Watching Bella's disappearing figure as she vanished into the night, the little girl sighed, smacking her lips in admiration. "She's so cool," she muttered.
Then, a thought struck her—maybe she and her dad were the only ones with the Goddess of Judgment's contact information! She glanced at Big Daddy, her excitement practically bubbling over.
Big Daddy, who had remained silent during their encounter with Bella, finally exhaled, relief washing over him. His back was damp with cold sweat.
Even though they had exchanged only a few simple words, the oppressive aura radiating from the Goddess of Judgment had been overwhelming. She hadn't shown any hostility, but her mere presence was enough to make him feel like prey before a predator. It was a pressure he couldn't ignore.
Maybe his daughter hadn't felt it because she trusted Bella instinctively—or maybe Bella genuinely liked his daughter.
Regardless, Big Daddy knew the night's outcome was more than satisfactory. They hadn't earned a bounty from the Black Wolf Gang, but gaining even a sliver of goodwill from the Goddess of Judgment was priceless.
Inwardly, a trace of pride welled up in his heart. His daughter—the adorable little Super Killer Girl—had charmed even the most ruthless vigilante in New York. If that wasn't something to be proud of, what was?
"Come on, Super Killer Girl," he said, ruffling her hair as sirens wailed in the distance. "Time to go."
"Yes, sir!"
The massacre of the Black Wolf Gang by the Goddess of Judgment sent shockwaves through Hell's Kitchen.
Within minutes of the news spreading, fear gripped the local underworld.
The name "Goddess of Judgment" carried weight—an extraordinary level of terror and respect. And her sudden, decisive action left the city's criminals wondering: would she come for them next?
Unlike the jittery underground gangs, the city's officials weren't particularly concerned.
Not even S.H.I.E.L.D. or Tony Stark paid the event much attention.
The gangsters worried because their own lives and fortunes were at stake. But for the officials? The destruction of a gang was just another Tuesday.
If the Goddess of Judgment started targeting supernatural entities—those with ties to the government and classified operations—then they might take notice.
But a street gang?
Hardly worth a footnote.
At most, there were some passing comments about the Goddess being a bit heavy-handed.
The only one who paid real attention was Director George.
He had a personal reason—his daughter, Gwen, was friends with Angie, the girl who had nearly lost her life because of Johnny. George didn't draw any connections between Bella and the Goddess of Judgment, though. The idea was too absurd.
How could a slightly gifted college student compare to the terrifying figure who wiped out gangs and struck fear into hardened criminals?
George had checked Bella's background thoroughly. She was a top-tier student at Columbia University, a rising star in the academic world. She had completed her undergraduate studies in just two years and had already published several papers that caused a stir in the scientific community.
If anything, Columbia's professors were still lamenting that Bella had refused offers for postgraduate studies.
The timeline just didn't add up.
No genius, no matter how brilliant, could split their time between academic excellence and vigilante justice on such an extreme scale.
Besides, the personalities didn't match.
George shrugged off the suspicion, chalking it up to coincidence. In the end, he simply concluded that Johnny got what he deserved.
The authorities quickly moved in to clean up the remains of the Black Wolf Gang, confiscating assets and sweeping away their remnants without much fanfare.
Just like that, the Black Wolf Gang's name disappeared from New York's history, barely causing a ripple.
In the days that followed, there was no sign of the Goddess of Judgment.
The gangsters of Hell's Kitchen, still rattled, eventually relaxed. Life returned to normal, or at least as normal as it got in the underbelly of New York.
Meanwhile, Angie continued her recovery.
By the third day, she could eat, drink, and move around with ease.
There was even an unexpected incident.
The father of the reckless boy who had injured Angie visited the hospital the very next day. Bowing his head in shame, he insisted on covering all medical expenses.
It was clear from his anguished expression that the hefty bills were weighing heavily on him, but he accepted responsibility without complaint.
Angie, kind-hearted as ever, was initially angry but quickly forgave the boy. She even insisted on downgrading her hospital room from a private suite to a regular ward to lessen the financial burden.
Bella, unable to resist Angie's pleading eyes, reluctantly agreed.
However, Angie's father—the tough old man who had raised her—had a very different reaction.
When he heard that his daughter had almost died, he immediately packed his bags and drove from Fox to New York, a storm of fury in his wake.
He even dusted off an old Remington 870 pump-action shotgun—a weapon he had once used for bear hunting—and loudly declared that he would shoot the boy himself.
Bella found herself secretly cheering him on.
Unfortunately, Angie's tearful pleas calmed him down before any real damage could be done. Still, the old man brooded in the hospital corridors for hours, his anger simmering just below the surface.
It wasn't until Director George and his daughter Gwen paid a visit that the tension finally eased.
During the visit, George casually mentioned that the boy who had harmed Angie had been dealt with by the Goddess of Judgment herself—shot cleanly during the chaos at the Black Wolf Gang headquarters.
Upon hearing this, Angie's father's face lit up.
He declared himself an instant, lifelong fan of the Goddess of Judgment, praising her to the skies.
Angie and Bella exchanged helpless smiles at his enthusiasm.
Still, in their hearts, they couldn't help but feel a sense of quiet satisfaction.
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