Chapter 372

At the top of a Los Angeles skyscraper, Ye Nan was wearing a white shirt and jeans, with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and a scholarly air was completely exuded.

Behind him stood Hancock, wearing a duck-tongue cap and oversized white clothes.

"I say, Ye Nan, I don't need to dress like this." Hancock pinched his clothes, looking miserable. "Dressed like this, how am I going to fight later?"

"You don't need to fight. Right now, this city hasn't completely descended into chaos." Ye Nan pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a warm smile on his face. "Don't look at how they are all shouting 'Hancock' loudly; once you go down and save them, they will forget you in the blink of an eye."

This 'he' referred to a man being robbed below the high-rise building, who kept shouting 'Hancock', hoping Hancock would go down and save him.

"As your agent, I won't let you go down at this time." Ye Nan said righteously.

Yes, agent. After some persuasion, Ye Nan successfully became Hancock's agent and also took control of Hancock's actions.

Haven't you seen those powerful celebrity agents, each one molding the celebrities in their hands like dough, molding them however they want?

"But..." Hancock wanted to speak, but closed his mouth again. He didn't want to fight immediately; he just didn't like this hip-hop style attire. He was, after all, someone who had lived for so long, and his aesthetic views were different from young people's. But he knew that if he said it out loud, he would definitely endure a barrage from Ye Nan and finally surrender.

"It should be about time. According to the time, that guy should have received the email and rushed over." Ye Nan pondered in his heart, his gaze falling below, watching for a moment before withdrawing it.

"Hancock, you say, why do people like to bully the weak so much?" Ye Nan suddenly opened his mouth and raised a question.

"This..." Hancock hesitated for a moment, but found that he had no way to answer this question at all.

"I don't know." He answered honestly.

"Because of pleasure." Ye Nan rested his hands on the guardrail. "Because bullying the weak can give them a perverted pleasure, making them feel like they are high above, just like you superheroes. But the difference is, you superheroes get a kind of pleasure from punishing bad guys and receiving encouragement from the public; this pleasure is called a sense of honor."

"Actually, you are the same."

"How could that be?" Hancock couldn't accept this answer. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, leaped down, and then floated in the air, hovering in front of Ye Nan, the whole movement done in one go, very gorgeous.

"How could I be the same as those bad guys?"

"How are you different? Aren't you both human?" Ye Nan chuckled, a sentence that left Hancock speechless.

"Actually, what I said isn't quite right. At least your methods are different. No matter what is in your heart, if what you do is beneficial to the public, everyone will think you are good; but if what you do is not beneficial to them, then you are bad."

"Hancock, when you are catching bad guys, are others praising you? But when you are catching bad guys, you damage vehicles, so they hate you. That is actually the principle."

Ye Nan said slowly, using his words to erode Hancock's soul bit by bit, letting his soul produce some subtle changes.

"When everyone needs you, you appear like a hero, then others will be grateful to you. But if you appear frequently and are responsive to every request, people will think this is what you should do. And when you damage some things because of catching bad guys, people will develop a feeling of annoyance toward you. Don't you think that's how it is?"...

"No."

A voice came from outside, and immediately after, a person completely wrapped in flames, with a slightly transparent body, flew over from afar and landed behind Ye Nan.

"It's you who is here bewitching Hancock, letting him leave the criminals of this city alone!"

Although it was a question, Johnny's tone was quite certain.

"Who are you?" Ye Nan turned around, facing Johnny, a warm smile on his face, giving people a feeling of a spring breeze blowing on their faces.

Of course he knew who this person was; he was the Human Torch, Johnny, from the Fantastic Four.

Ye Nan, through Smila's program, hacked into the world's network and found some superheroes from this world. And among these superheroes, only the identities of Superman Hancock and the Fantastic Four were public. As for other superheroes, apart from a name, no one knew their true identities, so Ye Nan locked his target on the Fantastic Four.

He first incited the citizens of Los Angeles in the city forum, pushing all the faults onto Hancock, and then intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that they could seek help from other superheroes. Afterward, he anonymously sent an email. All of this was done covertly and reasonably.

"I am the Human Torch, Johnny, from the Fantastic Four." Johnny exposed his identity.

When Johnny said his name, a hint of pride flashed on his face, and this hint of pride was just captured by Ye Nan.

"Is it a prideful emotion formed because of gaining power, and because of the gratitude of the public and the praise of the media, that one thinks one is a great hero? Young people are young people; their mindset is not mature enough, easily eroded by the shackles of society, becoming slaves of the people."

The so-called shackles are various moral standards, the concept that 'with great power comes great responsibility'. And these concepts are enough to turn a person into a hero, into their thug, because those who refuse to be heroes are all bad guys and must be beaten to death by heroes.

"So it's the superhero Human Torch, Johnny." A hint of shock appropriately appeared on Ye Nan's face. "I've seen your videos on the internet; very handsome, very powerful."

Being praised by Ye Nan like this, the hostility in Johnny's heart lessened a lot, and his expression also eased.

"I am Superman Hancock's agent. My name is Ye Nan. You can also call me the Superhero Agent." Ye Nan handed over a business card.

"Agent?" Johnny looked at Ye Nan suspiciously, took the business card, and saw only a name and a phone number written on it, with nothing else extra.

"Yes, I am an agent. After all, Superman also needs to eat, and also needs to live well. And to live well, one needs money. After all, people cannot be so energetic forever; they will sometimes grow old. Even if they don't grow old, getting married and having children also requires spending a sum of money." Ye Nan said with a smile: "So when you are young, work hard to earn a sum of money. By that time, whether it's taking a wife and having children, or doing anything, there will be a margin, right?"

"Then how do you make money?" Johnny regretted saying this sentence. Wasn't he probing into other people's secrets?

However, he had to admit that Ye Nan was right, because now, as a superhero, he was living quite miserably. Because of being exposed by the media, they could no longer work in their original company, which cut off their source of livelihood. Later, he went to participate in performances, but the money earned from performances was only enough for them to live. To live well, more money was needed.

Not only that, in Ye Nan's words, he saw things he hadn't considered. His sister and brother-in-law would eventually get married, and Ben, he needed to eat a lot of food, and his future would also form a family...

Suddenly, many things that hadn't been considered emerged, forcing him to make plans for the future.

"Very simple." Ye Nan continued along Johnny's words. "First, I want to build Hancock into a star. Look, his hip-hop outfit is the first step toward his change."

Ye Nan stepped aside, letting Hancock and Johnny face each other.

Johnny looked at Hancock in his hip-hop outfit and had to admit that this attire of the other party was much better than his previous image.

"Young people are always chasing the strong. This chasing makes them easily become fans. So I let Hancock wear hip-hop style clothing, just to cater to young people."

"After catering to young people, you can take the opportunity to enter the entertainment industry, right?" Johnny said Ye Nan's later plans together. Actually, his participation in motorcycle performances could also be considered entering the entertainment industry, but compared to those singers and movie stars, he was considered minor league.

"Of course. But the entertainment industry is complex, so I became Hancock's agent." Ye Nan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose upward. "I believe that under my creation, Hancock will become the brightest star in the American entertainment industry."

Although Ye Nan had never been an agent, he could learn. And when it came to conspiracy and calculation, Ye Nan believed he could completely crush those celebrity agents. Plus Hancock's unique conditions, becoming the brightest star in the American entertainment industry didn't seem like a difficult task.

"The brightest star in the American entertainment industry." Johnny heard this and was moved. As a young person who had once ventured into the entertainment industry, he knew the meaning of this term; it represented endless worship and money.

"If possible, I also want you to be my agent."

Ye Nan looked at Johnny in surprise. He felt his luck was incredibly good. His original intention was just to use Hancock to contact other superheroes, then figure out the routine of this world, and by the way, hold Hancock in his own hands. But he didn't expect Johnny to actually send himself over.

"The temptation of the vanity fair? Is it really that big?" Ye Nan asked himself.

"Why, is it not possible?" Johnny saw Ye Nan not speaking, and his heart slowly slid down.

"Of course it is possible."