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Chapter 121 The Bizarre Adventure of Peter Parker
Ian took advantage of the flexible nature of the Indian holy armor, like a gorilla, and shuttled among the buildings of Hell's Kitchen.

Peter has just acquired the ability, and he is not the friendly neighbor, the little spider, who can freely shuttle in the city.

The threads he shot often fell through the air, got unsteady, and fell out of mid-air.

"Be careful!"

Ian's legs lengthened, hooked Peter before he hit the ground, his legs contracted, and he was thrown into the sky and onto the roof.

"Wow!"

Peter was lying on the roof, the thrill of the thrilling ups and downs made his heart beat wildly, and the blood vessels on the top of his head burst out.

He got up and said to Ian who landed firmly on the roof: "You stretch and shrink your hands and feet, it reminds me of Luffy in One Piece."

"Then I've let you down, the armor on me has nothing to do with One Piece."

Ian grabbed Peter by the shoulders and lifted him up, pointing to a small alley below and said: "This is an underground black boxing ring below, put away all the things that can prove your identity. I will take you to see it How cruel is the order in Hell's Kitchen?"

"Oh!"

Peter nodded blankly. He is a good student who has studied hard since he was a child. This is really the first time he has approached such a chaotic place, and he subconsciously obeyed Ian's instructions.

He took his student ID card, shopping card, and bus card out of his pocket, put them all in his schoolbag, and glued the schoolbag to the corner of the roof with spider silk.

"Well, you're on the right track!"

Ian gave Peter a thumbs up and encouraged him: "The superhuman ability is an extension of the body, not only can it be used in battle, but it can also make your life more convenient after you master it thoroughly."

"It's true that I can grab a drink and crisps on the table now in bed without getting up."

Peter recalled the night when he first gained the ability, he kept grabbing and throwing all kinds of things with spider threads.

"Although it is used for laziness, it can be regarded as an introduction to ability. You can try to make a device that sprays spider silk."

"I can shoot spider silk from my wrist, why do I need to go far to make a mechanical device?"

"No, no, the mechanical device can be used as a cover. When your enemy is happy to destroy the device, you can smear his face with spider silk, how happy it is.

Moreover, this kind of spider silk is very special, and when you meet a conscientious enterprise, you can exchange patents for money. "

Ian lifted the armor and took Peter down the fire escape, while not forgetting to pass on his experience against the enemy.

Peter nodded again and again, admiring this boy who looked about his own age.

Coming to the street, the young student walked straight to the underground club, but was grabbed by Ian and pulled back by the collar.

"In order to prevent the police and increase the speed of making money, such underground places use a membership system. We two strangers, unless we get in, we can only be blocked from the door."

"Then what should we do? Otherwise, let's change places!"

"Wherever you go, these venues are under the control of Jin Bing and his allies. The same rules apply to other places."

"What should I do?"

Peter scratched his head helplessly.

"Follow me." Ian snapped his fingers, led him to the side wall where no one was paying attention, and put the hanging ring on his hand.

It was useless in the DC world, so he put it away.

After making sure that there was no one around, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the wall, and the orange-red sparks swirled and expanded into a portal, directly connecting to the interior of the building.

"gone!"

Ian walked in directly, and Peter, who had never seen the world much, opened his mouth wide in shock at this series of technology and magic, unable to utter a word.

"This unscientific!"

"It's magic, of course it's not scientific."

Ian waved his hand: "Hurry up, don't fall behind! Although I don't mind clearing this underground boxing ring, today is mainly to open your eyes."

Peter didn't know what he was about to face, so he jumped excitedly and followed Ian excitedly, looking at everything in the ring very curiously.

Fortunately, this place does not lack rich young men who are bored and come out to find excitement, so Peter, who was pressed by Ian with a hat covering half of his face, did not attract the attention of others.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"'Wall' Billy vs. 'Iron Fist' Jack, fighting for hegemony, punching to the flesh, until the battle of life and death."

"Don't miss it, everyone, the odds are 1:10, hurry up and place your bet!"

"Horizontal wall, horizontal wall!"

"Iron Fist, Iron Fist!"

Middle-class men in bright suits and leather shoes gathered around the octagonal cage, waving the boxing tickets in their hands and shouting the boxer's name hoarsely.

They cast off the hypocrisy and politeness in daily life, and turned into the most primitive beasts, eager for bright red blood.

"These people, are they crazy?"

Standing in the stands and looking at the gamblers around the octagonal cage, Peter was taken aback by their fanaticism, and the delusions in his heart disappeared.

Ian said bluntly: "Before you and I came out, you were no different from these gamblers. Don't you also want to make money from boxing matches?"

"Well, I'm still different from these people."

Peter stammered and defended himself, saying: "My strength is improving very quickly now, even those old boxers are not my opponents."

"Do you think this is a world championship? Fairness, justice and openness don't exist here."

"Silly boy, come with me!"

Ian led him away from the stands and walked towards the lounge on the horizontal wall.

"This horizontal wall is a boxer who relied on his own strength. He is considered a dark horse. Many gamblers have made a fortune relying on him."

"The horizontal wall is happy, the gamblers are happy, and the casino is uncomfortable."

Ian led Peter around the security of the casino and came to the backstage, just in time to meet the people from the casino pouring medicine into the cup on the side wall.

"It's not fair!" Peter's eyes almost popped out, and he jumped out.

"Stop right now, I'm going to expose all your scandals."

"Ugh!"

Listening to Peter's threats, Ian covered his face with his hands.

In fact, he can let Peter watch the boxer being beaten to death in the ring, so that he can better understand the cruelty of the real world.

But Ian still softened his heart and didn't stop Peter.

"Where did you come from, this is Uncle Jin Bing's territory, get out of here quickly."

Even if they were discovered, the people in the casino still put the medicine into the water on the horizontal wall openly, and deliberately shook it again and again in front of Peter.

"Boy, not only did I take the medicine, but I also asked Hengqiang to drink all of this bottle of water. What can you do to me?"

Violence at the bottom is always direct and cruel in form, especially groups like these gangs that rely on blood to maintain themselves, and are used to using violence to maintain their authority.

Peter clenched his hands into fists, listening to the wild laughter of the casino thugs, his teeth could crush the iron.

boom!
Ian put on the Indian holy armor in an instant, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the thug's head, and pushed him directly into the locker.

"Next time you meet this kind of person, don't talk nonsense with them, beat them down first, and then reason."

"Fist is the only reason these scumbags understand."

Ian flicked his wrist and taught Peter his experience.

The young students were digesting these words, and there were many footsteps at the door.

"Whoever dares to cause trouble in Lao Tzu's territory, who is riding a horse, is courting death!"

A paunchy, balding middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth blocked the doorway, followed by a dozen thugs with automatic rifles, and more behind.

"Jin Bing's subordinates are at this level! You don't have any vision at all. I really don't know how you all became gangsters!"

Ian replaced the Indian holy armor with the Egyptian holy armor. The golden light and the golden dragon scales complement each other, forming an indestructible defense of King Kong.

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