Marvel starts with Drive as a Knight

Chapter 51, Peter Parker

A sneer appeared on Mu En's face. He didn't want to cause trouble but that didn't mean he was afraid of it.

He stood up and prepared to teach this arrogant guy a lesson, but the little bullied guy grabbed Mu En.

"Forget about it, classmate. He's Flash, he's on the school team."

Mu En patted his shoulder.

"It's okay. When you meet someone like this, you're afraid that he will become more arrogant, so you have to teach him a lesson."

As he spoke, Mu En faced Flush head-on.

This action attracted everyone to gather around. Someone actually dared to challenge Flash Flash. What could be more interesting than this?

As more and more people gathered, Flash was not afraid. Instead, he became more and more excited, as if he really enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

"Hey, Asian guy, you said you were going to teach me a lesson, who do you think you are? Bruce Lee? Ah-da! Jeet Kune Do?"

Flash laughed and did one of Bruce Lee's signature moves, then rushed forward with a strong step using his tall stature.

Mu En remained calm, dodged to the side, and used the force of the punch to hit Flash on the left rib, causing him to collapse.

After this summer's training, Mu En's physical fitness is no longer comparable to that of his peers. Especially when dealing with a guy who only grows muscles but not brains, it's not easy at all.

He looked back at the little punching bag and spoke.

"Remember, blindly tolerating will only make them think you are easy to bully. Only when you stand up and tell them that you are not easy to mess with will they be afraid of you."

When Mu En said this, the boys and girls in the classroom screamed.

Then, Muen was called to the office, and of course Flush as well.

After being severely criticized by the dean of studies, the matter was considered over.

"Well, please wait."

On the way home, a slightly familiar voice called Mu En.

Mu En was stunned and looked back. It was the little bully from today. However, when Mu En saw his face clearly, he was a little surprised. There was a familiar look between the eyebrows of this little guy. Mu En seemed to have seen him somewhere.

The little punched bag saw Mu En stop and walked quickly forward.

"Hello, my name is Peter Parker, thank you so much today."

Mu En's mind exploded immediately. When he first arrived at school, he was still wondering if he would meet Peter, and he actually met him. Damn, the leading actress of Marvel. The little Peter in front of him looked a bit like Garfield's version of Peter, and his overall appearance was closer to Holland, but no matter what, he was definitely a handsome boy.

But now he looks very upset, I'm afraid he is not yet the Spider-Man who can fly over rooftops and walls.

"It's okay. I'm not doing this all for you. My name is Mu En."

Mu En extended his right hand in a friendly manner. Little Peter rubbed his hands on his clothes and then held Mu En's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Judging from the direction you're walking, do you live in Queens?"

Mu En nodded. He vaguely remembered that little Peter also lived in Queens, but he had never met Peter. One reason was that when he had no classes, he always studied with his teacher. Another reason was that the villa bought by his teacher was on the edge of Queens, bordering the Brooklyn neighborhood, and a bit far from the center of Queens.

"That's great, we can go home together after school."

Little Peter was a little excited. After all, Mu En's performance today had successfully attracted a lot of people's attention. An oriental boy who knew Kung Fu was mysterious just to think about it.

The two chatted as they walked. Although Peter looked weak, his ability to chatter was definitely not acquired after he became Spider-Man. Along the way, he kept asking Mu En questions.

"Are you Oriental?"

"Yes."

"Are you Chinese?"

"Yes."

"Wow, this is so cool. Do you Chinese people know Kung Fu?"

As he spoke, little Peter posed in a few places. After attracting the attention of several passers-by, he shyly hid behind Mu En.

Mu En found it a little funny looking at Peter in front of him. The future Spider-Man would actually be like this. He was really cute.

"Well, not all Chinese people know Kung Fu. In fact, we are all the same. Our lives are very ordinary."

"really?"

Peter was a little disappointed, as he thought everyone in China knew Kung Fu.

"What is China like?"

Mu En scratched his head. How should he put it? He had never been to the China in this universe, but it should be similar to the world of his previous generation.

But Mu En still shrugged.

"Sorry, although I am Chinese, I grew up here."

"Oh fine."

Peter shrugged and said yes, then asked again with a curious look on his face.

"So did you use Kung Fu to defeat Flush today?"

"No, it's just ordinary fighting skills."

"Cool, you actually know martial arts, can you teach me? I always think people who know martial arts are handsome. Of course, it would be even more handsome if they knew kung fu. They can fly over rooftops and walls, protect their bodies with true qi, and even create a dragon with one palm."

A dragon was created by one palm strike. The more Mu En listened, the more outrageous it seemed to him. He asked with a helpless smile.

"No, Peter, who told me that someone who knows Kung Fu can create a dragon with one palm strike?"

Peter scratched his head.

"Isn't it? I saw it in the comics and on Chinese TV, and it was filmed like this. That guy even shouted "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" when he attacked."

Mu En was speechless. My goodness, Spider-Man has also been poisoned by TV. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was probably from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils. But how did this TV series get introduced to Country M?

Before I knew it, I had arrived outside little Peter's house and saw a man getting out of a car.

"Uncle Ben, I'm back."

The slightly plump middle-aged man turned around, saw Peter and waved with a smile.

"Haha, welcome back Peter. Oh, is this your new friend Peter?"

Mu En looked at the uncle in front of him who looked somewhat familiar and greeted him.

"Hello Uncle Ben, my name is Muen, and I'm Peter's classmate."

"Haha, hello, Mu En, I'm glad that you want to be friends with our Parker."

Uncle Ben said to Mu En happily.

Mu En looked at Uncle Ben's kind smile and suddenly asked.

"Uncle Ben, have you ever been a volunteer at the Valentine Welfare Home?"

"Oh yes, I did do it there a long time ago, how did you know."

Mu En smiled. That was right. When he was still in the orphanage, there was an old man with a smile on his face who was willing to play with a group of little guys of different skin colors. As fate would have it, that old man turned out to be little Peter's uncle.

"Uncle Ben, I haven't seen you for a long time. I used to live in the Valentine Orphanage."

Chapter 52: You are guilty and must die

"Oh, really? Then we really are destined to meet. Don't stand outside the door anymore. Come in and sit down."

Uncle Ben opened the door and greeted Mu En warmly. Little Peter was also very happy. He didn't expect that his uncle had met Mu En a long time ago.

"Ben, you're back. Parker is back too. Who is this?"

A woman walked out from the inner room. It was obvious that this woman was little Parker's Aunt May.

"Mei, this is Parker's classmate, and also the kid who came out of Valentine."

"Oh, please come in, kid. I just baked some cookies and you guys are back just in time."

The family greeted Mu En warmly. Mu En felt a long-lost feeling from them, the feeling of family. It was a pity that he was an outsider.

"How old were you when you left Valentine, child?"

Aunt Mei handed over a cup of hot tea and asked with concern.

Mu En took the hot tea and said.

"Thank you, Aunt May. I was adopted by my teacher when I was six, but after that I would return to Valentine every year to visit everyone."

The three chatted one after another. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were both warm-hearted and good people. When they were young, they were enthusiastic about charity. Not only the Valentine Welfare House, but also many places that needed help could see them. But as they got older, their energy could no longer support them to do so much charity.

In addition, Uncle Ben was laid off by the company and lost his stable income. Now Uncle Ben can only do odd jobs outside to make a living. However, no matter how many setbacks life has, it cannot defeat the family's optimistic attitude.

"It's getting late, I should go back too. Thank you, Uncle Ben, thank you, Aunt May, the cookies are delicious."

Mu En expressed his sincere gratitude to the two elders, not only because they invited him to their home today, but also because he was grateful to them for leaving him with beautiful memories in his childhood.

"Goodbye Peter, see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye Muen."

Looking at Mu En's departing back, Uncle Ben couldn't help but sigh.

"What a polite and good kid. It would be great if the kids from the welfare home could be like him."

"Okay Ben, let's go back."

Mu En walked to the corner of the street and looked back at Peter's house again when he turned.

The wheel of fate is rolling, in the future little Peter will become Spider-Man, and Uncle Ben...

Mu En subconsciously clenched his fists.

“Don’t worry Uncle Ben, now that I have appeared in your destiny, I will never let that kind of unfortunate thing happen.”

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In a basement somewhere in New York, the light is dim. On a tattered square table is placed weapons and ammunition. On top of the weapons and ammunition are two black leather bags. Under the open zippers of the leather bags, they are filled with banknotes.

In the dim light, a black figure appeared with a cigar in his mouth.

"I brought you what you wanted, US dollars, weapons, and enough ammunition. Did you bring me what I wanted?"

On the other side of the table, a large hand covered with scars grabbed a leather bag and tore it open. It took out a stack of banknotes and checked them. After confirming that they were genuine, it signaled the men beside it to take out a black box.

The man in the shadow took the box.

"Do you mind if I check the goods?"

"Please help yourself. We in the Pocket Gang never do anything fake."

The man in the dark shadow showed a hint of disdain in his eyes, but he did not show it too much.

He opened the box, which was filled with chunks of divided paste-like substance. He took out a small device from his pocket, and a needle popped out from the device and pierced the goods.

"Very good and pure, a good batch of goods, happy transaction."

"That's natural, happy trading."

The man hidden in the shadows closed the box and left.

Seeing that the man had left, the Pocket Gang's brothers could no longer hold anything and rushed forward to fight for the money and weapons on the table.

"Hahahaha, boss, we got rich this time."

"Yes, this much money is enough for us to live lavishly for a while."

"Haha, tonight I'm going to let those chicks in the nightclub know how powerful I am."

......

Just when the younger brothers were feeling smug, the boss of the Pocket Gang slammed the table.

"A bunch of idiots, are you satisfied with just making this little money?"

"Boss!"

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect the boss to suddenly get angry. Isn't the boss usually the happiest?

"Do you know why I added weapons as a requirement in this transaction?"

A bunch of boys shook their heads, saying that their boss was very wise and powerful and they couldn't guess what he was thinking.