Address Each Other Properly at the Dinner Table

After a friendly exchange, Bruce ultimately decided to magnanimously forgive Du Mu.

Although Du Mu had indeed screwed him over badly this time, no matter what, Du Mu had directly fulfilled his long-held wish and allowed him to reunite with his parents.

Setting aside the process and looking only at the outcome, it was absolutely a joyous occasion.

Having thought it through, Bruce no longer intended to pursue the matter of Du Mu tricking him. He even expressed his gratitude, saying he would remember this favor and, given the chance, would definitely beat the hell out of... repay him.

Du Mu was deeply moved. Bruce had finally understood his painstaking intentions. The kid had grown up.

He wiped away nonexistent tears before removing his foot from Bruce's chest and pulling him up. He said there was no need to draw such clear lines between them. They were family, after all. We are family.

The two exchanged smiles, shook hands, and made peace on the spot, returning to being teammates who superficially trusted each other.

Du Mu looked at Bruce's badly damaged armor and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Sorry, I didn't hold back just now. I didn't expect your Anti-Spider-Man Armor to be so fragile. I nearly turned you into a dead bat. Want me to fix it for you?"

Bruce's face darkened. "No need. This armor was an old model anyway. I was planning to retire it. And it's the Anti-Superman Armor."

"But didn't you just call it the Anti-Spider-Man Armor?"

"My mind wasn't clear earlier. It was a slip of the tongue. You knocked some sense into me."

"Oh, you should've said so earlier. Look at this misunderstanding. Since you're my nephew, I'll forgive you this time. Don't do it again."

Bruce's mouth twitched.

That bastard had definitely hidden