Watching one Wilson, his face etched with grief, constantly confessing his sins, while the other—a fierce-looking Wilson—was knocked unconscious before he could even finish a few threats, Melvin felt completely bewildered.
The two were polar opposites, like two sides of the same coin.
One was so desperate to atone for his crimes that he wished for death, while the other had become even more vicious and cruel.
Any normal person could tell who was the “good” one and who was the “bad” one.
“Amazing. Wilson really did become a better person,” Melvin said, thoroughly pleased with the Good Wilson.
Though he seemed almost *too* compassionate, he was still a good man.
As for the Evil Wilson, Melvin naturally left him for Gao Ming to deal with.
They only needed one good Wilson; there was no need for the bad one to exist.
Gao Ming had already decided on Evil Wilson’s fate.
“Melvin,” Gao Ming asked, “how long will it take you to make the clothes?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Melvin replied with absolute confidence, “Give me ten days. I’ll deliver a masterpiece you’ll be more than satisfied with.”
“Good. I’ll see you in ten days.” Gao Ming grabbed Good Wilson and Evil Wilson by their collars, one in each hand.
He turned to leave.
“Don’t worry about Bates’ safety. Wilson won’t threaten her again.”
“Oh, why did I ever endure harming an innocent child? I truly deserve to die a thousand deaths…” Good Wilson was still consumed by remorse and self-blame.
Hearing Gao Ming’s words, he immediately burst into tears and began pounding his own chest.
Gao Ming: “…”
Melvin: “…”
*Damn, this is so annoying…*
However, hearing Good Wilson’s words, Melvin couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Bates was finally out of danger.
With that weight lifted, Melvin’s professional ethics kicked back in.
“Your Excellency, please allow me to take your measurements.”
Melvin picked up a measuring tape and, without waiting for Gao Ming’s reply, focused on measuring his height and three-point measurements.
Gao Ming shrugged, not minding at all.
After recording all the data, Gao Ming grabbed the two Wilsons and headed for the door.
Melvin hurriedly asked, “I still don’t know how to address you?”
“Hmm… just call me ‘Mr. Gao’ will do,” Gao Ming replied casually before taking flight and quickly disappearing from sight.
Melvin watched the direction Gao Ming had gone with a solemn expression.
“Mr. Gao, I will not betray your trust.”
***
After being force-fed a large dose of “spiritual chicken soup” about making up for past mistakes, Good Wilson finally stabilized his emotions.
Though he still occasionally looked devastated and muttered, “I have sinned,” he managed to pull himself together.
After repeated persuasion, Good Wilson buried all his guilt deep down and regained his usual composure, though his aura now carried a hint more ruthlessness and a touch more serenity.
“Your Excellency, I will spend the rest of my life helping others in hopes of reducing the sins I’ve committed. Oh, what have I done…”
After Good Wilson made his vow, Gao Ming took the business card he offered—which had his phone number for future contact—and then left, carrying Evil Wilson away.
Good Wilson stood alone on a street, waiting silently, his eyes filled with indelible sorrow.
Only when his subordinates found him did he suppress his emotions, straighten his lapels, and project his usual air of authority.
*From this day forward, there is only one me—the true Wilson Fisk who will make this city a better place!*
***
Gao Ming dragged Evil Wilson to a riverbank on the outskirts of Hell’s Kitchen and tossed him aside.
The unconscious Evil Wilson felt his face slam hard into the ground, the sharp pain in his nose jolting him awake.
Evil Wilson cursed in pain.
He looked up and saw Gao Ming, but before he could even open his mouth to scream, Gao Ming calmly extended a finger and said, “Fish.”
A white light shot from his fingertip, striking Evil Wilson.
When the blinding light faded, Evil Wilson had turned into a… bighead carp?
Gao Ming wasn’t sure if the fat fish flopping around was actually a bighead carp.
He had only said “fish” without specifying a species, so Evil Wilson’s form had been randomized.
“Ugly,” Gao Ming said, lightly kicking the bighead carp into the river.
He watched as the fish flicked its tail a few times and quickly swam away.
Fish only have a seven-second memory.
No matter what Evil Wilson was thinking, he had now forgotten it all. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Gao Ming didn’t bother to finish him off.
He would let Evil Wilson live out his days as a fish and eventually perish on his own.
***
After returning home, Gao Ming didn’t do much else.
During the day, he wandered around New York, soaking in the sights.
At night, he would discreetly go invisible to “deal with” some thugs.
He had someone replace the broken door lock from before.
To his disappointment, Frank, whom he had knocked unconscious with a single punch, never sent anyone to retaliate.
It seemed the man was nothing more than a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Ten days passed quickly, and it was time to collect the results from Melvin.
Donning his “newbie gear,” Gao Ming skillfully activated his invisibility, levitation, and super speed.
He enjoyed a brief “Fast and Furious” ride, arriving at Melvin’s warehouse in a flash.
The moment he landed, he saw… a brand-new steel gate.
*Right,* he thought.
*Last time, I blew the door open.
I should be more polite this time.*
He raised his hand and knocked.
The heavy thud was accompanied by several dents appearing in the gate.
*Oops, I forgot to retract my power.*
“Melvin, I’m here!”
At the sound of his voice, the gate slowly rolled up, revealing Melvin’s honest-looking face, flushed with excitement.
“Mr. Gao, I’ve finished your clothes!” Melvin exclaimed, beaming with joy.
With that, Melvin bent down, pulled a box from a storage cabinet, and placed it on the workbench, grinning foolishly.
Gao Ming stepped forward and stopped in front of Melvin.
“Let me see your work,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation.
Melvin nodded excitedly, opened the box, and turned it toward Gao Ming, proudly displaying his masterpiece.
Inside the box lay a neatly folded set of clothes—a leather suit of gold and white.
It was similar to the one in Gao Ming’s memory, but with subtle refinements.
Melvin’s improvements had elevated the overall design, making it even more perfect.
The moment he saw the exquisite “work of art,” Gao Ming couldn’t contain his eagerness.
He grabbed the suit and activated his super speed.
In a blur, with a few swift *swishes*, he had already changed into it.
In the blink of an eye, Melvin saw Gao Ming clad in the Speed Suit.
The sleek white leather made him look incredibly agile, instantly conveying a sense of nimbleness.
The golden lightning bolts were sharp and striking, making Gao Ming appear both noble and imposing.
Gao Ming moved around, finding no discomfort.
The suit fit his body perfectly—neither too tight nor too loose.
The special material of the leather felt smooth against his skin, with no roughness at all.
He had to admit, Melvin’s craftsmanship had exceeded his expectations.
This suit was flawless.
The full-coverage helmet completely concealed Gao Ming’s head, with a special lens over the eyes to protect his fragile sight.
“To complete this suit, I used all my specially developed materials and poured a vast amount of time and effort into it,” Melvin proudly explained.
“This suit minimizes air friction to the greatest extent possible. It’s also fireproof and offers exceptional defense against sharp weapons and firearms, even reaching a bulletproof level.”
After speaking, Melvin looked at Gao Ming expectantly, like a child waiting for a parent’s praise.
Gao Ming didn’t hold back his praise: “Beautifully done! Melvin, no one could have made this better! This suit is exactly what I wanted—I can’t find a single flaw!”
Hearing Gao Ming’s affirmation, Melvin couldn’t help but grin proudly.
Gao Ming walked over to a large rectangular mirror and took a good look at his current appearance.
His physique wasn’t particularly impressive—just an average person’s build—but wearing the Speed Suit naturally added a touch of dominance, making him look heroic and imposing.
At this moment, Gao Ming truly looked like a speedster, save for the absence of the “lightning effects” that came with super speed…
Hmm?
Lightning?
I wonder if this would work… This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
A sudden idea struck Gao Ming.
He focused his mind, concentrating all his attention on his eyes.
Gradually, a dazzling golden electric light began to emanate from them!
“Haha, it actually works.” Seeing his own eyes sparkling in the mirror, Gao Ming inwardly praised his brilliant idea.
He had just realized that while he couldn’t cover his entire body in lightning, the Pig Talisman’s “Electric Eye” could still give his eyes the “lightning effect,” as long as he controlled it and didn’t let the electric bolts shoot out.
Well, for the sake of showing off, Gao Ming was willing to put in the extra effort…
Standing beside him, Melvin was utterly stunned.
When Gao Ming turned and looked at him with those electrified eyes, Melvin’s entire nervous system tightened instantly.
He felt as if he were exposed to a deadly gaze.
The golden electric light covered Gao Ming’s eyes, making it impossible to read his emotions.
It was like facing the indifferent gaze of a god—a sight so awe-inspiring and terrifying that one dared not look directly.
Under Gao Ming’s gaze, Melvin trembled with fear.
Just as he was about to lose his composure, Gao Ming quietly deactivated the Pig Talisman’s power.
When the electric light faded, Melvin slumped in relief, still visibly shaken.
Seeing Melvin wipe the cold sweat from his face and stare at him in terror as if he’d just been frightened out of his wits, Gao Ming asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”
“So… so scary,” Melvin stammered, his tongue seemingly tied in knots.
“Mr. Gao, your gaze just now… it terrified me…”
Melvin’s low intelligence left him struggling to find the right words to describe his fear.
He could only state his panic directly, and combined with his genuine expression of terror, Gao Ming instantly understood just how intimidating he must have been.
*Whoa, the Pig Talisman’s Electric Eye doesn’t just look cool—it has a built-in “Intimidation” effect!
Could I scare enemies into pissing themselves just by glaring at them in the future?*
After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, Gao Ming snapped back to reality.
Seeing Melvin cowering, a pang of guilt pricked at his heart.
*It’s not right to scare an honest man like this.* “Sorry, Melvin. I didn’t mean to.”
Hearing Gao Ming’s apology, Melvin was flattered and quickly waved his hands in a panic.
“No, no, no! How could I possibly blame you?”
Once he’d recovered, though still shaken, Melvin’s fear was largely replaced by admiration.
Gao Ming’s overwhelming power, combined with his fair treatment, had completely won Melvin over, making him willing to serve Gao Ming with absolute loyalty.
After examining the Speed Suit from head to toe, Gao Ming was itching to don it and run wild.
He glanced at the “Number One Uniform” he’d just taken off and wondered what to do with it.
Throw it away?
But this black outfit cost him $150.
It seemed too wasteful to discard it after wearing it only a few times.
But then he looked at himself in the mirror.
The sleek, streamlined Speed Suit was leagues beyond the plain black clothes.
Compared to it, the black outfit looked utterly tacky…
In an instant, Gao Ming decisively tossed his black clothes into the trash can by the workbench.
He then turned to Melvin to say goodbye.
“I’ll be wearing the suit out. Wilson won’t threaten you again. Just live peacefully here in Bates.”
Melvin bowed respectfully, thanking him with genuine submission.
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Gao. May you have a lifetime of peace.”
Beneath the mask, Gao Ming’s lips curved into a smile.
“Remember, be a good person.”
The next moment, a sudden gale whipped up, stinging his face.
Melvin only had time to see an afterimage before Gao Ming vanished from his sight, leaving no trace behind.
Melvin bowed deeply in reverence.
***
Perhaps it was because he was wearing the battle suit, but Gao Ming, who had already experienced the thrill of extreme-speed flight, felt the blood in his body as if it were burning.
Every cell seemed to dance and cheer, urging him to run even faster.
Streaking past countless buildings and blurring past pedestrians who couldn’t even react, Gao Ming’s emotions surged.
He couldn’t resist shouting at the top of his lungs, “I’m the fastest man in the world!”
*Uh, that sentence feels a little off…*