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"Getting back to the point, where exactly did your abilities come from?"

Bruce made no attempt to hide the probing intent behind his question.

In his judgment, Du Mu had not gone out of his way to conceal his thoughts. His attitude was so casual it was practically slovenly.

Beating around the bush with someone like this was a complete waste of time. Asking directly was the most efficient approach and made it easier to extract useful information.

"That's a long story."

Du Mu's expression suddenly turned grave. His gaze slowly drifted toward the ceiling, as though he were tracing back an especially distant memory.

"It was back in high school. I got bitten by a radioactive spider at a school science fair. After that, my body began to mutate, and I gained abilities far beyond those of ordinary people."

"Later, my uncle had an accident. Before he died, he taught me a lesson: with great power..."

"Comes great responsibility."

Bruce finished the sentence expressionlessly. "If I remember correctly, that's Peter Parker's story."

Du Mu looked astonished. "You little bat actually read Marvel comics?"

"I know a little."

Bruce's tone was flat.

In fact, he had Alfred collect every Spider-Man-related publication on the market, including every Marvel comic involving Spider-Man.

He then spent several full days reading every last page of them.

His understanding of Spider-Man now ran deeper than that of most die-hard fans.

Du Mu chuckled. "Then you should know that every world has its own Spider-Man, and I'm this world's Spider-Man."

Bruce coldly pointed out, "As far as I know, Spider-Man doesn't kill people."

Du Mu immediately retorted, "That's a stereotype. I know a Spider-Man Noir. Not only does he kill people, he fights with guns too. Besides, I didn't kill anyone. I just put them to