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Chapter 63 Daredevil

Under the New York night sky, the underground boxing ring reeks of violence and blood. Muscular boxers, driven by money, engage in fierce battles within their cages, while gamblers outside roar and wave banknotes, the air thick with the froth of desire.

Peter Parker, waiting in the waiting area, felt increasingly uncomfortable watching this scene unfold.

"Let us give a warm welcome to the next match, the lions from across the ocean, Torre!" The audience below the stage paid no attention to this strong, nameless man and burst into loud laughter.

"And our invincible Spider-Man!"

At this, the audience below the stage began to shout wildly.

"Spider-Man, smash this cat!"

"Little Spider, I love you, you have to win!"

"Oh my god, the most powerful Spider-Man!"

When the boxing organizers approached Peter and asked him to get ready to go into the ring, Peter refused and prepared to leave.

The organizer, unconcerned, grabbed Peter Parker's clothes and threatened, "Kid, if you don't want to go on stage, you can die here!" With that, all the security personnel around him drew their pistols.

Peter quickly used the spider silk summoner to seal their gun-wielding hands, then picked up the organizer and threw him toward the center of the ring.

Looking at the organizer who had been thrown onto the ring, Tolie waited for a long time before adjusting himself and lifting the organizer high up on the ground before slamming him down on his knee.

With a "crack," the organizer's waist was completely severed.

Seeing this cruel scene, the audience below the stage became even more excited and kept chanting "Spider-Man" and "Spider-Boy".

They were completely unaware that the situation on the field had changed.

After Peter Parker dealt with all the thugs in the house, he instinctively shot out the webs from his hand when he saw Daredevil appear before him.

Daredevil easily dodged Peter's attack, then pulled out his cane and knocked Peter unconscious.

After carefully observing the situation at the underground boxing ring and combining it with the rumors he had heard recently, Matt quickly deduced that the Spider-Man who had recently become a sensation in the underworld was actually a good person. So, after destroying the underground boxing ring, he also took Peter home.

Daredevil, played by Matt Murdoch, is blind since childhood but possesses extrasensory abilities. By day, he uses the law as a weapon to advocate for the vulnerable, and by night, he transforms into a masked vigilante who traverses the crime-ridden streets of New York.

Unlike most superheroes who rely on alien power or technology, Daredevil's superpowers stem from a cruel gift of fate. In the instant a car accident robbed him of his sight, his hearing, touch, and sense of balance underwent a quantum leap in the chaos. He can detect the vibrations of bullets whizzing through the air, decipher the code of a heartbeat, and even draw a crime map of an entire neighborhood through the vibrations of the floor. Why was it that Peter Parker could hardly find the existence of underground boxing rings before, and only learned about them from robbers?

Is it because the organizers didn't want the public to know? Or is it because of the efforts of the New York Police Department?

No, the only reason is the existence of Daredevil Matt. Because his father was killed by the mob for refusing to fix a fight, young Matt made fighting the mob his life's mission. After meeting the mysterious old man, Stick, and learning martial arts, he began to fight the mob with his own hands.

But these gangs seem to reproduce on their own; whenever Matt wipes out a gang in a region, a new gang will soon emerge in that region.

But Matt's actions certainly weren't entirely ineffective. After all, under his crackdown, almost all the openly run underground boxing rings disappeared, forcing the organizers to move their businesses underground.

Incidentally, Miller was rescued by him when he was arrested by the mob, even though the two had never met before.

He eradicated the illegal boxing rings one by one, forcing gangsters to move their crimes deeper underground: ventilation ducts in abandoned mines became new arenas, dark web live streaming rooms replaced noisy gambling halls, and criminal networks, like severed hydras, continued to generate new malignant tumors in the capillaries of the city.

Instead of choosing easily discovered locations, they turned their attention to more remote and complex areas. They built new underground boxing rings in abandoned mines, underground tunnels, or remote islands.

As a normal person, Matt felt overwhelmed by the endless stream of gangsters, which led him to consider finding himself an assistant.

The little spider in front of him was perfect for the task.

He's capable, a good person, and still a child; he won't cost much in salary.

When Peter woke up, he found himself in a small, dilapidated rented room. Rubbing the back of his dazed head, he smelled a faint scent of blood in the air—the from the wound he'd sustained the night before when Matt had knocked him unconscious. The wound was now completely healed. Hearing the noise, Matt came in. "Kid, you can go now that you're healed."

Peter glanced at Matt and immediately assumed a fighting stance: "I remember you, you're the one who knocked me out."

"That's because you attacked me first," Matt explained.

Reflecting on the situation, Peter realized that was indeed the case and knew he was in the wrong, so he sincerely apologized. He awkwardly scratched his head, "Sorry..."

Peter suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "How did you knock me out? I only remember a stick hitting me and I fell to the ground." "Also, what were you doing at the underground boxing ring? Were you there to fight in underground matches? And—"

Matt's lips twitched; he realized this kid was quite the chatterbox.

While he was speaking, Matt suddenly lunged forward, the baton-like metal rod spinning in his fingertips, precisely striking an acupoint on Peter's wrist.

Peter staggered backward, nearly dropping the spider silk launcher.

Matt tucked the stick into his sleeve, revealing a grappling ring hidden on his wrist. "You fight purely on instinct, like a sports car without brakes, with absolutely no skill."

Peter, just a high school student, watched Matt's series of impressive moves and immediately became a fan of this stranger he had just met. "Bro, that move was so cool! Can you teach me?"

The toilet put away its cane and said calmly, "If you really want to be a qualified superhero, there's still a lot to learn. I can teach you. Come find me here if you have time."

Peter was naturally excited and agreed to Matt's request.

When he wanted to start studying now, he suddenly realized it was already very late. If he didn't go back soon, Aunt May would be worried. After realizing this, Peter immediately said goodbye to Matt.

On the way home, I couldn't help but smile, feeling incredibly lucky to have met such a wonderful teacher.

Matt smiled slightly after Peter left; he had a free assistant!

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