MUP: Chapter 101. Steel Staff Shell

A deep voice came from behind.

When the bank robbers turned their heads, they saw a big, tall, muscular Asian man with a long scar on the left side of his face looking at them.

Silently glancing at each other, the tattooed robber gestured to the machine gun in his hand, "You should be glad we didn't just run you over as well. Shut the fuck up, or I'm gonna end you right here."

The threat was certainly vicious, but it didn't affect Shell at all.

As a clone, even if the bank robbers had bullets, it couldn't reach Ryan, who was still in the antique shop.

Ignoring the other party's threat, Shell reached in and pulled out a steel staff from the deformed food truck. When he rested the end on the ground, it made a dull, heavy sound.

"So, you did do it? Then, I don't need to be polite." Holding the steel staff, Shell looked at the two people in front of him and spoke with a calm face.

"What?"

Before the two bank robbers understood what Shell's words meant, they saw him swing around the heavy steel staff in his hand and rush towards them with a sudden crack in his footstep.

"You're dead!"

Seeing the guy that appeared out of nowhere suddenly rushing towards them, unafraid of death, the expression on the tattooed robber changed. He raised the gun in his hand and fired at the figure.

The violent sound of gunshots shocked the confused pedestrians on the other side of the road.

Seeing the two sides suddenly fight each other, the masked teen was also confused. He was ready to fight them, but who would have thought that they would ignore him instead?

Facing the powerful firepower from the bank robbers, Shell didn't dodge or evade. He raised the steel staff, quickly spun it in his hands, and blocked the bullets. In the next moment, the steel staff in Shell's had looked like it turned into an impermeable shield, bouncing away the bullets.

[Shell] was someone ranked as a D-level card by the system. Although most of his abilities were devoted to cooking, he wasn't without combat skills. His name was clearly mentioned as 'Steel Staff Shell' in the system's introduction.

Even if this wasn't the 'Chuuka Ichiban!' world, Shell's skills with his steel staff were incorporated into his cooking skills.

As a Dim Sum Master, it should be reasonable to carry a rolling pin around with him; this just happened to be a longer, steel one.

Blocking the bullets, Shell continued to walk toward the two men.

"This doesn't make fucking sense!"

[Reputation points from bank robber + 0.05]

[Reputation points from bank robber + 0.05]

[Reputation points from Peter Parker +75]

In the distance, the masked teen, no, young spider, watched the extraordinary battle scene in front of him. His mouth agape, dumbfounded.

Although he had acquired spider-like abilities since he was bitten by a radioactive spider... But he definitely couldn't wing a steel staff around and block bullets like that big guy.

"Sure enough..."

In the antique shop, Ryan noticed the name displayed on the data panel and nodded.

When Ryan saw the masked youngster, he had a rough guess of his identity. Although the red hooded outfit with the knitted mask looked very crude, the red and blue colours, and the standard pose, were clear hints of his identity.

It was obvious that he was Peter Parker, the soon-to-be-famous Spider-Man.

However, judging from the crude costume and thin figure, Ryan speculated that the other party should be a young Spider-Man, who had just acquired his abilities and was still in the early stages of his superhero career.

On this side, Ryan speculated on the timeline of the young spider, according to his current outfit.

On the other side, Shell approached the two bank robbers with his steel staff at hand. Under their shocked gazes, the steel staff swung at them, and two crisp cracks from bones breaking could be heard. The two bank robbers fell to the ground.

"Did you kill them?"

Looking at the two men who had fallen to the ground in an obviously contorted position, the young spider couldn't help but ask.

"No." Shell shook his head and glanced at Peter's crude mask, "I pulled back a bit. They'll need to go to the hospital, but they're not going to die."

"That looks painful." Peter looked at the two bank robbers, then looked back at the steel staff in Shell's hand. It looked like it was as thick as his own arm. The young spider subconsciously gulped and muttered, "I don't think they would recover any time soon." One of the abilities he got from the spider bite was enhanced hearing, allowing him to hear the sound of bones shattering from the two bank robbers earlier.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing that ugly mask?" Looking down at the young spider in front of him, Shell asked.

"Ugly?!"

Shell's remark had obviously poked a sore spot for the young spider, causing him to jump up as he said, "I admit the mask is a bit crude, but I worked hard on it. It's not ugly! It's still a work in progress! "

"I'm not just referring to that awful mask on your head. These guys and those guns... it doesn't seem like something a kid like you should get involved with."

"I told you, it's a work in progress, and I'm not..."

The young spider opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but he realised that there was nothing wrong with what the guy was saying. The mask he was wearing really didn't look good and remembering his age, he was indeed a kid.

Of course, although powerless to retort, it was clear that the young spider wouldn't give up so easily on the idea of using his powers for justice just because of a couple of words from Shell.

From a distance, the shrill sound of sirens faintly approached.

As usual, the police were the last to arrive at the scene.

Hearing the sound of sirens approaching from a distance, Peter had the urge to leave. Although his fight against criminals wasn't going smoothly right now, especially when Shell had stolen the limelight, the entire process gave the fledgling hero a great deal of confidence.

The young spider looked up at Shell and then looked back, "I'm sorry I couldn't stop the car from crashing into your truck."

With that, and without waiting for Shell to respond, Spider-Man raised his arm. The simple web launcher on his wrist fired out some spider silk, and in the next moment, his figure was seen leaping and disappearing into the rows of towering buildings of New York.