By the time the three of them got home, May immediately noticed something was wrong.
Her eyes widened. "Did you get into a fight?"
None of them dared look at May. Shang-Chi lowered his head.
To be precise, he had beaten those guys up.
As the strongest warrior personally trained by Wenwu, taking on a few high school students was like Tyson storming a kindergarten.
Peter and Ned hadn't let their friend fight alone. They had joined in too.
They had pinned down Jim the bully and, abandoning any notion of fair play, beaten him two against one until he cried.
Only then did they realize that Jim, the so-called bully, was just another kid their age. He wasn't any stronger than them; he just acted intimidating.
None of the three dared look at May.
May hadn't expected the three kids in her care to arrange a fight with someone.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
May had no choice but to answer it.
"John." Her expression softened a little when she saw him.
John asked, "Is Shang-Chi here?"
He had come over shortly after finishing his call with Wenwu.
He looked inside. The three boys stood in the living room like they had done something wrong.
Seeing them, an uncharitable thought popped into John's head. Signal bars.
From shortest to tallest, they were Ned, Peter, and Shang-Chi.
The three stood in a row.
John heard the whole story from Shang-Chi.
May stood beside him with an expression that said, What are you going to do about this?
"First of all," John said with a smile, instead of flying into the rage they had expected, "well done, all three of you."
"Huh?" Shang-Chi raised his head. He hadn't expected John to say that.
"Shang-Sean stood up for his friends,