Chapter 20: Little Spider-Man's Debut

Peter Parker has been very happy lately. Ever since he was bitten by that spider, he has gained unparalleled superpowers. He is no longer that weak, powerless nerd, but has become incredibly strong and agile. For a high school student, this is truly the best thing that could happen.

However, he wasn't without worries. The doctor he had been chatting with online arranged a thorough physical examination for their whole family. But with this examination, many problems were discovered.

Peter had no problems; he was extremely healthy, and the hospital's machines didn't find his peculiarities.

The problem was his uncle and aunt, old Parker and Aunt May. After all, they were old, so there would always be some ailments. But this wasn't a big deal. However, in the examination results, the doctor told Peter that his uncle had a shadow on his lungs. This wasn't good news.

Anyone with a little common sense knew that the next sentence after this might be either cancer or a tumor.

The doctor suggested that Ben Parker do a comprehensive lung examination, but this wasn't cheap, especially considering that he might need a thoracotomy biopsy later. The Parker family couldn't afford the surgery fee at all.

Although there would be reimbursement for medical expenses, the cost of this kind of examination wasn't on the reimbursement list. No insurance company would be responsible for it.

If the doctor Peter knew online was still working at this good hospital, then perhaps Peter could ask him for help. Even if it didn't work at this good hospital, he could go to a slightly worse hospital, where it would be cheaper.

The Parker family's life had always been very tight. Peter often didn't have new clothes all year round. But Peter also knew that his uncle and aunt had tried their best to provide him with the best life. After all, they earned too little, and Uncle Ben absolutely refused to get any ill-gotten gains. He took a meager salary and still had to pay for Peter's schooling, so there was really no surplus at all.

Ben Parker was quite open-minded. The shadow on his lungs didn't necessarily mean cancer or a tumor. Perhaps it was just some insignificant inflammation that would heal by itself. He comforted Peter, saying that it might just be the alarmist talk of a big hospital, but Peter was really too sad in his heart.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of complaint. Thompson, who always bullied him at school, might spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on a pair of sneakers, while their family couldn't even afford hundreds of dollars for an examination fee.

However, Peter thought that the situation would be different now. He had this superpower, so what else could he do if he didn't use it to make money?

Peter was, of course, very smart. He used his flexible little brain to think of the fastest way to make money, which was to participate in underground boxing matches.

Of course, playing cards in a casino might be faster, but Peter knew that his kind of sensing ability was sometimes effective and sometimes not. If the performance wasn't stable, not only would he not earn money, but he might also lose money.

But underground boxing was different. His strength was enough to defeat any ordinary person. No matter how fierce and cruel they were, absolute suppression in strength would definitely allow him to be invincible.

Where was the underground boxing industry developing most prosperously in all of New York? Of course, it was this ghost place, Hell's Kitchen.

But Peter, as a good student who had studied hard since he was a child, wouldn't approach this kind of chaotic place. Therefore, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of caution, Peter wandered around Hell's Kitchen for several days, but still didn't take the initiative to go in.

Finally, one day, when Peter was on his way home from school, he learned that his aunt had sprained her waist, but they had no money to buy medicine and could only lie in bed to rest. He really couldn't hold it anymore. A cavity of grievance turned into anger. He really wanted to beat some people up properly.

He put on that homemade masked suit. Although it looked ridiculous, after gaining spider power, his physique had become slightly stronger, no longer as skinny as a bone, so it looked okay.

He bumped around in Hell's Kitchen like a headless fly. However, anyway, no one could beat him, and he had spider-sense, which could be used to dodge bullets, so he finally found the way.

On Bill Street, about two streets away from Mary Street in Hell's Kitchen, there was an underground boxing ring opened by a gang. After Peter knocked down the strongest black boxer there with one punch, he was taken a fancy to by the supervisor there and recommended to the largest underground boxing ring at the end of the street to fight.

And here, Peter gave himself a code name, called Spider-Man.

Everything went very smoothly. Peter won consecutively. Almost no boxer could withstand his set of random punches. The strength brought by spider mutation was really too powerful. In just a few days, Peter earned tens of thousands of dollars.

To tell the story from two sides, Daredevil Ma Te lay in Schiller's for a few days. After all, he didn't have any superpowers, and the speed of wound healing was the same as an ordinary person. However, fortunately, the assassin who assassinated him clearly showed mercy, and the bullet didn't damage important organs. After lying down for a few days, Ma Te was much better.

So this day, Ma Te said goodbye to Schiller. He still had to continue his justice career. If he stopped his steps because of Kingpin's assassination, that would be exactly what he wanted. So Ma Te not only didn't stop his behavior of maintaining justice, but also wanted to give Kingpin a heavy blow.

His target was Bill Street. The two nightclubs, one casino, one underground boxing ring, and one illegal car modification shop there were all Kingpin's industries. It could be said that this street was controlled by Kingpin's gang, which could bring him millions of dollars in profit every year.

Ma Te's first target was the underground boxing ring.

Don't forget how his father died. This kind of underground black boxing ring had no reason to exist at all. They only wanted to earn money from those rotten gamblers, without caring about anyone's life. Ma Te's father refused to fake a match because he wanted to bring a winning performance to his son, which made the bookmaker lose money, so he was cruelly killed by the gang.

This also promoted the birth of Daredevil. Therefore, Ma Te would never let go of any underground boxing ring. In fact, Kingpin's underground black boxing gambling industry had been hit by Ma Te to be very declining.

This was also why Kingpin would send assassins to him. If Ma Te didn't die, Kingpin would never want to earn money from black boxing.

Of course, Ma Te was an experienced hero. He didn't rush into that black boxing ring. His most common method of disintegrating these underground organizations was to observe for a few days, then find a drunkard who came out of there, get all the information he wanted from them, and then catch a few management layers for key strikes. After a few times of disturbing the opening, those gamblers would look elsewhere.

After observing for a few days, he learned the name "Spider-Man" from many people's mouths, and learned that he had been very popular in the competition field recently. Ma Te had also seen Spider-Man once, but it was just a hurried miss. But he knew that this kid's good days wouldn't last long.

This day, the boss of the underground boxing ring found Peter. He wanted Peter to fake a match. Anyone with a certain understanding of this betting rule knew that Peter's consecutive winning situation would make his odds very low. Everyone would buy him to win, and almost no one would buy his opponent.

And at this time, if Peter lost, then the bookmaker only needed to pay the money of the few people who bought his opponent to win, and roll away all the money of the people who bought Peter to win. This was a large sum of wealth.

The underground boxing ring was actually this kind of business. There was no fair competition here. Everything was the bookmaker manipulating the odds to circle the money of those who were addicted to gambling.

The boss of the underground casino promised to give Peter a share, but Peter wasn't very willing. First, he felt that he had earned enough money. Tens of thousands of dollars were enough for Uncle Ben to do a full set of examinations, and even if Aunt May's waist also needed a major surgery, this money was enough.

In addition, Peter was just a high school student after all. His mind wasn't mature. The pleasure of consecutive victories made him unable to stop. For a teenager in puberty, letting them deliberately lose to their opponent was simply as difficult as ascending to heaven. Peter had finally raised his eyebrows, so he wouldn't do it.

The boss of the underground boxing ring didn't say anything, and Peter naively thought that the other party couldn't do anything to him. After all, he had such powerful strength, who among ordinary people could beat him?

All of this was seen by Daredevil Ma Te.

He had mixed in here early in the morning in the guise of a drunkard, pretending to be paralyzed in the audience, and his superior hearing allowed him to hear the conversation between the underground boxing ring boss and Peter in the backstage word for word.

And when the competition was held the next day, Ma Te was also there.

When Peter appeared, there were still countless cheers underneath. Peter raised his hands to greet them, preparing to wait for the next loser under his hands.

Walking up was a strong black boxer. Peter looked at the cunning smile on his face. He didn't understand what was going on.

When he started boxing, Peter felt okay. He almost flew the boxer out with one punch, but the boxer didn't fight head-on, but dodged, seeming to be dragging time.

Soon, Peter felt something was wrong. His stomach began to cramp, his legs were weak, and his eyes were dark.

Just when his consciousness was blurred, the black boxer punched him in the cheek. Peter was staggered back a few steps, dizzy.

And the boxer on the opposite side pursued the victory. At the moment Peter was hit, his spider-sense rang. He felt that there were heavy lead blocks in the boxer's gloves on the opposite side. If he took such a hit, his brains might fly out.

Peter bent down, barely dodging this blow. There were boos from the audience below. Spider-Man had never dodged in the competition field in the past.

Peter couldn't care about so much. He was very uncomfortable and almost couldn't breathe. The boxer on the opposite side punched again. Peter was knocked to the ground directly. And this wasn't a formal competition field. There was no decent referee. After Peter fell, the boxer's fists still fell like raindrops, and no one came to stop it.

Peter could only hold his head tightly, but the gloves with lead blocks hit his body, making him feel that his internal organs were about to shift. Finally, he really couldn't hold it anymore, lay on the ground, and vomited with a "vomit" sound. There was a burst of abuse from the audience below.

Knowing that his money might be lost, the abuse from the audience below became more and more ear-piercing.

The dirty words Peter had never heard in his life were thrown out from their mouths and thrown on Spider-Man.

Before Peter fainted, he saw a figure jump up from the audience, a crutch with the sound of wind, "whoosh," hit the boxer's neck on the opposite side. The intense beating finally stopped, but Peter couldn't hold on anymore and fainted. ===== CHAPTER 21 =====