At this moment, the lights on the stage exploded.
"Good evening everyone! We are Extreme Band!" Mark's roar echoed throughout the audience.
Mary Jane stood in front of the microphone, singing loudly along with the explosive guitar intro. Her vocal range was extremely wide and her ability to control the scene was amazing, instantly pushing the atmosphere of the entire party to the highest peak.
Peter looked at Mary Jane on the stage and secretly admired in his heart that this girl might really become a superstar in this world.
But his attention was quickly attracted by this group of "Street Rats Gang".
As the music reached its climax, the teenagers who were spreading drugs began to retreat back one after another. And their leader, a strong man about forty years old with a shaved head and a pistol on his waist, was also walking towards the side tunnel with a few followers.
Peter's eyes turned cold.
It seems that tonight's entertainment activities are in order.
He took off his outer vest, tore off a few strips and covered his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. Then he quietly slipped into the shadows and followed.
Deep in the tunnel, several gang members were talking in low voices.
"These new recruits are doing well," the bald man said gruffly, "Give them a commission."
"Boss, do you really want to give them some money?" His subordinates were a little reluctant.
"How many times have I taught you, Tony," the bald boss spat, "Let the brats below get the benefits, and they won't stab you in the back!"
"I have written this sentence down."
A faint voice suddenly came from above their heads.
"Who?!"
Before anyone could react, Peter had already fallen from the sky and hit the bald man in the stomach with a heavy stomp!
Bang!
The bald boss screamed, and flew backwards like a shrimp, hitting the wall hard. Peter took advantage of the situation to do a backflip, and his legs swept like iron whips. There were two crisp sounds, and the arms of the two men next to him were broken on the spot!
"Ah--!"
"Looking for death!" The henchman named Tony took out Dagger and stabbed him. Peter dodged sideways and hit him in the face with a powerful punch.
The sound of broken nose bones was particularly clear, and Tony collapsed to the ground without even humming.
The remaining subordinate pulled out his pistol in horror. Peter's Spider-Sense gave an instant warning. The moment the opponent pulled the trigger, he turned his head to avoid the bullet, stepped forward, slapped the pistol away with his palm, then grabbed the opponent's collar and smashed it against the wall!
In just a few seconds, the entire team was wiped out.
The bald boss collapsed on the ground, clutching his abdomen and panting violently. Peter slowly stepped forward and pressed his index finger on his temple.
The weak blue bioelectricity penetrated into the brain along the fingertips. The bald man rolled his eyes and fainted completely.
Peter took off the vest strips on his face, put on his clothes again, and patted the dust on his hands. But just as he was about to leave, his movements suddenly stopped.
At the exit of the tunnel, a blond girl was looking at him with wide eyes.
She was wearing a woolen hat, a loose denim jacket and a short skirt. She was holding food wrapped in newspapers in her arms and looking at Peter like a monster.
The two looked at each other.
The girl looked at the gang members scattered on the ground, and then at Peter. The fear in her eyes quickly magnified, and she opened her mouth and exclaimed:
"Ah--!"
She turned around and ran away!
Peter cursed lowly, exerted force on his feet, and instantly turned into an afterimage and chased after him.
He rolled in the air and landed heavily in front of the girl, blocking the way. The girl couldn't brake in time and fell to the floor. She crawled back in horror and blocked her face with her injured arm. "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
Peter was a little helpless and slowed down his tone. "I won't hurt you, don't be afraid, and don't run."
The girl was stunned for a moment and looked at him timidly. "... the people behind you, did you kill them?"
"They are not dead, they just fainted." Peter explained, "Except for a few broken bones, they are doing well."
"Ah!"
The girl's mood became slightly more stable. "You... why did you hit them?"
"Because they are bad drug dealers," Peter reached out, "They were selling drugs to minors at parties, so I dealt with them."
The girl hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand to hold Peter's hand and stood up. "Because of this? Are you crazy? Risking your life to fight gangsters?"
Peter smiled, "My father and my uncle often say that with great power comes great responsibility. Since you see bad things, someone has to stand up and take care of them."
The girl looked at him complicatedly, the vigilance in her eyes gradually fading away. "My... my name is Tandy."
"Hello, Tandy, my name is Peter." Peter responded with a smile, "But then again, why are you coming to a place like this in the middle of the night?"
Tandy lowered his head with some inferiority. "I want to find... a place to sleep."
Peter sighed. Looking at the obviously abnormal swelling on her right arm, he raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong with your arm?"
Tandy subconsciously shrank her arms, but finally opened her sleeves - only to see that her right arm was covered with shocking purple bruises, and the joints had been severely deformed.
"They were beaten by people from Street Rats Gang." Tandy whispered, "They lured homeless children with free drugs. I tried to stop them, so I got beaten. Several of my friends were even forced to join... They said they would kill us if we didn't obey."
Peter There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.