America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“It was because of a fight over parking spaces; I took the parking space you wanted,” Peter said.

"Oh, it's this script."

Before the match began, Peter and Wade put on a little embarrassing act, so awkward that they were practically digging their toes into the ground, before finally getting to the fighting segment.

Wade made the first move. As a former assassin, Wade aimed to incapacitate his opponents with every move. Like Peter, he was famous for defeating his opponents with a single move in the previous preliminaries.

However, Wade met Peter today, and Peter rendered all of Wade's killer moves ineffective.

Wade ambushed Peter, punching him in the chin. Peter didn't budge, but Wade felt a bit of pain in his fist.

"What did you eat to grow up like this?" Wade shouted.

“Milk and toast,” Peter replied.

Taking advantage of Peter's distraction while answering a question, Wade slammed his forehead into Peter's head. Peter was unaffected, but Wade's excessive force knocked him unconscious.

"one……"

"two……"

"……ten!!"

"Red Spider wins!!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as everyone celebrated "Red Spider's" easy victory once again.

A doctor in a white coat squatted down next to Wade, intending to remove his mask to check on him, when Wade immediately sat up from the ground.

“I’m fine! No need to call an ambulance for me,” Wade shouted.

“Okay. If you feel dizzy, nauseous, or want to vomit, it could be a concussion,” the doctor told Wade.

Wade looked around, and as he stood up, an empty plastic bottle flew over and hit him on the head. His head deflected the bottle, and it fell to the ground.

The plastic bottle hitting the ground seemed to trigger a signal, and more random things were thrown at Wade.

The people who threw things were originally Deadpool fans, but now they've become Deadpool haters.

"Match-fixing!"

"Rematch!"

"Go eat shit, Deadpool!"

Geneva! Refund!

Peter looked worriedly at the Deadpool haters and asked, "Will he be alright?"

"It's hard to say," Li Qun said.

Wade jumped onto the roof of a car and played a game of jumping on the roofs of cars in the parking lot. He quickly fled the game site, with a dozen excited fans chasing after him. The group ran away in a frenzy.

"I need to make a copy of the precious footage of Deadpool's defeat and keep it safe."

Li Qun was holding Harry's Canon home video camera; the match had ended in less than three minutes.

“It’s such a shame Harry couldn’t see today’s match,” Gwen said.

"Let's go home," Li Qun said.

Hey! Move aside, don't block the road!

Holding a fighting match in a parking lot certainly provides more space, but it's terrible for people who drive in the parking lot.

Gwen honked the horn loudly, and the others in the car also honked their horns.

"I'll go down and reason with them."

Li Qun opened the door and got out of the car. Gwen watched worriedly as Li Qun walked towards the car blocking the road.

The driver of the car blocking the road also got out of his car, seemingly wanting to reason with Li Qun as well.

The driver had just raised his fist when Liqun made him lie down on the ground.

The driver passed out. Li Qun opened the car door, shoved the driver into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and drove the other car away.

"So this is how you reason things out?" Stephanie exclaimed.

“This is much better than the small theater performances I do,” Peter commented.

Li Qun parked his car on the side of the road and walked back to the parking lot.

“Liqun, you’re so reliable,” Stephanie said.

“Learning kung fu is so that you can better reason with others. If you don’t reason with them, then you’ve learned kung fu for nothing,” Li Qun said to Stephanie with a smile.

Gwen successfully drove the car out of the parking lot.

……

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"Mr. Norman."

"Mr. Leopold, is there anything I can help you with?"

Norman Osborne adjusted his glasses and glanced at the former Duke Leopold, who lived in the house.

“Perhaps this is a bit presumptuous of me to ask, but are there some rooms in the house that are hidden?” Leopold asked.

“A hidden room? How could that be? I didn’t know anything about that,” Norman said earnestly to Leopold.

"Could you come with me for a moment?"

Norman took off his glasses and followed Leopold into the study.

"In my memory, this room was very large, but now it's only a third of the way there."

“This wall has divided the original room into two parts,” Leopold said.

"Is there nothing behind this wall?"

Norman walked to the wall and banged on it hard.

“It’s a brick wall,” Leopold said.

Chapter 191 The Secret Chamber

Leopold and Norman Osborn found hammers and started chiseling at the wall.

As the original owner of the mansion, Leopold knew every detail of it intimately.

The two men chiseled a hole in the wall, about the size of a door. A musty smell emanated from the hole, which was pitch black on the other side.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” Norman said, turning to Leopold.

"of course."

“Especially don’t tell Harry,” Norman said.

“I won’t tell him,” Leopold said.

Norman found a flashlight and shone it into the hole in the wall.

“Please open the window,” Norman said to Leopold.

Leopold opened all the windows in the study, and air flowed out from the holes he had drilled in the wall, creating a well-ventilated space on the other side of the wall.

There's something inside.

Since it was well-ventilated, Norman boldly went inside, with Leopold following behind him.

“What a huge painting.” Norman shone his flashlight on the ceiling, letting the reflection illuminate the secret space.

"This is……"

“It’s not a modern or contemporary artwork,” Leopold simply concluded, drawing on his knowledge of art authentication.

The huge painting that was hidden was a landscape painting, depicting a snow-capped mountain peak.

"Is it valuable?" Norman asked.

“Without an author’s signature, it might be worth some money, but it would need to be authenticated by a professional,” Leopold replied.

"Let it stay here."

“This place can be used as a storage room,” Norman said.

Norman and Leopold emerged from the secret room, retrieved cleaning tools, and began cleaning, removing the brick fragments and tidying up the entire room.

“Leopold, you don’t seem to know how to do cleaning,” Norman said to Leopold with a smile.

"I rarely have the opportunity to clean."

"What do you think of Harry?" Norman asked.

"Young Master Harry is a very nice person."

"What else?"

“I think he’ll be very popular with girls,” Leopold replied.

Norman was somewhat disappointed with Leopold's answer.

“Mr. Norman, what kind of answer would you like to hear?” Leopold asked.

"I do not know."

“I’m an ordinary person in my uncle’s eyes, but I never think so,” Leopold said.

“Harry’s mediocrity is not the same as your mediocrity,” Norman said, looking at Leopold.

“People shouldn’t compare themselves to each other; comparison will alienate people,” Leopold said.

“Harry is never satisfying. Has he ever satisfied you?” Norman asked Leopold.

"I think Harry satisfied me."

“He works very hard at everything he learns, striving to reach the limit of what he can achieve. Perhaps his limit is a bit low, but at least he tried,” Leopold replied.

"Among his peers, he wasn't the most outstanding, but at least he was a good person, not a bad one."

“Hmm.” Norman nodded.

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