S.H.I.E.L.D. and Sentry had a competitive relationship. Their top agents often crossed paths during missions—not always clashing directly, but the tension was there.
Harley Quinn walked into the kitchen. "Natalie, I'm here to help!"
Sister Widow's expression softened. This kind, cheerful Harley was the only person who made her feel warm here.
She whispered, "Harley… how can you bear that Taoist priest? Look at the women out there! Don't tell me you're fine with this."
Harley grinned. "Natalie, you misunderstand him. He's a gentleman."
"A gentleman? Harley… are you blind? Look outside—those girls would devour him!" Sister Widow pressed her hand to her forehead, exasperated by Harley's naïveté.
She wiped dishwater on her face in frustration. Harley whispered, "Zhizhi's little sisters were scammed out of a lot of money by that scumbag. Luckily, the Taoist priest asked Ada Wang to intervene. Otherwise, that guy would have run back to Europe. They came to thank the Taoist priest."
Sister Widow slowly pieced it together. "How could he be so good… offering services for free?"
Harley didn't elaborate. Truth be told, Natalie was stunning—better figure, better charm. Harley felt a twinge of threat, but if Natalie disliked the Taoist priest… that wouldn't be a bad thing.
Lin Chen politely sent Zhizhi and the others on their way, sipping tea as he relaxed.
Rang Rang! Sister Widow picked up a mop and started scrubbing the floor, accidentally kicking at Lin Chen's feet—fortunately, he moved quickly.
He didn't get angry. After all, it was normal for a top S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to grumble while playing housewife.
That night, Catwoman arrived in an old sedan.
She stepped onto the catwalk and entered Lin Chen's shop. "The baby's dead! Stinky Taoist priest, do you know I had to do manual labor today?!"
She grabbed a cup of tea from Lin Chen's table and drank it.
Lin Chen smiled. "Manual labor worth a million USD, huh? You could've invoiced me next time."
Catwoman blinked, her large, bright eyes sparkling. "Impossible! I'd rather die!"
Sister Widow peeked, thinking: What did this guy do now?
Harley took the widow sister aside. "Sister Catwoman, this is our new friend, Natalie."
Catwoman froze. The woman in front of her was pale, stunning, and strikingly courageous—clearly a formidable presence.
Sister Widow, seeing Catwoman, also stiffened. The woman radiated Hepburn-like elegance and a killer figure.
Both women felt they had met their lifelong rivals. Their eyes locked, filled with silent challenge.
Lin Chen glanced between them and sighed. "Cao Thief's illness is relapsing… my life is hard."
Catwoman extended her hand. "Name's Selena. You're a little short, aren't you?"
The widow sister reached out in return. "Natalie. And your mouth is a bit big."
The two stared at each other, scrutinizing every detail.
Lin Chen smiled. "You're all right… but a little insecure."
The murderous glances immediately turned toward him.
Lin Chen stretched and moved aside, letting their eyes meet. Harley Quinn hurried to mediate.
Sure enough… Lin Chen thought. She has the aura of a strong woman—definitely worth cultivating.
The smoke in the shop dissipated. Lin Chen warmed some borscht soup for Catwoman as a reward for her hard work.
"Well… it's delicious. Not worth my effort," Catwoman finished quickly, pointing to her car. "A hundred million USD is in the trunk—you can manage it yourself."
Lin Chen waved. "I trust you. Learning through money is always effective."
Catwoman's eyes teared. "Penguin returned a billion… I can only handle one million. My tears are dried up!"
"This money isn't safe. It could attract trouble," Lin Chen warned.
"I know. I'm just complaining. But I want to drive this car away! You'll never catch me!"
Lin Chen handed her a tissue. "What am I doing? You can run to the moon—I'll still retrieve it. You'll never escape from my hands."
Catwoman grabbed the tissue. "Take advantage of the old lady while you can."
Sister Widow's eyes widened. The trunk actually holds 100 million USD? Are these two insane, or just flaunting the law?
Lin Chen considered and said, "Move the money into the store for now, deposit it in the bank tomorrow."
He looked at Sister Widow. "Hurry up with your work. You're too soft and gained weight."
Catwoman opened the trunk. 100 million USD filled it perfectly. Sister Widow was stunned. What is this stinky Taoist doing? Making so much money…
She moved some cash into the store and noticed Lin Chen had paid Catwoman one million USD for her labor. She felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Boss, I want some of that too!" Sister Widow winked.
Lin Chen pulled out a stack of ten-thousand-dollar bills.
"Ten thousand?! Sister Widow was speechless but reluctantly accepted it.
Lin Chen handed her a single hundred-dollar note from the stack. "This is your reward for working hard and not causing trouble."
"Only a hundred?!" Sister Widow pounced on it.
"Too little?" Lin Chen pretended to reconsider.
She resisted angrily, clutching the hundred, refusing to let go.
"There are still plenty of people in Gotham who need help. We'll spend tonight spreading some of this money around."
Harley happily linked arms with Catwoman on her left and Sister Widow on her right. "Oye, tonight's gonna be fun!"
The four drove through Gotham's slums, distributing cash to each household and even the homeless under bridges.
"Roar! Roar! I didn't steal anything like this!" Catwoman leaned against the car, panting.
"It's fine. A million isn't enough to overwhelm me," Sister Widow said, gradually warming to Catwoman.
Lin Chen and Harley held hands, smiling.
"Master, it's so good to do good deeds with you," Harley said, her eyes glowing with admiration.
Catwoman and Sister Widow exchanged glances, both still wary. Harley shook her head in frustration.
Boom! A black motorcycle approached—Batman.
Lin Chen beckoned. "Brother, what are you doing wandering around at night?"
"Master, the clown escaped from the prison van. I'm chasing him," Batman stopped the bike. "What are you doing here?"
Lin Chen pointed to the trunk. "The clown stole Penguin's money. I found the address, and he gave me 10%."
Harley added quickly, "Taoist priest, we need to donate 90%! It's for the poor."
Batman sighed. "If everyone in Gotham were like the priest, the city would be beautiful."
"Employees under a tight-fisted boss like him can only survive on the northwest wind," Sister Widow muttered, remembering her hundred-dollar reward.
Batman's eyes lit up. This beauty… could this be my true destiny?!