The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Ultimately, Midtown High's prom ended prematurely in chaos.

Mary Jane and the others, including Harry, all received interview requests, scheduled for the following Monday.

Because the prom ended early, the students had no choice but to return home. Gwen and her friends also left the venue, with many people greeting them along the way.

Clearly, they had become popular figures at Midtown High.

"Gwen, that move you pulled off earlier was so cool!" Betty exclaimed, waving her hands excitedly.

"You threw that guy to the ground in one go. How did you do that?"

"Yeah, Thompson must weigh nearly 200 pounds," Gloria added, also finding it incredible.

"Uh..." Gwen pondered an excuse, suddenly noticing Yang Le walking over. An idea struck her.

"Chinese Kung Fu. Yes, Happy taught me some Chinese Kung Fu."

"Huh?" Yang Le, who had just arrived, was taken aback.

"Really?" Betty looked at Yang Le with admiration. "So cool, Chinese Kung Fu! Can you teach us a few moves, Happy?"

"I also think I should learn a few moves for self-defense," Mary Jane said after serious consideration.

"Just in case, if we encounter a situation like today again, we can defend ourselves."

"I want to learn too."

"Count me in."

Harry and Gloria also raised their hands to sign up.

Looking at the expectant crowd, Yang Le was dumbfounded. He was indeed Chinese, but he didn't know any Chinese Kung Fu.

Yang Le secretly glanced at Gwen, discovering that the culprit was also secretly looking at him. Their eyes met.

Helpless, Gwen could only clasp her hands together in a gesture of pleading, signaling Yang Le to fend for himself.

"I can teach, but..." Yang Le sighed, realizing he couldn't rely on Gwen. "It's just that you probably don't have much time to learn, right?"

"As high school students, you not only have academics but also other things to do. Like Mary Jane and your band, Harry, you still have to complete the coursework assigned by your father. Do you really have time to practice Kung Fu?"

"Gwen managed it, didn't she?" Harry pointed to Gwen.

"It's fine if you live with me too," Yang Le said without thinking.

Everyone understood. On closer thought, these two had been living together for almost a month.

"Of course, I can give you some advice, which is to kick accurately at the OO," Yang Le said with a straight face.

"Don't think it's underhanded. Protecting yourself is the most important thing. At the same time, I suggest you each get a can of pepper spray. Believe me, that's more useful than any self-defense technique."

---Separation Line---

"Thanks for the rescue, Happy," Gwen snuggled up to Yang Le, being particularly well-behaved.

Yang Le and Gwen had already parted ways with Mary Jane and the others and were now walking home.

"It's a good thing the excuse you made up this time was somewhat reasonable," Yang Le vigorously ruffled Gwen's hair, messing up her hairstyle. Gwen treated it as an apology and only put up token resistance.

After all, if Gwen really resisted with force, Yang Le's arm would at least be fractured.

"Sorry, sorry," Gwen said, tidying her messed-up hair. "It won't happen again."

"I've heard that phrase many times, Miss Gwen," Hearing this extremely familiar phrase, Yang Le held no hope for Gwen's memory but didn't take it to heart.

"Okay, don't worry about the details. That's what you always say," Gwen said, patting Yang Le on the back with a smile to show encouragement.

Just as the two were walking home, chatting and laughing, Gwen's body suddenly froze in place.

"What's wrong, Gwen?" Yang Le asked, looking at the suddenly motionless Gwen.

"I can feel it, Happy," Gwen said, her emotions somewhat agitated, tightly gripping the edge of Yang Le's clothes.

"My spider-sense is buzzing. It's those Hand people."

"Can you be sure?" Yang Le asked seriously, holding Gwen's hand.

Gwen was unsure when Yang Le asked, and could only say her true feelings.

"I don't know, but that feeling is exactly the same as in the warehouse that day."

"Then let's go take a look," Yang Le squeezed Gwen's little hand. "Can you sense where they are?"

Gwen closed her eyes, sensed it carefully, and nodded.

"I can sense where they are."

"Then it seems it's time for the hero to appear again."

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---Separation Line---

Late at night, the usually deserted pier was unusually crowded with two groups of people.

To say two groups, one side actually only had one person. The person was wearing a yellow protective suit and asked the opposite group.

"Did you bring the stuff?" The questioner was Herman, who had completely changed his appearance.

At this time, he was getting closer and closer to the comic book's Shocker, wearing a yellow protective suit, with carefully modified shock gauntlets on his fists. Compared to the ones he used during the breakout, the difference was like heaven and earth in appearance.

"We brought it," The leader of the opposite group carried a box, lifted it up and shook it in front of Herman.

Herman said, "Open it, I want to check the goods first."

"Not so fast," The leader raised an eyebrow. "Where's the money? I didn't even see a box for the money. Don't tell me you stuffed the money in this jumpsuit."

Faced with the other party's provocation, Herman was not angry, but waved his hand, and a ninja came out from behind him, carrying a black leather suitcase.

The opposite group was startled and took out their guns, aiming at the suddenly appearing ninja and Herman.

However, facing so many guns, not only Herman, but even the ninja regarded these deadly weapons as nothing.

The ninja, ignoring everyone else, opened the leather suitcase at Herman's signal. Bundles of neatly bundled US dollars were neatly stacked inside.

The opposite person shook his head and said: "Not enough, please, this is what I got with all my wealth, don't want to send us away with this little money."

"Mr. Kingpin hates greedy people the most," Herman said slowly.

"We are all in the underworld, and many of my brothers died for this thing. If I don't get a satisfactory number, everyone will break up."

There was only madness in the eyes of the gangsters, obviously not bluffing.

Hearing the words of the gangsters, Herman just took a deep look at him, and then waved his hand again.

This time, 9 ninjas appeared at once, and they were also carrying leather suitcases in their hands. This time, without Herman's signal, they directly opened the leather suitcases.

"That's right." The gang greedily looked at the US dollars in the hands of the ninjas, and waved to signal his men to come forward to collect the money.

"Where's my goods?" Herman asked coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense! If you talk nonsense, I'll destroy the things inside!"