Peter Parker stared warily at the young man who was waving at him.
He was no idiot. In fact, for someone as intelligent as him who was often bullied and toyed with, he understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Moreover, Saber's appearance was a little too vicious.
To be able to become the football star of Midtown High School, Thompson could definitely be said to be strong and fit. He was tall and strong, and no one in the entire high school was his match. Furthermore, the neighborhood where Thompson came from was not very safe, and this guy had also trained his tyrannical fighting skills since he was young.
However, none of that mattered to this young man who was even thinner than Thompson. His first punch had completely destroyed Thompson's counterattack. Parker had observed clearly that Saber hadn't used his full strength in that punch.
For such a ruthless person to extend a helping hand to him in such a situation, Parker couldn't help but ponder over the implications. In his memory, he didn't seem to have such a powerful friend. His family only had him, Uncle Ben, and Aunt Mei left, and they wouldn't have known such a friend.
Then, who was he?
The suspicion in Parker's eyes didn't escape Saber's eyes. When he saw that Parker didn't step forward, he shrugged disinterestedly. He turned around and punched the wailing Thompson again.
"Your howls are so unpleasant!"
This punch caused the tall football player's eyes to widen. The pain almost made him faint. No matter how strong he was, he was just an ordinary person. Seiber tilted his head and looked at the other three students. The three students who were trembling in fear from the violent scene took a step back when Seiber turned to look at them. In the end, they saw Seiber curling his finger at them.
The meaning was clear. The three of them looked at each other and finally walked towards Saber with bitter expressions.
"B-boss, we didn't mean to bully Parker … It's Thompson, he asked us to come with him!"
One of them said in a trembling voice. Before Saber could speak, another hurriedly promised, "We promise we won't bully Parker again! We promise! "
"En …"
Seiber turned to look at Thompson. His eyes were filled with disbelief and hatred. His lips curled into a playful smile. He reached out his hand and patted the three students on their shoulders as they stared blankly at him.
"You have to study hard and become a good student, do you understand?"
"…"
The three of them didn't know how to answer. Saber snorted coldly.
"Hmm?"
A sinister snort brought the three of them back to their senses. They hurriedly promised, "Alright! We must study hard! Boss … can we leave now? "
"Take him with you. This poor guy will have to stay in the hospital for half a month."
Saber instructed before squatting down and patting Thompson's face. "You have to be a good student too, understand?"
Thompson really wanted to punch the man in the face and tell him, "It's none of your business whether I study or not!" But when he felt Saber's finger on his face and felt the pain all over his body, his words changed.
"En, I … I understand, Boss."
"Alright, take him with you."
Saber waved his hand and the three stupefied students hurriedly lifted Thompson and ran out of the alley. But before they could take more than a few steps, they were stopped by Saber.
"Hey!"
"Swoosh!"
The three of them stopped abruptly, and the poor Thompson in their arms was flung away. He rolled a few times on the ground, and the heavy blow pushed his endurance to the limit. Under the dual effects of pain and humiliation, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"What's the matter, Boss?"
The bravest of the three students turned around and asked politely. Seiber pointed at Parker's glasses that were smashed to pieces on the ground and said loudly, "You're right, Mr. Parker, you're right.
"Since you want to be a good student, shouldn't you compensate for breaking other people's belongings? Or, do you want me to fork out the money? "
And so, five minutes later, the three of them ran out of the alley with the fainted Thompson in their arms. They saw two police officers stopped outside the alley by two men wearing sunglasses. They didn't even look at the three of them.
Forget it, she was someone with connections.
With this, the three of them completely extinguished any thoughts of revenge. They carried Thompson and ran away. In the alley, Saber counted the crumpled notes in his hand and walked towards Parker. He stuffed two-thirds of the money into his hand and waved at him before walking out of the alley.
Throughout this process, the two of them didn't even make eye contact, let alone talk.
Seeing Saber's figure disappear out of the alley, Parker was dumbfounded. He thought Parker would ask him to do something illegal. After all, his aura was too similar to that of those lawless thugs. The young man looked at the money in his hand. Although he didn't count it, it was far more than the price of his glasses.
Parker gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up his broken glasses. He then wiped the blood off his face and carried his dirt-stained bag as he dashed out of the alley. However, Seiber was nowhere to be seen.
Parker finally understood that Saber didn't covet anything from him. He really came purely to help. This kind of help for no reason caused an indescribable feeling to surge in Parker's heart. His eyes stung and he hurriedly covered his eyes and turned around. A few minutes later, he walked back to his house with big strides.
When most of the people around you were bullying and humiliating you, a person who truly appeared to help you would always leave a deep impression on you. Of course, until Saber ate and drank to his heart's content in Chinatown and returned to the hotel where he stayed, he still didn't know what the child's name was.
He didn't care about these things. He would do whatever he wanted to do. Moreover, helping a child who dared to resist was more than just pure happiness. It was a feeling of having one's ideals understood.
"Doing good things really makes people happy!"
Saber shaved his teeth and walked out of the elevator. Catherine was at the Pride couple's house. He had just spoken to her on the phone. The little girl was very happy. Although the Pride couple had lost their previous memories, they truly treated her like a daughter. This made the little girl's trace of regret very quickly filled up. Agent Metzger seemed to have disappeared from his life. He would probably only appear on the day he went to see Professor Charles.
Therefore, the current Saber could be said to be absolutely alone. He planned to go back to his room to sleep, and then experience the nightlife of the metropolis at night. In Gotham, that damned place, anyone who went out at night would be at risk. Saber wouldn't take the risk of being robbed.
He wasn't some big bat with a heart of justice. That guy's biological clock had probably been turned upside down, right?
However, just as Saber walked out of the elevator, he was stunned for a moment. This was because a person was standing in front of his door, tugging and pulling at the hotel's waiter.
Most importantly, he knew this guy.
"Mr. Saber!"
Parker, who had changed into a new pair of glasses, struggled to get rid of the waiter's entanglement and ran to Saber's side. He raised his head to look at him and stretched out the thing he was holding tightly in his hand. It was a stack of neatly folded banknotes.
Surprised, Seiber looked at the child whom he had saved four to five hours ago. There were still two bruises on the child's face, and he looked rather pathetic. Seiber looked at the money in the child's hand and waved his hand to signal to the waiter that the child was fine.
"Interesting … How did you find me? You even know my name? "
Saber snorted and ignored Parker and the money he handed over. Instead, he walked forward, took out his room card, and opened the door.
"Uh, I remembered your face. After I got home, I did a little research on the internet …"
Parker stopped abruptly. He realized that the method he used to find Seiber wasn't as honorable as he thought, so he decided to just tell them the result.
"I found the room record of the hotel you lived in, and then I asked Uncle Ben to send me here."
Saber, who had carried out countless missions, knew what Parker did. He was just surprised by Parker's age. He was just a high school student. He didn't see that under this nerd's temperament, there was a hacker with superb means.
Saber was sure that SHIELD had a complete monitoring system for him, but since Agent Plum didn't warn him, it meant that Parker didn't trigger SHIELD's monitoring system when he was "looking" for him. Considering Parker's age, this was amazing.
Hence, Seiber gestured to Parker.
"Come in, kid."
Parker scratched his head awkwardly when he saw the smile on Seiber's face.
"Um … Uncle Ben is waiting for me downstairs, Mr. Saber. I'm here to pay back the money. I can't take this money."
After that, he pointed to his glasses. "It won't cost that much to get a new pair of glasses. You should take them back."
"So you think I'm giving you charity?"
Saber's tone became dangerous. This guy was very good at pretending to be a bad guy. After hearing that cold tone, Parker couldn't help but take a step back. Obviously, the scene of how Saber killed Thompson was still vivid in his mind. Approaching, Saber grinned and a bright smile appeared on his face.
"Then let your Uncle Ben come up with you. I'm suddenly very interested in you, kid. Don't worry, I'm not a bad guy. Come on, let's talk about how you were bullied in school and the things you need to know. By the way, what's your name again?"
"Peter Parker, sir, you can just call me Parker!"
Seiber looked at the shy student who was scratching his head and shrugged.
"Alright, Parker, you can leave now. But I have to say, you might not know what kind of situation you put yourself in by finding out my identity through the network. You might not know what kind of organization is monitoring me. Let's put it this way, this network is to prevent me from doing something bad. I didn't plan to do anything bad in New York, but now …"
Seiber stretched out a finger and pointed at Parker, who was still in a daze.
"Little Fish, you've barged in, so call your Uncle Ben in too. I can guarantee that after this chat, I won't take the initiative to tell them about you invading their surveillance network, but I can't guarantee that they won't take the initiative to look for you."
After that, he turned his body to the side and revealed the door to the room.
"How about it? Do you want to have a chat? "
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