appeared in time, I might have already made an 'outstanding contribution' to New York's underground ecosystem."
Moon Knight didn't respond to his humor; his gaze only seemed to grow colder.
"You are the first person who dared to chase me to sell insurance."
His words carried no discernible sarcasm, only a simple statement.
Yet, they made William's scalp tingle slightly, and a chill crawled up his spine.
Sure enough, his "passionate sales pitch" last time had left a deep impression on this Mr.
"Occupational habit, occupational habit."
William chuckled dryly, slowly lowering his other hand, but still maintaining a relatively safe distance.
"After all, a great hero like you faces various unknown risks every day. Comprehensive protection can make you more... worry-free on the path of upholding justice."
Ding! Detecting customer "Moon Knight's" current status: mild fatigue, multiple minor damages to his battle suit (new scratches on the right arm armor, cape edge torn about 2cm), mental state... still complex and fluctuating.
System suggested plan C (indirect approach): Can try to sell "Hero Image Maintenance and Crisis Public Relations Package."
Coverage: Includes but is not limited to battle damage image repair, negative news suppression, and unified management of multiple personalities' public image.
Note: Given the customer's special nature, it is recommended to emphasize "confidentiality" and "professionalism."
William's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"Unified management of multiple personalities' public image"?
This system really knows how to hit the customer's pain points.
But bringing it up directly now would likely be taken as a provocation, and he might even be "compensated" on the spot.
"Mr. Knight, I absolutely have no ill intentions."
William's tone was sincere, his gaze fixed on the shadow beneath the other's hood, trying to convey his "sincerity."
"I just feel that you left too hastily last time, and I still had several products that are very suitable for you but didn't get a chance to introduce."
He paused, observing Moon Knight's reaction.
The other party remained like a silent statue, only his moon-White battle suit gleaming with a cold, hard luster in the faint moonlight.
"For example, our newly launched 'Superhero Exclusive Battle Damage Repair Insurance (Enhanced Version)'."
William lowered his voice slightly, with a hint of mystery.
"It not only includes physical damage repair to the battle suit but also some... purification treatment after special energy erosion.
Moreover, we cooperate with top material suppliers and technical teams, guaranteeing repairs as good as new, and even improved performance."
His gaze subtly flickered over the not-so-obvious new scratch on Moon Knight's right arm armor.
Moon Knight seemed to move slightly, though the Amplitude was minimal, William keenly caught it.
There's a chance!
This Mr., or rather, one of the personalities within him, was quite concerned about his attire.
Moon Knight finally made a more obvious movement.
He tilted his head slightly, and the shadow of his hood swayed with it, making his expression at this moment unclear.
"You seem... to know a lot."
A hint of inquiry was added to the cold voice.
An alarm bell faintly rang in William's heart, but he maintained a professional smile on his face.
"As a professional risk consultant, understanding client needs is my basic quality."
He paused, then added, "Of course, all client information will be kept strictly confidential. This is the lifeline of our industry."
The wind at the alley entrance seemed to pick up, gently swaying William's coattails.
Moon Knight was silent for a moment, that silence like tangible pressure, weighing heavily on William's heart, almost making him breathless.
Just as William thought this time would again be fruitless, and even started contemplating an escape route, Moon Knight suddenly spoke.
"Your business card."
These few simple words made William almost cry with joy, his body instantly relaxing, almost collapsing to the ground.
"Ah? Oh! Yes, yes!"
He quickly pulled out his business card holder from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly from overexcitement, and with some difficulty, managed to pull out a brand new business card.
He handed it over with both hands.
Moon Knight extended his hand; his glove was the same moon-White color, with a hard texture and distinct knuckles.
His gesture of taking the business card was light, yet William felt that the thin piece of paper was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"If I need it."
Moon Knight withdrew his hand, casually tucking the business card into a gap in his belt, his movements still swift.
"You'll know."
After saying this, he no longer looked at William, his figure flickering, merging into the deeper Shadow like a phantom, disappearing after a few leaps.
Leaving only William, alone.
William let out a long sigh, feeling his back somewhat damp, sweat soaking through his shirt.
"Phew... Finally... connected again."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking in the direction Moon Knight had disappeared, a relieved yet somewhat excited smile on his face.
"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."
William muttered to himself, carefully putting his business card holder back into his pocket.
Although the process was thrilling, at least, this walking major client had opened a tiny crack for him again.
"Multiple personalities... Next time, which personality should I target? This business is practically playing with my life!"
William rubbed his chin, beginning to seriously consider this extremely challenging topic, his eyes gleaming with a fervent desire for sales performance.