The appearance of an eighteen-year-old.

(One chapter was banned; how frustrating...)
To protect the Osborne Group, the company’s responsible director issued a direct gag order to the security department.
“Since Max Dillon has no family, no friends, and is utterly insignificant, let him remain invisible. That is the most advantageous choice for the group.”
Capitalists always put money first; human life means nothing to them. They see only tools that bring profit, and everything else is worthless.
When a tool breaks, it is simply replaced. Those tools that were never noticed or valued become mere garbage.
Every witness received a gag order, enforced by company policy and a generous payout. Anyone who dared to speak out might never have the chance again.
This is beyond doubt; never challenge a capitalist’s ruthlessness.
The security staff posed no problem—the issue was with Su Ye and Gwen, the two interns.
One was the daughter of the police chief; the other, one of the few who could speak with Max Dillon, counted as a friend.
Yet this friend was a major shareholder in the group. The director knew Su Ye and trusted that, for the sake of the group’s interests, he would not speak lightly of what happened.
After all, no one willingly turns their back on money.
But Gwen, the police chief’s daughter, was another matter.
Max Dillon’s ‘body’ was dragged away to a morgue in a clandestine clinic, with plans for immediate cremation. Meanwhile, the director sought out Gwen and Su Ye separately for a talk.
What was said to Gwen remained unknown, but with Su Ye, the director’s sincerity was tinged with veiled warnings.
“Osborne Group is an American company. The deceased was a local employee. You, as a foreigner, came here to earn money, not to invite trouble, correct?”
“Forget about justice. Believe me, without money, all the justice in your hands is worthless!”
The director’s name was Macken, with a Mediterranean hawk-like nose, strikingly similar to Loki’s father, Laufey, before makeup.
He had once been Norman Osborne’s right hand, now Harry’s assistant and overseer, as well as a representative of the Wall Street capital invested in Osborne Group, deeply involved in company operations.
Su Ye had to admit that Macken spoke the truth. As a foreign board member, he had no reason to interfere; the less involved, the better.
He wasn’t planning to say much, but there was one thing he had to clarify.
“Max Dillon is my friend.”
“So?” Macken frowned, his gaze fierce and wary.
If this foreign shareholder truly wanted to go against the company, the board would be forced to activate emergency protocols, possibly even leveraging national means to oust him.
“So, I won’t agree to your handling of Max Dillon, nor will I sign any documents. Moreover—”
Su Ye stood, leaned across the table toward Macken.
“Moreover, your attitude toward me just now was unacceptable. I came to America to make money, not to put up with the faces of you Americans—especially those like you who treat human life with contempt.”
“Director Su, mind your position and attitude,” Macken growled, his face darkening.
“My position is clear, as I’ve stated. As for my attitude,” Su Ye raised his hand and waved it, gently but firmly.
Smack!
Five bright red fingerprints blossomed on Macken’s face, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.
“This is how I, as Max’s only friend, feel!”
With that, Su Ye turned and strode out, calling back, “Feel free to sue me. I’ll have my lawyer talk to you.”
Bang!

The door slammed shut. Su Ye looked at Gwen, who had hurried to meet him.
“You hit him? I wanted to hit him, too. Max was such a good guy. I think I met him before.”
Gwen whispered, her face a mix of mischievous delight and concern. “But won’t they cause you trouble? You’re Spider-Man, but they have money—and rich people are the hardest to deal with.”
“Don’t worry, Harry will handle it,” Su Ye replied lightly.
“But with Max, there’s not much else we can do. He had no family or friends, so even if we win a lawsuit, it’s meaningless. Enough about that—let Harry take the yacht out, let’s clear our heads at sea.”
Taking Gwen out was not just to relieve worry, but more importantly, to craft Spider-Man’s alibi.
Max Dillon wasn’t dead; he would become Electro and soon wreak havoc in Times Square.
Let him cause chaos as he wished—ideally tearing down the entire square, turning this New York landmark into history. The bigger the commotion, the better.
Though Su Ye wouldn’t be front and center for the spectacle, he’d still be delighted.
As for the damage Electro might inflict on Osborne Group, its stock price and market value, Su Ye couldn’t care less.
Whether it was ten billion or five billion, it made no difference to him—as long as there was enough to spend.
If Old Su wasn’t happy, he could fly over and solve the problem himself; Su Ye would applaud and cheer for him.
Early the next morning, Su Ye and Gwen boarded Harry’s yacht and set out to sea.
Harry had no idea about Max Dillon. He was thrilled that Su Ye accepted his invitation. Since Gwen was aboard, he had to bring Mary Jane as well, which made things a bit less free.
But with his brother there, that was enough—whether he drove or not didn’t matter.
“It’s rare you’re coming out. We’ll party at sea for three days and nights, and if we’re not satisfied, we won’t return!”
Harry shouted, “Let’s go!”
The yacht sped off, but Su Ye still had many things to handle.
Sharon Carter had already left the bar alone; as a diligent secretary, she managed the cleanup without needing Su Ye’s attention.
Mai Shiranui and her group wouldn’t return for ten days or half a month, so he could relax for now.
The Spider-Man clone was still training outdoors; with Andy’s Gale Fist as a foundation, learning the Rasengan was relatively straightforward. But to make it spin, and spin with flair, required extra effort.
Meanwhile, at the Batcave, the arc reactor’s new element core needed to be pushed up the schedule.
Additionally, the anti-Thor bat shield was ready, but equipment for other heroes was necessary too.
For instance, the anti-Iron Man glove: the idea was to use the glove to generate a specific magnetic and force field, severing Iron Man’s external network the moment it touched his suit, isolating Jarvis and cutting off remote control.
Ideally, using the properties of the new element, design an anti-Iron Man “hot patch” that, when attached to Iron Man’s chest reactor, could instantly power him down.
There also needed to be anti-Abomination and anti-Hulk mechanical arms, borrowing Doctor Octopus’s tentacle technology to build two external limbs—like spirit bone attachments—capable of exerting strength far beyond the body’s limits.
All these ideas were to prepare for Batman’s persona; the equipment must be plentiful and complete, preserving the legend of the Dark Knight’s unbeatable duels.
Beyond that, Su Ye still had someone to accompany shopping.
“Brother Ye, why do you look so different today?”
In front of Midtown Junior High, Hinata saw Su Ye’s face and almost didn’t recognize him.
Yellow spiky hair, blue childlike eyes, three whisker marks on each cheek—it looked like cosplay.
Hinata swore she’d never seen a character so ugly; if not for Brother Ye playing the part, she might not have been able to accept it.
Su Ye explained, “I’ve been practicing transformation jutsu. I realized that only by constantly training, even staying transformed at all times, can I improve my mastery. Plus, it’s great for increasing my chakra reserves.”

“Is that so?”
Hinata looked up at the over-190-centimeter-tall Su Ye—more than forty centimeters taller than herself, like a giant—then glanced at her own small arms, legs, and bean-shaped figure.
The two of them out together looked terribly mismatched; would people mistake them for father and daughter?
Hinata was petite but emotionally mature; she understood her feelings and was steadfast in them.
Her father’s drunken matchmaking with Old Su was nothing but feudal nonsense, never taken seriously. Su Ye’s mother had just mentioned it in passing—these days, parental matchmaking had long since been swept away by history.
But Hinata took it to heart.
She’d liked Su Ye since childhood, always liked him—even with his current ugly, hedgehog-head transformation, she liked him.
But her precocious heart harbored a worry:
‘Will Brother Ye be stolen away by other women?’ This question troubled Hinata for a long time.
Today, while playing with Su Ye, seeing their father-daughter-like pairing, her worry grew.
Unless she could transform to be more compatible with Su Ye, so people would instantly think “couple,” not “father and daughter.”
“Brother Ye is right—cultivation is like rowing upstream. I’m not clever, so I need to practice as much as Brother Ye.”
Hinata looked up at Su Ye as she spoke, as if encouraging herself, or explaining to him.
Then she began forming hand signs, and soon there was a bang.
“Brother Ye, is this okay?”
Anyone who says no is a eunuch.
But those white eyes were a bit conspicuous; Su Ye took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on Hinata.
That way, they’d avoid a lot of trouble.
“All right, let’s head out.”
Just as they were about to leave, from inside the school gate, Neji—with long hair and white eyes—hurried out, anxiously looking around before running off into the distance.
He passed right by them without a second glance.
But Su Ye heard his muttering, “Where did Hinata go? She hasn’t been kidnapped, has she?”
“Should we call out to him?” Su Ye turned and asked.
Hinata shook her head, “No need, let’s go first. I’ll call him later.”
“If you do this, Neji won’t be happy,” Su Ye laughed.
Hinata pouted, “But if I don’t, I won’t be happy.”
[Character: Hinata Hyuga.]
[Current favorability: max (no need for standards now).]
Seeing Hinata’s task profile... Forget it.
The gentler a person is, the less they should be treated harshly.