Chapter 118: Let's Have a Good Talk

The suddenly exposed Peter was a bit uncomfortable. He reached out and covered his face, trying to hide himself, but he soon gave up this futile effort because Peter heard Ye Nan call him Peter.

"Ye Nan, you saw it all. I killed someone." Spider-Man Peter looked at Ye Nan dejectedly, feeling a bit discouraged. "You're going to report me to the court, right?"

Americans are very willing to sue others and be witnesses for others. This has a bit of a meddlesome flavor, but it is precisely because of this that the American police's case-solving rate, which is low enough to be appalling, hasn't become even lower.

"You're a bit agitated. You should calm down. I think we can have a good talk. You won't necessarily go to prison," Ye Nan said gently, grabbing his shoulder and bringing him to a relatively open place to sit down.

"You are Jessica's classmate, and you and I can be considered acquaintances. Can you tell me how you are so powerful?" Ye Nan asked, knowing the answer.

"This..." Spider-Man hesitated, but soon he became frank. "Do you remember the spider that bit me when we went to the Spider Museum last time and you shook hands with me?"

"I remember." Ye Nan's expression was a bit unnatural because that spider was intentional. Now that Peter mentioned it, he was afraid that Peter would remember something and then become suspicious.

"At that time, I was bitten by that spider and then fell into a coma. In the coma, I vaguely saw a researcher wearing a white coat..."

"You saw wrong. I brought you home at that time. Um, it was probably when I was watching TV, you opened your eyes and saw the TV, then mistook it for a researcher wearing a white coat." Ye Nan interrupted his words, his expression becoming even more unnatural.

"Maybe." Peter laughed at himself. "Ever since then, I felt I wasn't normal. In my body, it seemed like a strange thing was produced, and then I fell into a coma. After waking up, I discovered I had superpowers."

"Speaking of which, it was still me who harmed you." Ye Nan said with some self-blame, "If it weren't for me not checking my body and letting the spider get into my hand, if I hadn't taken you to the Spider Museum, you wouldn't have had this happen. I'm sorry for you."

"Don't blame you." Peter laughed at himself. "Actually, I should thank you. It was you who let me gain power, let me lift my head, and have courage."

"Later, I saw in the newspaper that all the residents of a small town here had died, so I came over. Because I was afraid of being seen, I wore this kind of clothes. Later, I met you, and then I met the Green Goblin, and I killed him."

Peter lowered his head. "My uncle and aunt are both old and have been laid off. The family is very difficult. I originally planned to do odd jobs, using my superpowers, but now, everything is ruined."

Peter hugged his head and said regretfully, "After I go in, what will happen to my uncle and aunt?"

"Maybe things aren't that bad yet." Ye Nan comforted him, "Actually, you don't necessarily have to go in."

"Don't comfort me anymore. I've already killed someone." Peter shook his head and grabbed Ye Nan's arms, a look of pleading appearing on his face. "Ye Nan, I know you are a big tycoon, a rich man. I beg you for one thing. You must promise me."

"What is it? Say it. I will definitely promise you." Ye Nan responded heartily. He vaguely guessed what Peter wanted to ask him.

"I want to ask you to take care of my uncle and aunt." After saying that, Peter looked at Ye Nan with a pleading face. He really didn't want to see his uncle and aunt lonely and helpless. He felt terrified just thinking about it, and he didn't even want to think about it, avoiding the things that were about to happen....

For him, his uncle and aunt were his only concern. Perhaps, he still had...

Two figures slowly appeared in Peter's heart: one was Mary, and the other was Jessica.

"But unfortunately, I, who am about to spend the rest of my life in a prison cell, am probably not destined for you." Peter sighed in his heart, a look of sadness appearing in his eyes.

"Why ask me to take care of your uncle and aunt?" Ye Nan flicked the dust off his clothes and looked at Peter with a smile. "Why don't you take care of them yourself? Although I am very willing to help you."

"Stop laughing." For some reason, Peter felt a bit dazzling when he saw the smile on Ye Nan's face. He growled in a low voice, "I killed someone. I'm going to jail soon."

"Killed someone, why go to jail? I can help you so you don't have to go to jail." Ye Nan said with a smile, "I have a large group of lawyers under my command. They will help you legally."

"What did you say?" Peter raised his head suddenly, looking at Ye Nan with surprise, feeling a bit incredible. "Are you really willing to help me?"

"Of course, and it's reasonable and legal." Ye Nan answered with a smile, "You should know how eloquent lawyers are in the United States. Besides, you were originally acting in self-defense, so you have an advantage legally. Plus, with the lawyers' silver tongues, turning black into white, can't they clear your name?"

"Really?" Peter was not at ease and asked again. Of course, he knew how powerful lawyers were. A lawyer's mouth was enough to turn black into white and turn someone guilty into someone innocent. Plus, he was originally acting in self-defense, so he could clear his name even more. And as Ye Nan said, it was reasonable and legal.

"Of course, you are my friend. If I don't help you, who will?" Ye Nan lightly punched Spider-Man Peter and then said mysteriously, "You probably don't know why I am here."

Hearing Ye Nan say this, Peter's heart stirred, but he didn't think elsewhere, just said, "I don't know. I was also wondering."

"Indeed." Ye Nan remained calm on the surface. He had originally come because of the flaw, and now hearing Peter indeed suspecting himself, he felt lucky in his heart—lucky that he hadn't left but had returned.

"Because there is a military base here, and I want to steal the data inside." Ye Nan said mysteriously.

"Ah..." Peter exclaimed, "Stealing data, how can you do such petty theft?"

"Why can't I?" Ye Nan said righteously, "They snatched away my design drawings and research data. Why can't I steal them back? Is it only allowed for state officials to set fires, but not for the common people to light lamps?"

"So you are taking back your own data. Then how can that be called stealing? That's called taking." Peter relaxed and said with a smile.

"Yes, it's taking." ===== CHAPTER 119 =====