The role-playing progress had gone from the previous twenty-five percent to twenty-eight percent, full three percent extra.
Sure enough, completing a client’s task and receiving a reward could increase role-playing progress.
Although it was only a three percent increase, it proved that his thinking was correct.
Alex was very happy.
The strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth even seemed a little sweeter.
Then, he looked up at Peter’s surprised face and decided to put on a good performance in front of the future Spider-Man.
After getting a taste of the benefits, of course he wanted more.
Alex still wanted to receive tasks from Peter Parker, so he had to make Peter recognize his strength.
Otherwise, if Peter himself didn’t believe Alex possessed great power, how could he possibly entrust him with tasks that could increase character role-playing progress?
That said, the difficulty of completing a task seemed to directly affect the amount of role-playing progress awarded in the end.
When he fulfilled the previous owner’s lingering wish, he ultimately gained ten percent role-playing progress.
But completing Spider-Man’s task only gave him three percent.
The difference was that one required fighting the powerful Abomination and Hulk, while the other involved dealing with ordinary people.
The difficulty of the two tasks was worlds apart, which led to a huge difference in the role-playing progress gained.
‘If that is really the case, should I take on harder tasks in the future?” Alex thought about it, but his hands didn’t stop moving.
He pulled several three-pronged kunai from his ninja tool pouch and threw them toward where the onlookers were hiding nearby.
Alex planned to use these people to establish his authority and show his strength to Spider-Man.
Anyway, none of these people were good people.
They even dared to stand around watching the show.
If he didn’t teach them a lesson, Alex would feel bad about it.
In life, all one could ask for was a clear conscience.
You could deceive others, but you could never deceive yourself.
So as long as he followed his own wishes and was happy, that was enough.
Of course, if he could help others in the process and become stronger himself, that would be even better.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
The Flying Thunder God Technique activated repeatedly.
Alex, in the form of Minato, continuously appeared beside those onlookers, subdued them with punches and kicks, and then threw them into the middle of the street.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
These scumbags finally experienced what the weak had felt when they themselves had done excessive things to them.
For a moment, they were speechless.
As for Peter, seeing how powerful Alex was left him so shocked that he couldn’t close his mouth.
At that moment, someone in one of the nearby shops suddenly recognized Alex’s identity.
“Hey!
Isn’t this the superhero from the number one trending video on YouTube?” “What?
How is that possible?”, After hearing that, the others immediately took out their phones to check.
“Oh my God!
It really is the Fourth Hokage of Konoha Village, Namikaze Minato!” “Why would such a powerful superhero come to Hell’s Kitchen?
Is he planning to clean up this place?” Alex’s eyes lit up.
‘Cleaning up Hell’s Kitchen?
If that was a task, the difficulty definitely wouldn’t be low.’ He gave the person who said that a grateful look, then began thinking about whether it was feasible.
The people lying on the ground, including Bald John, also hurriedly took out their phones after hearing the discussion around them.
Then they saw footage of Alex, in the form of Minato, killing Abomination and beating Hulk into the ground.
That kind of power, that kind of skill, it was way too strong.
Then they exchanged glances and saw regret in each other’s eyes.
Why hadn’t they used their phones more?
If they had known Minato was this powerful, how could they possibly have acted like this?
And another thing, ‘If you were this powerful, Minato, why are you wandering around undercover?’ ‘Instead of announcing your identity and letting people worship you, you hid your name and acted weak to trap the strong.
This is already 2020!’ Complaints aside, after learning about Alex’s deeds and identity, the group pressed themselves tightly against the ground and didn’t even dare try to get up.
Bald John was the same.
Although Alex had crushed his wrist, and he kept cursing Alex in his heart, he didn’t dare show even a hint of it.
He was afraid of angering Alex and being killed.
Fear of death was more effective than any persuasion.
At that moment, a sports car stopped outside Hell’s Kitchen, and a female agent in a black skintight suit stepped out.
She had delicate features, a curvy figure, and a very attractive appearance.
Her brown wavy hair swayed as she walked, giving off a sexy feeling.
She was Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff.
A S.H.I.E.L.D.
agent and one of the future Avengers.
As Natasha walked, she raised a hand and adjusted her earpiece.
“I already know the intel.
I’ll be careful when making contact with him.” “But are we really not sending other agents with me?”, Natasha couldn’t help asking.
The one-eyed bald man on the other end of the earpiece rejected the suggestion.
[“Natasha, against someone that powerful, numbers don’t mean anything.”]