"Harry?"

Peter looked at Harry as he drove over, slightly surprised.

"You didn't go to school?"

"I'm at home, just like you, taking time off for trivial matters."

Harry shrugged his shoulders at Peter, "But unlike you, skipping class has become a regular occurrence for me. ”

After complaining to Peter, he greeted Mary Jane, who was standing nearby.

"Hi, MJ."

"Hi Harry."

Mary Jane had a good impression of Harry.

The other party is a rich son, but he doesn't have the exaggerated style of the rich second generation.

I have said a few words to each other before, and it belongs to the relationship of nodding friends.

If you follow your previous personality, you may consider such a personality and family conditions as a boyfriend.

But now

She glanced at Peter.

Icarus himself is now a waxed feather, and it feels like he can't get away from this guy no matter what.

"So you drove here, Harry, what's the matter?"

Peter asked straight to the point.

"Can't I talk to you if I want to? Peter, our relationship is not so unfamiliar. ”

Harry deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Chat? You're not like that kind of idle guy. ”

"That means you don't know much about me, should you go to a nearby salon for a coffee or a beer?"

Harry asked Mary Jane, who was a little unnatural next to her, "Is MJ available?" You can go together. ”

"I still have to do housework, so I won't be at your coffee party."

Mary Jane smiled at Harry and politely declined.

After saying hello, she turned and walked towards her home.

Looking at Mary Jane's back, Harry said to Peter next to him, "She's nice, isn't she?" ”

"You know her well?"

Peter asked him.

"No, but don't you think she's very personal?"

"What does it mean to have a personality?"

"You know, it's impossible to describe in words, she doesn't look at me as strangely as anyone else in school."

Harry touched his chin and said to Peter.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the money that makes me significantly different from the rest of the school."

Harry's expression was a little melancholy, "I'm one of the richest students in the school, and a lot of people think I'm the second generation of the rich. ”

Peter listened to Harry's tone of disappointment or melancholy, and frowned slightly, "You care a lot about what other people think?" ”

"No, I don't really care much what other people think of me, some people make friends with me just because of money, and I know that without a doubt."

Peter nodded, "You're in good health, Harry. ”

"Really? Thank you for the compliment. ”

Hallileo was a little smug.

"Uncle Ben, are they at home?"

Soon he turned his gaze to the direction of the room, "I have to go and say hello to Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben." ”

"Yes, they are at home."

Hearing Peter say that there was someone in the house, Harry went into the room to greet Aunt May.

Coming out of the mansion a few minutes later, he drove Peter to a nearby salon club.

As a truant class, Peter is not an ascetic, so he naturally will not refuse the other party's proposal to invite him to drink.

The car crossed several streets and soon came to a bar called "Zero Point Club".

Getting out of the car, Harry complained to Peter, "I hope I won't be unlucky enough to run into any vampires this time." ”

He still has lingering feelings about the last time he met a "vampire" at a masquerade.

"I hope so."

Peter turned and walked towards the bar, with Harry following closely.

"You say. That Tony. Where will Stark go? Peter. ”

Harry asked him about Tony. Stark's business.

The last time a few people had an exchange in the club's boxing ring, he punched Tony himself. Stark's bodyguard, and Peter beats up the playboy.

Coincidentally, the playboy disappeared the next day.

He couldn't help but think about it.

"I kidnapped him in a cave in Afghanistan and imprisoned him to strike iron."

Peter said casually to Harry.

"Striking iron?"

Naturally, he did not believe Peter's "open mouth".

"He doesn't look like an iron striker."

Harry thought about the embarrassment of the other man being knocked over by Peter's punch.

The two entered the salon club as they spoke.

The interior of the club is dark, probably due to the lighting.

There are a few billiard tables in the room, and what looks like bikers are dangling around them.

The two sat down by the window, Peter ordered a beer, and Harry ordered a Budweiser.

After taking two sips, Harry felt a little sick to his stomach.

So he put down his glass and hurried to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he walked out in a good mood and walked right behind the biker who was playing billiards.

Several bikers, one of them is a pulsatilla-like old guy with long white hair on his head, and his eyes are hidden deep in the gaps in his hair.

Next to it was a short, stocky mound of flesh, with a round body that looked like a fat sausage.

The last guy is a fat big fat man, and the first reaction of those who see him is that he is an extras from the movie "Mad Max" starring Mel Gibson.

The fat man's nearly two-metre-tall head looked like a mountain, his body was uneven, his muscles and fat were stacked on top of each other, and his arms, which were as thick as tree branches, were covered with tattoos: the face of an old lady, a tree on fire, a pile of skeletons, and a motorcycle on fire.

The fat man was about to hit the ball when he pulled his club back hard and stretched out his pumpkin-like head to aim at the target ball.

Harry was about to squeeze past him, but his ass hit his club.

As a result, the cue stick slid on the green tablecloth and pushed the cue ball unbiased into the bottom pocket.

Cue ball wash bag!

The fat man turned his head to glare at Harry with an expression of wanting to eat someone.

Harry was stunned at first, but when he saw the cue ball in the pocket, he secretly screamed "Oops".

Looks like he's provoked the bikers.

"Bastard," scolded the fat man, "you fucking made me break the rules." ”

"I'm sorry."

Harry smiled wryly and apologized to the other party, "Maybe. You can reopen it again. ”

"Hit a fart!"

The fat man yelled at Harry.

It's as if Harry's advice just now wasn't for him to play, but for him to be disrespectful to his mother.

"Do you fucking understand the rules?"

The aged Pulsatilla quietly turned behind Harry, and the fat sausage, like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park, leaned over from one side.

Seeing this, the bartender quickly disappeared from behind the bar and never showed his head again.

Harry was feeling worse and worse.

Well, this time there were no vampires, but there were more difficult bikers.

Why can't I relax every time I go to the bar with Peter?

He said he just wanted to have a good drink.

"I think both of your friends must be happy to let you reshoot a shot, and that's nothing."

Harry still tried to reason with the other party.

Pulsatilla shook his head, and the fat sausage muttered something in his mouth.

"My friends are rule-talkers." The fat man said.

Harry glanced at Peter with a headache and saw that the other man was getting up and coming over.

He knew that once his friend, who had recently become very grumpy, came over, it would not end well.

So he coughed and said to the other man, "Well, what do you and the other two gentlemen like to drink, I just have the money to ask you to have a few more drinks before the bar closes." ”

"Really?"

The fat man's tone softened, and seeing that Harry seemed to be dressed like a rich man, he hesitated for a moment, and said to him:

"We drink beer, Curus Pale ale, but I think we should change something a little more energetic, how about tequila?"

"Tequila."

"Be of the highest quality. Don't want that cheap cactus juice. ”

"Yes."

Harry said that good quality would be fine.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Peter had already come behind him.

"Maybe you can treat me to a drink."

Peter said to the bikers with a calm expression.

"What the are you?"

Seeing the guy who suddenly came up to stir up the situation, the fat man's expression immediately became unkind.

"A friend of the man you blackmailed."

Peter glanced at Harry, "If I want a cup of fine tequila, you bikers won't lose face, will you?" ”

"I'm going to hit you, you're looking for teeth all over the ground!"

The fat man roared.

The white-headed grandmother beside him immediately began to move, and immediately stretched out her fist and smashed it at Peter.

As a result, Peter flew up, and his body slammed into the floor like a baseball flying straight away.

With a "bang", the chairs around the white-headed grandmother were affected, and the smashed debris burst out in all directions.

Completely enraged, the fat man raised his fist and struck at Peter.

Peter naturally wouldn't be hit by the other party's slow, snail-like fist.

He leaned slightly to the side, and the fat man's punch was in the air, but he couldn't contain his strength in time, and there happened to be a two-person bar table next to them.

So the fat man's fist really hit the corner of the table.

Harry next to him could see two of the fat man's fingers snapped off by the corner of the table, and he even heard the click of a broken bone, like someone had broken a branch in his knee.

The fat man is a typical kind of person who wants to die and suffer face, although it hurts so much, he doesn't scream or shout, gritting his teeth and secretly endures.

But that's where the chaos began.

Seeing "Fat Sausage" move at Peter, Harry was quick to kick a high-backed chair next to him, and the chair slid towards "Fat Sausage", and the back of the chair hit his stomach impartially, and he involuntarily bent over in pain.

At the same time, Ha used his shoulders to hit his opponent's knees, and the latter fell to the ground unsteadily.

After finishing the "fat sausage", Harry gasped and looked over to Peter.

At this time, I only heard a "bang", and a club smashed into Peter.

As a result, Peter reached out and grabbed the club, breaking it in half in an instant.

The fat man held the remaining half of the club in one hand, and was stunned.

Peter, with a blank face, took a step forward and moved in front of the fat man like a ghost.

The fist that doesn't seem to have anything special smashes down in the air and smashes straight into the opponent's face!

The fist, which was not fast, was parried by the fat man's hand, and as soon as he touched it, he felt a terrifying force like an explosion.

It's like a firecracker exploding!

Bounce his thick arm straight away!

Peter's fist, imprinted on the opponent's chest.

"Bang!"

It made a muffled sound as if it had hit a sandbag.

The fat man was struck by lightning, his eyes were wide open, and his whole strong body flew out like a cannonball!

The huge body slammed into the counter in the bar, making a dull sound.

Harry, who was also stunned, felt a flash of cold light, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the white-headed guy who got up and pulled out a knife from his waist.

"Be careful! Peter. ”

As soon as Harry's voice was spoken, he saw the other man stabbing at Peter with a knife.

Peter dodged the blade's attack.

He doesn't need to exert much effort to deal with these idiots, and he doesn't need to expose his abilities, and he can easily solve them with a little seriousness.

Dodging his opponent's blade attack, Peter then hit his opponent's chin with a straight punch.

The force of Pei Ran hit the mandible, and the "click" cracking sound sounded, and several teeth mixed with blood splashed out of the mouth!

Ignoring the other man's miserable appearance, Peter bent his left arm into an elbow and smashed it into the chest like a hammer.

With a "bang", the white-headed guy who was hit flew out heavily and fell to the ground, the severe pain made him almost faint, and scarlet blood flowed down his face!

Facing another biker rushing up, Peter grabbed the opponent's thick arm and snapped it neatly.

Then grab the other person's throat and smash it to the ground!

There was a muffled "bang", and the hapless biker fell to the ground with a muffled grunt of pain.

After dealing with all the bikers, Peter walked over to the fat man who seemed to be the leader.

Looking at the fat man who fell to the ground, Peter was expressionless, and raised his foot to step on the other's chest.

There weren't many customers in the entire bar, and they all slipped away at the beginning of the battle, and Harry, who was the only spectator, watched the scene in shock.

He knew Peter had changed a lot lately, but he didn't expect it to change so much.

Not only can he beat Jimmy and "King Kong" violently, but even this group of murderous bikers are not his opponents?

Stepping on the fat man's chest, Peter lowered his head and asked, "So, are there any objections to my question now?" ”

The fat man shook his head in horror.

Although the body is in pain, the mental shock is more severe than the physical pain.

The other party's combat power like a humanoid giant beast, is it a monster or a mutant?

"Get out!"

Fly up and hit the opponent in the jaw, kicking the opponent's mouth to spit out teeth mixed with blood.

"Huh!"

Harry looked at Peter, who was all a biker, and was a little speechless.

At the same time, a warm current flowed through my heart.

Peter started beating people in order to stand up for himself.

In this way, no matter what, I owe him a favor.

"I saved you money on the best tequila, shouldn't you say thank you? Harry. ”

(End of chapter)