Chapter 75: The Rebellious Gwen

"Dad?"

Gwen pushed the door open and found her father sitting upright on the sofa.

"Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

She spoke as she opened the door to the room.

The brightness in the living room instantly dispelled the darkness.

"We need to talk, Gwen."

George Stacy's expression was unusually serious, which made Gwen halt her actions.

She felt a bit guilty.

Did Dad see what I did just now?

She didn't know what had come over her, why she suddenly acted so boldly.

When she and Peter parted downstairs, she couldn't help but kiss him.

Maybe Peter was right; she was under some kind of spell.

She shouldn't have been so casual.

At least it was nothing like she imagined it to be.

For ordinary people, it would involve a lot of romance.

The usual romantic gestures included cards, roses, and diamonds.

By those standards, what she and Peter did in the pool couldn't be considered romantic.

But then again, I'm not an ordinary person; our relationship is pure.

Gwen's thoughts wandered, getting lost in her thoughts.

"About what, Dad."

Although Gwen knew what her father wanted to talk about, she still pretended to be clueless.

George spoke sternly, "I don't oppose you getting close to Peter, but you need to know what you're doing."

At this moment, George Stacy was very angry, feeling like his carefully nurtured trust had been betrayed.

"I don't know what you're thinking, Gwen, but I have to remind you that you shouldn't engage in behaviors beyond your age!"

Gwen looked up, her ocean-blue eyes meeting her father's. "I don't understand, Dad."

George Stacy shook his head, disappointment evident on his face. "No, you understand perfectly well what I'm talking about, Gwen. You disappoint me."

Feeling a sense of rebellion rising within her, Gwen spoke to her father:

"I don't understand what you're thinking either, Dad. Every night, you take the subway to Forest Hills, facing the people you protect and serve."

Gwen's tone became more passionate. "When you look into someone's eyes, you see more of the real person, you see your true self. That's your life, that's the life you've taught me, but I can't see it, Dad. When you look into my eyes, what are you thinking?"

Listening to Gwen's impassioned words, George furrowed his brows.

He said to Gwen, "This has nothing to do with what we're discussing now, Gwen."

"Of course, it does."

Gwen struggled to calm her emotions. "Dad, I don't need you to tell me what's right and what's wrong, and then I have to obey. I know what I'm doing."

George Stacy's frown deepened.

He could sense that his daughter seemed to be drifting away from him.

And clearly, she was more inclined to believe in Peter's way than to follow her father's teachings.

"You haven't grown to this extent, Gwen."

George's tone grew even harsher.

"Dad, I'm already an adult."

Gwen's temper was unusually fiery today. She said to her father, "Sometimes I even wonder, Dad, perhaps what you said to Peter at the police station that day wasn't just nonsense after you lost your temper. Maybe you really meant it."

George's expression turned even more unpleasant. "What?"

"You might really dislike Peter and don't want us to be together."

Gwen stared at her father's face, her tone serious. "You think he might hurt me, but in reality, he's been protecting me. When I acted foolishly, he saved me."

"Yes, I like him, Dad, and I hope you don't interfere."

George Stacy looked at his stubborn daughter in shock.

Was this still the obedient and sensible daughter from before?

Now she's been influenced by that boy Peter to become like this!

He was filled with anger.

Meanwhile,

Peter was walking along the street, holding an umbrella.

At this moment, he had no idea that Gwen and George were arguing again to defend themselves.

And he had already been marked by Chief George Stacy as a "threat" because he was "harming his daughter."

After nightfall, the sky was overcast with light rain, and the whole city was shrouded in a dull gray color.

Peter, holding the umbrella, recalled Gwen's unusual behavior during the day.

The smell of grease in the air might have been the culprit behind all this.

Taking a deep breath, he took out the leave of absence slip Miss Fisk wrote for him.

The address of Helen Nolan was written on it.

The corner of Kearney Street, Brooklyn, a rough and unsafe area.

The roads here crisscrossed like a drunken spider's web, and there were potholes everywhere.

Finally, he followed the address on the note and arrived at a residential building.

The house was adorned with three black, rusty iron numbers: 965.

This Victorian-style building stood out in this area.

Gazing at the building in the rain, Peter put away the yellow leave of absence slip and pressed the doorbell.

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the fallen leaves on the porch and swirling wind chimes, making a messy clinking sound.

Shortly after ringing the doorbell, the door automatically opened.

Peter frowned, folded his umbrella, and entered the seemingly uninhabited building.

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

Suddenly!

A glint of cold light flashed towards him in the darkness.

For someone like him, a semi-alien, darkness not only didn't obscure his vision but also provided him with an excellent battleground.

Peter dodged the blade that came at him from the darkness, his arm instantly covered in a black exoskeleton.

With a roar, his fist struck precisely toward the opponent's throat.

The target of the attack in the darkness seemed to be no ordinary figure, blocking the metal blade against his chest, seemingly intending to resist Peter's attack.

With a dull "thud," the sound of metal colliding with flesh echoed.

Although the shadow managed to block Peter's attack, it didn't expect Peter's strength to be so powerful.

A tremendous force transmitted through the weapon, knocking the shadow backward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of footsteps echoed on the ground as the shadow retreated several steps, crashing heavily into the wall.

Immediately, another shadow wielding a katana came at him.

In the darkness, Peter's vision was clear, and he saw that the opponent was wearing a red ninja suit.

His entire body, including his face, was covered in the red outfit, leaving only a pair of emotionless eyes exposed.