Chapter 75：Rebellious Cottonwood, Angry!

"Dad?"

Gwen had just pushed the door open when she saw her father sitting upright on the couch.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

She said as she opened the door to her room.

The bright light in the living room instantly dispelled the darkness.

"We need to talk, Gwen."

George. Stacy had an unusually serious expression on her face, which caused the movements in Gwen's hands to pause.

She was a little vain.

Had Dad just seen her behavior?

That said, she didn't know what was wrong with her, why she was suddenly so bold.

She and Peter couldn't help but kiss him when they parted downstairs.

Maybe it was really like what Peter said, that she was poisoned.

One shouldn't be so casual.

At least this was nothing like what one thought it would be, at all.

It was supposed to be a lot less romantic if you were a normal person.

Romance in the eyes of normal people was a lot less greeting cards and roses and diamonds and all that sort of stuff, and by that standard, what he and Peter were doing at the pool wasn't much of a romance.

But... .....

I'm not supposed to be normal, we're in a very pure relationship. A few Gwynn's mind continued to fizzle and ramble.

"About what? Dad."

Gwen asked playing dumb even though she knew what her father was trying to say.

George said in a stern tone, "I don't have a problem with you getting too close to Peter, but you have to know what you're doing."

At this moment George. Stacey was angry, with the feeling that the little cotton jacket she had raised for years was leaking.

"I don't know what you're thinking, Gwen, but I must remind you that you may not engage in behavior beyond your years at this age!"

Gwen looked up at her father with salty lake colored blue eyes, "I don't understand, Dad."

George. Stacy shook her head and said with a disappointed look on her face, "No, you know exactly what I'm talking about, Gwen, you disappoint me.

Gwen somehow rebelled inside and she said to her father.

"I don't understand what you're thinking either, Dad, every night, you'd take the subway to Forest Hills and come home, moseying face to face with the people you protect, the people you serve."

Gwen's tone became agitated, "When you look into a person's eyes you can see more of the real him you see your self, this is your life, this is the life you taught me, but I can't see the person, dad, what are you thinking when you gaze into my eyes. "

George's brow furrowed as he listened to Gwen's agitated words.

He said to Gwen: "This has nothing to do with what we are talking about now, Gwen.

"Of course it's relevant. ''

Gwen tried to calm herself down, "Dad, I don't need you to tell me what's right and what's wrong and then I have to comply, I know what I'm doing.

George. Stacy's frown tightened.

He could sense that his daughter seemed to be breaking away from herself.

and it was clear that she was more willing to trust that Peter boy's one than to listen to her own father, a

set.

"You haven't grown out of this, Gwen."

And George's tone grew harsher.

Dad, I'm an adult.

Gwen's temper was quite hot today, she said to her father: "Sometimes I even wonder, dad, maybe what you said to Peter that day in the police station was not the crazy words you said after you lost your mind, maybe you really think that way.

George's face grew harder, "What?"

"That maybe you really don't like Peter and don't want us to be together."

Gwen gazed into her father's face and said in a serious tone, "You think he's going to hurt me, when in reality, he's the one who's been protecting me, who saved me when I acted like a fool on impulse."

"Yes, I like him, papa, and I wish you would leave it alone."

George. Stacy looked at her stubborn daughter in front of her in shock.

Was this the same well-behaved, understanding daughter she used to be?

Now she has been taught to be like this by that Peter boy!!!!

He instantly held a fire in his stomach.

At the same time.

Peter was holding an umbrella and walking on the street road.

At this time he did not know, Gwen in order to defend himself and George again quarrel.

And he has been George sheriff to "harm their own daughter" reason, to miss the night after the sky and the cloudy rain, the whole city is covered with a layer of gray color.

Peter held the umbrella, recalling the day Gwen's abnormality.

The odor of grease and such that evaporated in the air was most likely the culprit for all of this.

Taking a deep breath, he drew from his pocket the leave-permit note Miss Fish had written to himself with Helen. Nolan's address.

The Kennedy neighborhood of Brooklyn, an unsafe area of dragons and snakes.

The roads were crisscrossed like the webs of drunken spiders and full of potholes.

Finally he followed the address on the note to a residence.

Embedded in the house were three black, rusty iron numbers:965.

The Victorian style building stood out in the neighborhood.

Gazing at the building in the rain, Peter put away the yellow permission slip in his hand and stepped forward to ring the doorbell.

A cold wind blew beside him, rolling up the fallen leaves on the porch, and the wind bells tangled together, making a messy tinkling sound.

Shortly after ringing the doorbell, the door to the room opened automatically.

Peter's brow furrowed as he put away his umbrella and entered the dark, uninhabited-looking building.

Just as he entered the room, the door closed with a bang.

Suddenly!

A flash of cold light stabbed at him in the darkness.

For a half-alien being like him, not only would the darkness not obscure his vision, but it would be an excellent fighting ground for him.

Peter sidestepped and dodged the sharp blades stabbing from the darkness, his arms instantly covered with black exoskeletons.

Whistling, his fist went towards his opponent's throat with precision.

The target of the attack in the darkness, who didn't seem to be an ordinary character, held the metal blade in front of his chest, seemingly trying to resist Peter's attack.

A dull sound of metal colliding with flesh rang out with a "thud".

The attacking black shadow even though he blocked Peter's attack, he didn't expect the other party's power to be so strong a huge force went down the weapon and transferred to the black shadow's arm and whole body, sending him backward with impact.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of footsteps stomping on the ground rang out as the black shadow took several consecutive steps backward, his torso hitting the wall heavily.

Immediately followed by another black shadow wielding a katana, attacking him.

Peter's eyesight could see clearly in the darkness, the other party was a guy wearing a red ninja suit.

The whole body, including the face, was wrapped in the red uniform, only revealing a pair of emotionless eyes.