Chapter 75: Rebellious little girl, angry!
"dad?"

As soon as Gwen opened the door, she saw her father sitting upright on the sofa.

“Why don’t you turn on the light?”

She said as she opened the door to the room.

The light in the living room immediately dispelled the darkness.

"We need to talk, Gwen."

George Stacy's expression was extremely serious, which made Gwen stop what she was doing.

She felt a little guilty.

Did Dad see what I did just now?

I don’t know what happened or why I suddenly became so bold.

When she and Peter separated downstairs, she couldn't help but kiss him.

Maybe it was really like Peter said, I was poisoned.

I shouldn't be so casual.

At least this is completely different from what I imagined.

For ordinary people, there should be less romance.

Romance in the eyes of normal people involves things like greeting cards, roses and diamonds.

According to this standard, what she and Peter did in the swimming pool was not romantic.

but
I am not an ordinary person, our relationship is very pure.

Gwen's mind was full of thoughts, and she started to have wild thoughts.

"About what? Dad."

Gwen asked, pretending to be dumb, even though she knew what her father was going to say.

George said sternly: "I have no objection to you getting too close to Peter, but you have to know what you are doing."

George Stacy was very angry at this time. He felt like the little cotton-padded jacket he had raised for many years was leaking.

"I don't know what you are thinking, Gwen, but I must remind you that you should not do anything beyond your age at this age!"

Gwen looked up at her father with her lagoon blue eyes, "I don't understand, Dad."

George Stacy shook his head and said with disappointment, "No, you know exactly what I'm saying, Gwen. You disappoint me."

Gwen somehow rebelled in her heart, and she said to her father:

"I don't understand what you're thinking, Dad. Every night, you take the subway to Forest Hills to go home, shoulder to shoulder with the people you protect and the people you serve."

Gwen's tone became excited. "When you look into someone's eyes, you can see more of the real other person. You can see yourself clearly. This is your life. This is the life you taught me. But I can't tell, Dad, what you are thinking when you look into my eyes."

George's brows furrowed as he listened to Gwen's excited words.

He said to Gwen, "That has nothing to do with what we are talking about now, Gwen."

"Of course it does."

Gwen tried to calm herself down, "Dad, I don't need you to tell me what is right and what is wrong and then I have to obey. I know what I am doing."

George Stacy frowned even more tightly.

He could feel that his daughter seemed to be detaching from him.

And it was obvious that she would rather believe Peter's ideas than listen to her father's teachings.

"You haven't grown up enough for this, Gwen."

George's tone became increasingly severe.

"Dad, I'm an adult now."

Gwen was in a very bad mood today. She said to her father, "Sometimes I even doubt, Dad, maybe what you said to Peter in the police station that day was not just crazy talk after you lost your mind. Maybe you really thought so."

George's expression became uglier. "What?" "Maybe you really don't like Peter and don't want us to be together."

Gwen stared at her father's face and said in a serious tone: "You think he will hurt me, but in fact, he has been protecting me. He saved me when I was impulsive like a fool."

"Yes, I like him, Dad, and I hope you don't bother."

George Stacy looked at his stubborn daughter in shock.

Is this still the well-behaved and sensible daughter from before?
Now I have been taught like this by that kid Peter!
He instantly became filled with anger.

at the same time.

Peter was walking on the street holding an umbrella.

He had no idea at this time that Gwen had started arguing with George again in order to defend herself.

And he has been targeted by Sheriff George for "harming his own daughter".

After nightfall, the sky became overcast and drizzled again, and the whole city was shrouded in a gray hue.

Peter held an umbrella and recalled Gwen's abnormal behavior during the day.

The smell of volatile oils and the like in the air is likely to be the culprit of all this.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled out the note from Miss Fish's pocket.

On it was Helen Nolan's address.

The Cannes neighborhood in Brooklyn is an unsafe area where good and bad people mix together.

The roads here are crisscrossed like a web woven by a drunk spider, and are full of potholes.

Finally, he followed the address on the note and came to a house.

Emblazoned on the house are three black, rusted iron numbers: 965.

This Victorian-style building is very eye-catching in this area.

Looking at the building in the rain, Peter put away the yellow leave approval slip in his hand and rang the doorbell.

A cold wind blew by, rolling up the fallen leaves on the porch, tangling the wind chimes together and making a messy tinkling sound.

Shortly after I rang the doorbell, the door opened automatically.

Peter frowned, put away his umbrella, and entered the dark building that didn't look like anyone was living there.

As soon as I entered the room, the door slammed shut.

Suddenly!

A flash of cold light pierced towards him in the darkness.

For a half-alien being like him, darkness not only does not block his vision, but is instead an excellent battlefield for him.

Peter dodged the sharp blade coming from the darkness and his arm was instantly covered with a black exoskeleton.

With a whistling sound, the fist went precisely towards the opponent's throat.

The target of the attack in the dark did not seem to be an ordinary character. He held the sharp metal blade against his chest, as if trying to resist Peter's attack.

With a "bang", the dull sound of metal colliding with flesh was heard.

Even though the attacking shadow blocked Peter's attack, he did not expect the opponent to be so powerful.

A huge force flowed along the weapon, transmitted to the black shadow's arms and body, knocking him back.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of footsteps on the ground was heard, and the black shadow took several steps back and hit the wall heavily.

Then another black shadow wielded a samurai sword and attacked him.

Peter's eyesight allowed him to see clearly in the darkness, and the other person was a guy wearing a red ninja costume.

The whole body, including the face, was wrapped in a red uniform, leaving only a pair of emotionless eyes exposed.

(End of this chapter)