In the evening, Gu Shanna stayed in the kitchen to make soup while reading the comments from the netizens.

Compared to Weibo, Instagram was not very convenient to use, so she was extra careful, afraid that she would click on something wrong.

"When will the restaurant open?"

"Will there be a food tasting event?"

"Will there be gifts on the first day?"

"Will there be coupons?"

…

These were all comments that appeared frequently, and were also a good way to promote the restaurant. Gu Shanna took screenshots and posted them in the chat group.

The employees in the group quickly responded.

Gebbi: [Yes, there will be a food tasting event.]

Jamie: [You can't have gifts!

Madam, we are on the verge of bankruptcy.]

Peter: [According to my research, the residents of this street will not participate in the food tasting. We may have to go a little further away.]

Gebbi: [Why?]

Peter: [The old restaurant has left too much psychological trauma on them.]

Gebbi: […]

These few short sentences made Gu Shanna cry. It was really the fault of the predecessors, and the descendants had to take the blame.

Therefore, she tried to change the name of the restaurant to disassociate it from the old restaurant, but the system heartlessly rejected her. The reason was very righteous.

[Successor of socialism, this is a test for you.]

Gu Shanna was so angry that she wanted to flip the table. Test my ass! Why should our pure and innocent new restaurant be dragged down by the bad reputation of the old restaurant?

[This test can be skipped with money. Required amount: 100 million US dollars.]

Gu Shanna: "…"

If she had 100 million US dollars, she would not have to go bald just to save money on publicity!!!

If only there was some kind of magic that could make the residents of the entire street lose their memories and completely forget the horrible taste of the old restaurant.

After thinking for a while, Gu Shanna could only say to the employees: [The food tasting can wait for a while. Let's use the most primitive method, which is to distribute flyers on the street …]

Other than the flyers that they printed themselves, some of them were sponsored by Damien. The style of the flyers was similar to the flyers of the assassin service. The colors were bold, and the text was scary. They could probably only be distributed in streets with a lot of young people.

Gu Shanna still remembered the most interesting sentence: "After eating this beef testicles, your strength will be greater than Batman's!

After I finish this bucket of Ganges water, I'll still be a Gotham citizen in my next life! "

She didn't even care about the fact that Damien couldn't tell the difference between the Ganges and the Yellow River. She was just curious about how his father, Batman, would feel when he read this paragraph.

Also, it was imperative to educate the Gotham citizens about the correct history and food culture of Huaxia.

Furthermore, the restaurant urgently needed to hire a professional, experienced, and energetic store manager. With such a large store and three hungry employees, she couldn't possibly feed them all by herself! Ahhhh!

*

After replying "no problem" in the group, Peter put on his hood and walked through the bustling crowd to his rented apartment.

Actually, with the subsidies given by the newspaper, Peter could have stayed in a better hotel, but he always kept in mind that he was here as an undercover agent. Therefore, he kept everything simple and thought of ways to portray himself as an ordinary unemployed youth.

Elemental particles?

How about Huihuihuihuihuihuihuihuihuihuibaoyi?

Pan Jun?

Leaning against the wall?

Kuo Kuo Suo

Peter sometimes wondered if it was because he looked poor.

Pan Ke?

Eclipse Centipede?

Pine trees, jealousy, and harmonious habits?

Round Patting Rui Wei to reward you?

Yu Yu?

Noon?

Swallow?

Mental exhaustion

The apartment had been built for a long time. Not only were the furnishings old, but the services were also not up to date. There wasn't even a decent front desk service. There was only an old security guard, who was almost eighty years old and could barely hear, at the entrance.

Peter had only been here for two months, but he had already caught fifteen thieves, seven peeping toms, and five perverts who harassed women. It was hard to imagine how the residents here lived before he came here.

If the theme of "City of Sin" was about such crimes, Peter alone could finish the entire year's demand.

After greeting the old security guard, Peter took out his access card and was about to swipe it when he heard Mr. Stark's exclusive ringtone.

Without any hesitation, Peter immediately picked up the phone and said in disbelief, "Mr. Stark?"

"Kid, I'm waiting for you at the back door of the apartment." Tony Stark's voice was still casual. "Come over quickly, I can't stay for long."

"Coming!"

Peter said as he stuffed the access card into his backpack. He walked through the empty first-floor corridor because all the residents were working outside and pushed open the back door with a rusty lock.

A luxurious car that was eye-catching in every detail was parked there quietly. Happy stood outside the driver's seat with his belly out and stretched his neck to look in the direction he came from.

When he saw Peter, his eyes lit up and he gestured for him to get into the car.

Peter looked around and after confirming that no one was following him, he ran over, opened the door, and jumped into the car. He gave the well-dressed middle-aged man in the back seat a big hug. "Mr. Stark!"

"Aiyaya, you little brat, you scared me. Why are you being so mushy!"

Tony said with disdain, but his arms hugged the man honestly. "Tsk, why do you seem to have become stronger?"

"The restaurant's staff meal is too delicious."

Peter let go, his eyes shining with excitement. "Mr. Stark, why are you here?"

Tony looked at the young man in front of him. Thousands of complicated thoughts were at the tip of his tongue, but they turned into a simple sentence. "The alarm in Gotham rang."

Thinking about how Peter was undercover in Gotham alone and could not reveal his identity to cooperate with the government, nor did he have any weapons to back him up, Tony panicked and rushed over on a plane in the middle of the night. He was afraid that something might have happened to the kid.

Fortunately, the kid seemed to be in good condition. His skin was smooth and there were no visible new injuries. He had even put on some weight. Tony, who always compared himself to an old father, was relieved.

Peter was stunned. "What's wrong?"

Tony said seriously, "Eric Lancher, also known as Magneto, is now the chairman of Lanshell Group. His main business is selling electrical appliances and his side business is collecting waste.

Natasha has checked and found that he has been active in Gotham recently. His purpose is unknown. The alarm is for him. "

Lan- Lanshell Group?

The kitchen equipment in the restaurant seemed to be bought from his house. The lady boss was also a lucky customer and received a $100,000 top-up card.

Peter was not there when the equipment was signed. Later, when he heard Gebbi talk about the situation, he had a moment of suspicion. However, when he thought about Magneto's style of doing things, he thought that it was just someone with the same name.

He did not expect that it was really the same person!

Oh my god!

Magneto had stopped working in electrical appliances. What future did the rest of his friends in the electrical appliance industry have?

With his old man's destructive power, with just one High

Five's hand gesture, the opponent's factory would be uprooted in an instant. It would either fly across the Atlantic Ocean and disappear, or it would be smashed into powder in the air.

Peter's mouth was wide open. He was at a loss for words.

Tony did not understand. "What's wrong, kid?"

"Nothing." Peter suppressed his desire to complain. "I-I will pay attention to his whereabouts."

"Once you find his whereabouts, report it immediately."

It was rare for Tony to put on a serious face. It was obvious that this was a serious matter. "Gotham is not New York. This is someone else's territory."

Peter felt that when Mr. Stark said "someone else," his tone was contemptuous and defensive. At the same time, there was a hint of admiration.

Peter was confused by his complicated emotions. He could not help but ask, "Mr. Stark, who is this' someone else '?"

Tony returned to his usual playfulness. "Kid, don't worry about this. You should focus on being a small spy in the newspaper."

Peter argued, "I'm already an adult."

"Yes, you're already an adult. That's amazing."

Tony smiled and pulled out a handful of hair. "Hey, you're really a kid. Why is your hair so soft?"

Peter let him mess with his hair, but he said, "This has nothing to do with age. It's mainly about genes."

"Kid, you even know how to talk back." Tony laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Go up. I can't stay for long. I'm leaving now."

Peter was slightly disappointed that they had to part after just meeting. However, he still obediently carried his backpack. "Goodbye, Mr. Stark."

"Goodbye, Peter." Tony patted him encouragingly. "Do your best!

Everyone is waiting for you to go back! "

*

A moment later, Peter stood in the old and narrow elevator of the apartment. He repeatedly thought about Mr. Stark's words, "This is someone else's territory."

He was never an obedient child. Perhaps on the surface, he was very opinionated. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to become a reporter.

Someone else's territory?

Who was this someone else?

Peter pondered. A few names of powerful and rich people in Gotham flashed through his mind.

Someone that even Mr. Stark was wary of. Perhaps he was in the same industry?

The elevator slowly and painstakingly climbed to the eighth floor, and the door slowly and painstakingly opened. Peter walked out carefully, afraid that his movements would cause the equipment, which was older than him, to collapse on the spot.

After he walked out, the elevator door did not slowly and painstakingly close. Instead, it made a crisp clicking sound, as if a piece of paper was stuck somewhere.

Peter looked in the direction of the sound. Indeed, he saw something like a half-page of a brochure stuck in the middle of the door.

He reached out and pulled the paper out. The crisp clicking sound immediately stopped, and the elevator door finally closed slowly and painstakingly.

Peter walked to the trash can. Before he threw it away, he casually glanced at the paper in his hand and was stunned.

[… The Son of Devil helps you!

The package only costs five thousand dollars. Chase your enemy to the end of the world!

Crushing their bones and scattering their ashes is super easy. It only takes three seconds!

Contact number: xxxxx

】

Peter did not know who had made the brochure, but he recognized the string of numbers at the bottom. In the package that Gu Shanna had brought back, one of the sender's contact numbers was this string of numbers.

Peter remembered that Gu Shanna had said that it was a brochure for a restaurant sponsored by a friend. It seemed to be called Damien?

Peter held the half-page of dirty paper in his hand for a few seconds. He turned around and searched the corridor.

He was lucky. Soon, he found an undamaged brochure at the door of a house at the end of the corridor.

[Who is the best assassin service?

The Son of Devil helps you!

Beheading, skinning, and cutting, the Son of Devil helps you!

The package only costs five thousand dollars. Chase your enemy to the end of the world!

Crushing their bones and scattering their ashes is super easy. It only takes three seconds!

Contact number: xxxxx

】

Normally, Peter would just laugh at this kind of childish writing.

But for some reason, this brochure exuded a special aura of "I'm serious" from the inside out, which made him deeply uneasy.

Peter looked at the text and muttered, "The Son of Devil."

It seemed that he had a theme to write for this episode of "City of Sin."