The Big Devil in the American Comics World

Chapter 8 08. Where is Peter Parker?

Gym.

Li Xingzhou pumped up his true energy and waved his hand violently. His forearm suddenly turned into a blurry afterimage that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. His fingertips even made a whoosh sound, making a sound like a sharp blade tearing through the air.

If this hand knife were cut on a human body, it could easily cut the skin and muscles, and even break the bones.

Li Xingzhou stood seven steps away from the sandbag and slapped the sandbag in the air.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and a palm print dent appeared in the air on the sandbag. It took a while before it slowly rebounded.

Li Xingzhou flicked the barbell ten steps away again, and the barbell plates immediately made a clanging sound, and then buzzed and trembled for a while.

"The palm power can be used to hit the air seven steps away, and the finger power can be used to hit the target ten steps away. The power is quite impressive. Yes, Zhenqi Martial Arts is barely usable."

The force of the palm can move seven steps in the air, and the force of the fingers can move ten steps in the air. Of course, it is nothing to Li Xingzhou.

Just talking about martial arts, among Li Xingzhou's nine previous lives, at his peak, the innate realm's air-cleaving palm power could open monuments and crack rocks seven feet away, and his self-created "Innate Invisible Sword Qi" could even point to the sword Qi. , as far as ten feet away, splitting gold and breaking jade - many rookies who are in the early stage of Qi refining, their power when they first learn spells is only at this level.

Now the palm strength can only hit seven steps, and the finger strength can only hit ten steps. It still lacks the sharpness like a blade, and it is much inferior to what it used to be.

But Li Xingzhou was quite satisfied.

After all, he has just started to re-cultivate, and he has only been practicing formally for a long time. It is already considered a good achievement to achieve this.

…

At six o'clock in the evening, before the night business started, Li Xingzhou had dinner and called several key members of the store to have a small meeting.

Well, he only has three key people in total——

Andrew, a spirited young man who worked his way up from the black slums, is brave and fierce, has good skills and is full of loyalty. Although he looks fierce, his eyes that are not polluted by knowledge are extremely clear.

Harry, the white young man, is the one with a rectangular face and a bobbed hair. Not only is he a sharp shooter, but he is also proficient in using various long and short firearms. He also has a good level of knowledge. He dropped out of school in his second year of high school. He can do mental calculations of addition and subtraction within a hundred without using a calculator. Law.

The last one is the old man Bansel left behind by his father in this life.

Bancel is thirty-seven years old this year. He is a thin, elegant and gentle white man with gold-rimmed eyes. He also has the highest level of knowledge. Although he only went to high school due to family changes, he is motivated and self-disciplined. After dropping out of school, he insisted on self-study. He once attended Brooklyn College for three years and was the most capable assistant of Leonardo and his son.

These three people are considered the core members of Li Xingzhou's small group.

As for other people in the venue, such as security guards, DJs, bartenders, etc., they can only be regarded as peripheral horses, and some are just serious wage earners.

"Harry, how about the noon date?"

After the three key members arrived, Li Xingzhou first asked the white young man Harry about his dating status.

Harry shook his head in frustration:

"It sucks...she says I'm a good person, but she only sees me as a good friend..."

Poor Harry.

Li Xingzhou glanced at Harry's bangs and bob with a look that was hard to explain, comforted him casually, and decisively changed the subject:

"I have to go out to do errands tonight. If there is any trouble that cannot be solved in the store, just call me and I should be able to get back in time."

After hearing this, Andrew asked excitedly:

"Boss, are you going to help Mr. Fisk collect the bill tonight? Take me with you!"

Mr. Fiske is naturally Li Xingzhou’s “old man” Jin Bin.

Kingpin's famous name is Wilson Fisk, and he stands in the Kingpin Building, his hometown in Hell's Kitchen. The official name is also the "Fisk Building".

"It's not about collecting bills." Li Xingzhou said calmly: "It's a personal matter, so it's inconvenient to take you with me."

"Private matter?" Andrew winked: "Is it a date?"

Li Xingzhou did not answer the topic, knocked on his desk with his fingers, and said:

"Okay, let's get down to business. Banser, is there any trouble in the store these days?"

"A little thing."

Bancel took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped the lenses, and said slowly:.

"Last night, two outsiders sneaked into our store to sell medicine and were caught by security. I have dealt with them, but there may be a little trouble in the future, because they claim to be a new gang called the 'Blood Hand Gang' Gang people.”

Bancel always spoke like this, speaking slowly and calmly, with a bit of a London accent, sounding like an old-school gentleman from the foggy city.

On the outside, he also wears a suit, tie, and gold-rimmed glasses. He looks elegant, but in fact he is quite cold and ruthless, and he is a typical thug in a suit.

"The Bloody Hand Gang?" Li Xingzhou searched his memory and shook his head: "I've never heard of it. Who knows the origins of this Bloody Hand Gang?"

"I've heard about this gang, and the gang members are niggas."

Authentic Nig Andrew interjected:

"Most of them are bastards from the slums. The boss of the Blood Hand Gang is named Badman. He is an outsider with unknown origins. He just came to New York a year ago. He is ruthless and does not follow the rules. He dares to do any business and anyone. He is said to have many lives in his hands, but he is also respected and admired by many gangsters because he is ruthless and dares to fight."

"This is New York. Gangsters who don't follow the rules won't live long." Li Xingzhou said calmly: "Anyway, there's no need to pay attention to them unless there's a big mess. If the so-called Blood Hand Gang dares to cause trouble, you know what to do."

The nightclub does not prohibit the sale of drugs, but the premise is that the seller must be Jin Bing's men, and outsiders cannot sell goods in this place.

Li Xingzhou did not intend to change this rule.

There is no way. The attitude of the United States, especially some blue state governments ruled by the Democratic Party, towards illegal drugs is well known to the world, and various tricks emerge in an endless stream.

Although more than 100,000 people die from various illegal drugs in the United States every year, Li Xingzhou can't stop the people of the United States from enjoying a sweet and free life. Besides, he is a citizen of the United States in this life, and he is in New York, the Democratic Party's base, so he must support and support the government's work, right?

Of course, he himself will not sell illegal drugs.

But if Jin Bing wants to sell, he doesn't bother to care.

On the other hand, although Jin Bing is the underground emperor, he has a hand in almost all illegal businesses and is also a big seller of banned drugs in New York. However, compared with Ci Ai An, the largest seller in the United States and even the world, Jin Bing has to admit defeat.

After finishing his business, Li Xingzhou sent the three people out to do their work, locked the door of the office, picked up a newspaper, and waited for Iliana while reading it.

Glancing at the headline of the newspaper, Li Xingzhou was slightly startled.

The headline was a large, slightly blurred color photo:

A masked man in a red, white and black tights was leaping between two buildings. Judging from the body curves outlined by the tights, this masked man was a lady with long legs, thin waist and hot body...

Li Xingzhou looked at the newspaper carefully and confirmed that it was the famous "Horn Daily", not some third-rate tabloid.

Looking at the headline text carefully, the headline article was written by John Jameson, the owner of the Daily Bugle. In the article, he criticized the "Spider-Woman" harshly and called on everyone to boycott this sneaky masked freak...

"What's going on? The Spider-Man in this world... is a woman? Gwen Stacy?"

Spider-Man has just risen. In the memory information before Li Xingzhou's awakening, he only knew that there was such a masked freak, but did not know his gender.

The Daily Bugle also took a photo of "Spider-Man" for the first time, confirming that this newly rising superhuman is a woman.

"So where is Peter Parker, the orthodox little spider?"

Just when I was wondering, a red light flashed next to the desk, and Iriana, wearing a tight sports vest, a short jacket, denim shorts, ripped stockings, and a puppet flying dragon hanging on her belt, appeared out of thin air next to the desk.

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