Melvin stared in terror as Gao Ming walked toward him, dragging a man whose face was so swollen and bruised he was barely recognizable.
Suddenly, Melvin realized his hideout had been exposed.
He began to shriek hysterically, “No! You shouldn’t be here! You can’t be here! No…!”
His voice was thick with despair and rage.
Forgetting his fear, Melvin lunged at Gao Ming with a roar.
Having seen the TV show, Gao Ming knew exactly why Melvin was so agitated.
He sidestepped the punch, and as Melvin spun around to swing again, Gao Ming decisively shoved Wilson in front of him as a human shield.
*Thud!*
Wilson, already unconscious from Gao Ming’s beating, felt another heavy blow in his stupor.
He cracked his eyes open slightly, mumbled a faint “Fu…”, and then slipped back into a deeper unconsciousness.
“Congratulations,” Gao Ming said with a smirk.
“You just punched Wilson Fisk.”
He was reminding Melvin that the man with the swollen face was none other than the same Wilson Fisk, the mob boss who struck terror into every criminal in Hell’s Kitchen.
Hearing the name “Wilson Fisk,” Melvin gasped and immediately focused his attention on Wilson.
He stared, trying to recognize the man, but Wilson’s swollen-pig-head appearance bore no resemblance to his original self.
Melvin shook his head.
“No, you’re lying. This can’t be Mr. Wilson…”
“Uh…” Gao Ming looked at Wilson’s current state.
*Well, he’s been beaten so badly even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.
No wonder Melvin doesn’t believe it.* He sighed and pressed a finger against Wilson’s face, activating his Power of Healing.
“What kind of logic is this? I beat you up, and now I have to heal you…”
Gao Ming didn’t fully heal Wilson’s injuries.
He only restored his face enough to be recognizable, then stopped.
He wasn’t *that* sadistic—beating someone up and then completely healing them would be too much.
“There. See? Is this guy Wilson or not?”
Melvin, a man of singular focus, completely ignored Gao Ming’s display of magic.
He looked at Wilson, and his face filled with sheer terror.
He collapsed to his knees and pleaded desperately, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Mr. Wilson, it’s all my fault! Everything is my fault! Please, spare Bates! She’s innocent! Oh, my poor Bates…”
Seeing Melvin’s desperate pleas, Gao Ming felt a mixture of helplessness and admiration.
Melvin, though terrified of Wilson, was only afraid for his daughter’s safety.
This simple man was a truly great father.
“Calm down, Melvin,” Gao Ming said steadily.
“I’ve already subdued Wilson. Bates is no longer in danger.”
Melvin stopped pleading.
He glanced fearfully at Wilson, then looked at Gao Ming with hopeful eyes.
“Really? Bates is truly safe?”
“Yes. I came here today specifically to deal with Wilson so he can never harm anyone again,” Gao Ming replied.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Melvin began to thank him profusely.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…”
“Don’t thank me just yet,” Gao Ming said, raising a hand to stop him.
“I have a condition.”
Melvin froze, his heart sinking.
*Is he just another villain like Wilson?
Is he going to make me do something bad?* This chapter is updated first at g.com.
If Gao Ming did ask him to do something wrong, Melvin knew he couldn’t resist.
He was too afraid the man would use Bates to threaten him.
“My condition is… help me make a suit,” Gao Ming slowly stated the purpose of his visit.
“Just one suit.”
Hearing Gao Ming’s words, Melvin couldn’t help but be stunned.
He asked in disbelief, “Just make a suit? Is it really that simple?”
Gao Ming was only asking him to make a suit, not threatening Melvin to work for him and aid in his evil deeds like Wilson had done.
Making a suit was simply too easy for Melvin.
Gao Ming wagged his finger and said, “Of course, it’s not that simple. The suit I want you to make has specific requirements.”
He glanced to the right and saw several pieces of white paper and a pen on Melvin’s workbench.
Gao Ming walked to the table, picked up the pen, and with a dizzying speed that left one breathless, he sketched out the design of the “Speedy” suit from his memory in just a few strokes.
Thanks to Gao Ming’s past life’s obsession with the otaku world, he had spent some time learning sketching to draw anime goddesses.
Although he couldn’t compare to a professional, he had reached the level of an ordinary person, so he wouldn’t end up creating an abstract painting.
Gao Ming handed the sketch of Speedy’s image to Melvin and said, “Design it according to this. This part and this part are gold, and the rest is all white.”
Melvin took the sketch and glanced at it.
His innate talent for design immediately revealed the suit’s key features: its sleek, streamlined silhouette was built for maximum agility and speed, making it a true agility-type uniform.
Almost instinctively, Melvin grabbed a pen and began refining the rough sketch, lost in his work.
He meticulously adjusted every detail, optimizing the design for both form and function.
Before long, a professional blueprint emerged—one so polished it would have made Gao Ming, the original creator, blush with shame.
After Melvin’s extensive revisions, the Speed Suit had become a masterpiece of precision and style, far more impressive than the original design.
It was a true work of art.
Only after completing the revisions did Melvin snap out of his trance.
He looked at the transformed design and nodded in satisfaction, but then he froze, remembering he had altered Gao Ming’s sketch without permission.
“I’m so sorry,” he stammered, “I just… I did it without thinking…”
Gao Ming waved his hand dismissively.
*Are you kidding?
I’m thrilled you’re perfecting it.*
“Just make the suit for me,” Gao Ming said, pointing to the lightning bolts on the sides of the cowl and the stripes on the suit.
“And for the colors, like I said: gold here and here, and white everywhere else.”
Melvin nodded hurriedly.
“OK, I understand. I’ll definitely make it exactly as you’ve requested.”
After a brief pause, Melvin couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really just asking me to make a suit? No other demands?”
“Don’t doubt it. I only brought Wilson here to have you make me a suit,” Gao Ming emphasized, trying to put Melvin at ease.
“But… why me?” Melvin truly couldn’t understand why he had been chosen.
Gao Ming stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, in my experience, yours is the only craftsmanship I can trust.”
Gao Ming meant that Melvin was the only famous tailor he knew in the Marvel Universe, but Melvin misinterpreted it as a personal vote of confidence.
Overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment, he exclaimed, “Rest assured, I will pour my heart and soul into this. I’ll create the masterpiece of my life!”
“Uh… alright.” Though Gao Ming didn’t understand Melvin’s sudden burst of passion, he saw no reason to dampen his enthusiasm.
Gao Ming pointed to Wilson on the floor.
“What should I do with him? Consider him your down payment.”
Melvin stared blankly at the still-unconscious Wilson.
After a moment’s hesitation, his eyes flickering with fear and anger, he finally sighed in defeat.
“Bates… Bates told me to be a good person. I have to listen to her. I want to be a good person. I don’t want to do bad things anymore.”
Hearing Melvin’s answer, Gao Ming didn’t look down on him. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Although Melvin’s decision was perhaps overly merciful, it was because his daughter wanted him to be a good person.
Gao Ming would respect his choice.
However, this made things a bit tricky.
Gao Ming had originally planned to simply finish off Wilson, but that was clearly no longer an option.
Letting Wilson go was also impossible—he knew all about the dangers of releasing a tiger back into the mountains.
Gao Ming’s mind began to race, searching for other solutions.
First, killing was off the table.
So, how else could he handle this?
Recalling the effects of the two talismans, Gao Ming quickly thought of one.
The Tiger Talisman, representing balance, could split a person’s good and evil sides into two separate individuals.
Split Wilson into a good version and an evil version, eliminate the evil one, and leave the good one?
*If I keep only the good Wilson, he might wash his hands of his criminal life, disband his mob, and actually start a charity.
Just imagining that scene makes me smile.*
*I wonder if his subordinates would think he’d lost his mind if he suddenly turned into a saint.*
Without further ado, Gao Ming couldn’t wait to use the Tiger Talisman’s incredibly useful ability.
Under Melvin’s horrified gaze, Wilson was suddenly split in two!
Unlike Melvin, who was shocked that Wilson had split into two, Gao Ming was once again speechless at the talisman’s absurd side effects: *A person can split into good and evil, but why did his clothes split too?
Do clothes have a moral compass?*
Though he couldn’t help but complain about the talisman’s illogical nature, he knew it was pointless to overthink such a magical item.
Besides, in the Marvel Universe, there were plenty of strange things.
Gao Ming explained to Melvin, “This is one of my superpowers. You can think of it as magic. Its effect is exactly what you see: Wilson has been split into two—one filled with good intentions, and the other filled with evil.”
“Huh?” Melvin was stunned.
What Gao Ming had just said defied all common sense.
Even someone as intellectually challenged as Melvin could grasp how formidable Gao Ming must be.
Then, Melvin asked curiously, “So you’re saying Mr. Wilson has been split into Good Mr. Wilson and Bad Mr. Wilson?”
Gao Ming nodded.
“Exactly. I plan to keep the good one and eliminate the bad one. This city only needs the good Mr. Wilson, not the bad one.”
“Besides,” Gao Ming added, “the Wilson with the good intentions is a thoroughly decent man. You don’t have to worry about him ever threatening you again.”
Hearing Gao Ming’s solution, Melvin couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
Although it still meant killing one of the Wilsons, preserving the one filled with goodwill was a very acceptable outcome.
Melvin looked left, then right, and said distressedly, “Which one is the good Mr. Wilson?”
This actually stumped Gao Ming.
He didn’t know which one was the good one either.
But he rolled his eyes, and very quickly, an idea struck him.
“It’s simple.”
Gao Ming walked up to the two Wilsons and slapped each of them across the face to wake them up.
The Wilson on the left woke up, dazedly rubbing the injured side of his face, and suddenly burst into tears.
“I’ve done too many bad things. I deserve this. I should be judged. Please kill me! A bad person like me doesn’t deserve to live!”
As he spoke, Wilson fell into deep remorse, his eyes brimming with tears as he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.
The Wilson on the right woke up and, upon seeing Gao Ming, immediately twisted his face into a vicious sneer.
He tried to attack but couldn’t muster any strength due to his injuries.
He roared fiercely, “You damn bastard! I’ll kill you! Kill you!…”
Gao Ming casually punched this Wilson—who could do nothing but shout threats—unconscious again.
He then turned to the stunned Melvin and said, “See? Isn’t it easy to tell them apart?”