Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 101 The most familiar person
Matt felt confused as he experienced this strange and novel experience.

After all, even in the context of modern medicine, it is difficult for anyone to understand what it feels like to have an organ slowly growing out of their body.

Well, although I say it was slow, it actually only took less than five minutes.

Anyone with a little knowledge of biology can realize how mysterious this matter is.

Matt felt a little dizzy and felt strange and weird about the thing that suddenly grew in his eye socket.

Darkness was the first color Matt saw.

Some say that what a blind person sees is not darkness, but nothingness... For Matt, that's pretty much it.

Although his senses are extremely sharp, the special effects in movies and TV series are only used as a visual expression of film and television works.

Matt couldn't actually 'see' those images; they were just automatically generated in his mind.

And now...darkness replaced them.

Everything that was heard, felt, and smelled was shrouded in this darkness.

Then, little stars lit up in the darkness.

Matt blinked, and the image transmitted by his optic nerve matched perfectly with his other senses.

He finally saw the man standing in front of him who was treating his eyes.

It’s really strange.

Matt laughed at his own thoughts.

Now, even if I see Fudge, I will feel strange...

"I……"

Matt wanted to say something, but was confused.

Were my eyes really healed inexplicably?

He looked at his hands... These hands had no calluses, were smooth and delicate, like those of a college student who had never touched water.

Although he has been exercising for a long time, he takes good care of his hands in his spare time.

Because he needs his sense of touch to act as his own eyes.

The calloused hands can only slightly resist the pain during the fight.

"Thank you." As a lawyer who relies on words to change a verdict, Matt felt the insignificance of words for the second time.

The first time was when he realized that no matter what evidence he presented or how many laws the defendant had violated, he could not send a bastard who raped a little girl to jail.

So he put on his nightgown and beat up the man who had been fooling around after leaving the court. He knocked out all his teeth, broke his hand bones, and finally destroyed his tools.

At that moment, he felt something more powerful than words - a fist.

At this moment, no matter how hard Matt racked his brains, he couldn't think of another word to replace the word thank you.

Du Mu waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, because I need to ask others to help me with some treatment later... Little friend, I will use your good luck first."

Matt was stunned by Du Mu's words. What does it mean to improve one's character?

Before you borrow money, should you lend some money to others first? That's too mysterious.

Matt thought Du Mu was joking and laughed, but was suddenly stunned.

He keenly noticed the key word: "Little friend?"

Matt asked with an emphasis, confused.

Du Mu looked at Matt and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Although when he helped the other person, it was simply because of the other person's daily good deeds that made Du Mu, a capable man, willing to spend five minutes to do a little favor.

But now that I think about it, I wonder if Matt's senses can be improved...

Even if it doesn't work, based on the other party's foundation, he can at least help me increase my Qi content a little bit, right?

Du Mu smiled and said, "Yes, I learned my eye treatment skills from those children. Do you want to meet them?"

Through exercise?
vigilance.

It’s not that Matt thinks too much, but after spending so much time in a place like Hell’s Kitchen, it’s hard for him to think too highly of people.

Even Matt's law firm has been numb to the fact that several poor families that it had helped free of charge had turned against them and defaulted on the agreed upon lawyer fees so many times.

Du Mu's sudden kindness was so contrary to his past experience that it was hard not to think there was some hidden agenda.

For example, digging out someone's eyes and then healing them to train your own superpowers...

Matt didn't think about it any further. After all, this was completely malicious speculation, especially since the other person had just healed his eyes and it seemed that he had nothing to do with the enemy he was currently fighting. Thinking like this was purely groundless and malicious slander.

Even though Matt couldn't help but think badly of the kindness he couldn't understand because of his past experience, he would never be rude to the person who had just cured him.

Matt then said with a serious face: "Thank you very much for your help. I really don't have any money to repay you, but since you know my true identity, from now on, whenever you have any legal needs, you can come to me."

Well, not bad.

After all, Du Mu still has to run Dashun, and he will always have to purchase various resources and technologies. Sometimes he may really need some lawyers' help on the legal level.

He took action this time simply because he met a superhero who he happened to be able to treat, and he did it casually. Now it seems that there are many benefits.

"Okay, I won't be polite then." Du Mu said with a smile: "If you want to find me in the future, or go to my martial arts gym, you can find Spider-Man, he can take you there."

Spiderman?
Matt didn't expect that the other party was also connected to Spider-Man.

But when he heard the name Spider-Man, Matt finally felt relieved, and felt a little ashamed of the speculation he had just made in his mind.

Since he is Spider-Man's friend, there must be no conspiracy.

Because Spider-Man is a good person who helps others as his daily behavior. When others help him, he takes it for granted, just like Spider-Man casually saves a child who falls into the water.

Such kindness became understandable, and Matt's original anxiety finally settled down completely.

His smile became sincere, and his words were full of gratitude: "Okay... Thank you again, Mr. Du Mu!"

Du Mu smiled and waved his hand, then... in Matt's astonished eyes, he flew away on the flying sword.

and many more?

Matt stood on the rooftop, watching Du Mu fly away on the flying sword with his mouth wide open.

Only then did he notice that the other person was wearing ancient costume.

But Matt couldn't see pictures after all. He lacked a lot of superficial information during his growth and couldn't recognize that Du Mu's outfit was from the East.

But the temperament can be expressed without words. This kind of otherworldly demeanor, which seems like that of a banished immortal, can shock people even without a cultural foundation.

Matt finally knew why the other party suddenly appeared. It turned out that he saw him when he was flying in the sky.

Fortunately... Fortunately, when I escaped, I ran to the rooftop.

Matt sighed and wanted to leave, but when he took a step, he suddenly felt awkward.

Finally, he put the mask back on his eyes, and the information about the surrounding environment reappeared in his mind in three dimensions, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

His previous senses were still there, he just wasn't comfortable using his eyes to process information and take actions.

I need to train myself well in this regard after I go back. I can't have an extra sense that would otherwise reduce my combat effectiveness.

But... after all, it's not the same as usual.

When Matt left the rooftop, this different feeling became more and more obvious.

When he was on the rooftop, he opened his eyes and saw the images around him. After he closed his eyes again, the images did not disappear.

In the past, the picture in his mind was a 3D model without textures, but now... only the rooftop part of the map has a model.

Matt couldn't help it. When he came to a rooftop again, he heard the hustle and bustle of the whole city, vehicles, pedestrians, and noise...

He took off his blindfold.

In an instant, the entire city flooded into his eyes.

The lights are bright, the neon lights are dazzling, and the vehicles on the road are flashing red lights to slow down.

Every person on the street is no longer just a simple coordinate. Their skin color, hairstyle, clothing, and outfit, from the color and neatness, can tell their class, mood, and where they are from at a glance. Matt instantly received information that was several times more complex than before, making him feel dizzy, as if he had taken LSD, and he almost lost his balance and fell off the roof.

He quickly held onto the billboard next to him. The bright lights stimulated Matt's eyes, making him shed physiological tears like a newborn baby seeing the light for the first time.

But Matt still watched it all greedily, watching people talking and lip movements, watching the distinct colors of each buzzing car, watching all the buildings with outlines blown by the wind, and the time information revealed through the mottled walls.

This time, Matt no longer shuttled between skyscrapers like a superhero.

He walked out into the street, and for the first time he took out his cane without any disguise.

He was like a country bumpkin who had come to New York for the first time, curious about everything. Even if others looked at him with caution and suspicion, Matt would curiously stare at them for several seconds and quickly look away before the other person became completely enraged.

Finally, he arrived at the door of his own law firm.

Looking at the door of the law firm, Matt suddenly realized...

It turns out that wooden doors really do show the texture of the wood.

"Duh duh duh."

Matt reached out and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a long time, a voice came from the door: "Who is it? It's so late. We are off work. You should come back tomorrow to find a lawyer."

"Fudge, it's me." Matt opened his mouth, paused for a moment, concealed his nervousness, and spoke calmly.

"Matt? Didn't you go back to the rental house? Did you forget to bring your keys? Do you need help?"

When Fudge heard Matt's voice, he no longer cared about his image. He simply put on a coat and ran out to open the door.

At the same time, he wondered what difficulties Matt had encountered.

In the past, he had always been very independent. When taking the bus or going home, he could remember all the information on the way and handle everything in an orderly manner. He even forgot that the other person was actually a blind person who had a very difficult life.

Fudge showed a guilty look. The moment he was about to open the door, he thought in his heart, should he live with Matt in the future? Anyway, they were in the same dormitory in college, and sharing a house could reduce the rent expenses, so that he could help Matt.

But when he was about to speak, he looked into Matt's eyes and froze.

The moment Matt saw Fudge, his vision became blurred.

He blinked in confusion, then realized that it was physiological tears again.

The light in the house is really strong.

Oh, the lights are not on. It seems that the light coming in from the window is too strong.

Matt looked at Fudge, at his chubby figure, his haggard face due to recent stress, and his concerned expression...

Matt couldn't help but smile.

It seems that what I thought before was wrong...

Even though it was the first time I saw Fudge's face, it didn't look unfamiliar at all.

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When Peter brought Du Mu to Osborne, he felt a little awkward.

Because he didn't know how to bring Du Mu in.

When Peter first came, he stole a visiting student badge. Later, he was hired by Connors and became his laboratory assistant, officially becoming a small employee in Oscorp.

It was this job that finally freed Peter from his identity as a super delivery man and turned him into a pure superhero.

But Du Mu...

Peter turned his head and looked at his master's conspicuous ancient costume. Since he was an Oriental, there was no way he could get in by using someone else's brand name.

Du Mu patted Peter on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Just go find Dr. Connors. Don't worry about me. I will go up by myself."

Peter had no choice but to trust his master.

So he walked into the Osborne Building alone. After entering the lobby, Peter looked back at the door, but was surprised to find that his master was no longer there.

Afterwards, he squeezed into a transparent elevator surrounded by glass. Surrounded by Osborn employees, he kept looking around, but still didn't see his master anywhere.

Finally, when Peter entered the office floor belonging to Connors and just came out of the elevator, Du Mu greeted him at the elevator door: "Let's go, although I have seen where Dr. Connors is, I still need your introduction."

Peter's eyes widened. He looked at his master, then at the elevator. "Wait, Master, when did you do this? Even if you can fly, people will notice you, right? How did you…"

Du Mu looked at Peter, then looked at the surrounding surveillance cameras.

Ever since Du Mu used magic power to form a transparent plate, his understanding of light has deepened a lot. Now he can directly pass through several magic power layers and refract light against each other, making himself completely invisible and no longer looking like a moving Gaussian blurred block.

Basically, it is to make the scene behind you turn a corner and put it in front. In fact, there is no technical content. The main thing is to have the ability to control the magic power accurately, otherwise the light will easily become blurred.

Peter only had true energy in his body, so he had no way of learning this technique. Therefore, Du Mu was too lazy to explain it in detail and just walked in front.

When they arrived at the door of Connors' laboratory, Peter realized that he seemed to have forgotten to show his master the way...

Never mind, just get to the place.

Peter finally took a step forward, walked in front of his master, and gently pushed the door open.

I saw a man in a white research suit, looking at a pile of materials with a frown and silence.

Although this middle-aged man has a lot of hair and is not bald like the average mental worker, his hair is mixed with gray hair, and it is obvious that he is under a lot of pressure in his daily life.

He looked haggard and tired, with one hand supporting his philtrum, thinking about something, while the other hand was just a sleeve, floating in the air.

Obviously this was Dr. Connors. The feature of his one-arm was too conspicuous, so Du Mu didn't need Peter's guidance and was able to discover the other party at the first time.

Connors noticed someone coming in and looked up to see it was Peter and a man he didn't recognize.

He wanted to smile at Peter, but because of the man's dress, he looked surprised.

In a high-tech company, the appearance of a man wearing a long robe and ancient oriental attire was really too abrupt.

"Dr. Connors, this is my... uh, martial arts master."

The reason why Peter hesitated was not because he thought it was shameful to recognize someone else as a master, but because he was wondering whether he should hide his fighting ability.

But Peter said master, which means master or master. Connors immediately showed a strange expression.

Martial arts master, what are you doing in the laboratory?
He looked at Du Mu's body and he didn't seem to be disabled.

"I'm sorry Peter, although you often tend to be late and leave early sometimes, it doesn't matter because you do your job well."

Connors rubbed his brows helplessly. "But... bringing irrelevant people into the laboratory is really a bit too much. Even if we don't consider the leakage of Osborne Group's commercial secrets, if this gentleman accidentally comes into contact with some pathogen, we will be in trouble."

This was already a very euphemistic statement, Peter quickly explained: "No, Master, he just heard that your technology can repair human disabilities, and he has adopted many disabled children, so in order to save them, he also wants to help."

Adopted a lot of disabled children?
This calmed Connors's displeasure a little, but a person's moral level has nothing to do with his scientific level.

So when Connors heard the word "help", he still felt both amused and confused.

Just looking at Peter's serious expression, Connors slowly put away his contempt.

Peter is sometimes a little insensitive and impetuous, but he is a child with a strong scientific literacy. He is not one of those idiots who only care about money and interests and dictate experimental results. He should be able to tell what kind of people can provide help.

But after all, these experiments are still the trade secrets of the Osborne Group. Allowing an outsider to have access to them, even if Connors is a business novice, knows that this is not the way to go.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm. If possible, you can discuss with the people in Osborne Group to see if they will allow you to participate in this project... or become my assistant like Peter?"

After Connors finished the first half of the sentence, he realized that the other party was not necessarily another company, but an individual like Peter.

It was just that this man's calm temperament made him unconsciously regard the other party as some big shot, so he subconsciously told the other party to contact the Osborne Group first, but he forgot that he could be recruited together with Peter and directly serve as a working subordinate.

Du Mu felt the atmosphere of the laboratory and suddenly asked, "Norman Osborn is about to collapse? Is he also waiting for the results of your experiment?"

Connors was stunned. If he said this to others, the other party might subconsciously suspect that he was a commercial spy and was trying to trick him.

Connors was simply wondering how the other party knew that.

He took off his glasses and put them on the table, rubbed his eyes, and sighed: "Yes, I didn't expect you to know this..."

"They forced you to conduct human experiments immediately?" Du Mu spoke again.

This time, Connors was really surprised. He looked up at Du Mu and asked, "How did you know that?"

Peter was also shocked: "Harry's father is about to collapse?"

(End of this chapter)