Peter flashed out, and an iron rod flew towards him.
He instinctively grabbed it and frowned, looking at the rioting crowd swarming towards the hotel entrance.
He shouted, "Hey, hey, stop!"
He threw down the iron rod and spread his arms, "If you're going to protest, I Hope everyone can calm down!"
The Government will give everyone a reasonable explanation!
No one answered him!
Those people rushed up in groups, swinging their sticks and smashing them down.
Peter was a bit conflicted but felt he couldn't back down!
If he let these people rush into the hotel, Harry and his friends couldn't be guaranteed safety, and the guests in the hotel would also be threatened.
Left with no choice, he began to fight back.
Using only his fists.
His speed was very fast, his movements exceptionally agile, and every punch and kick went straight for the rioters' leg bends and arms—non-fatal areas.
He tried his best to control his strength, only to knock them down, not to injure them!
At the same time, he also had to painstakingly protect the panicked crowd who were forced to the hotel entrance.
However, those rioters seemed fearless; they ignored Peter's punches and kicks, and even when knocked to the ground, they still tried to hit Peter back.
Before long, Peter had taken several blows!
This is called 'random punches can defeat a master'!
Peter had reservations and didn't want to hurt anyone.
But those people had no reservations and were fearless of injury!
With one side gaining and the other losing, Peter was forced to retreat step by step.
"Get into the hotel quickly!"
Peter shouted to the affected crowd, "I'll block the entrance..."
The scope was too large for him to manage everything, so only by blocking the main door could he stop the rioters' malicious actions.
"Peter, knock them out!"
Harry ran out with his classmates, "These people should be controlled; knocking them out is the only way!
Stop them, and we'll go rescue the injured!"
Harry's position meant he had some understanding of certain things in this World that were different from ordinary people.
He understood what was happening faster than Peter!
Upon hearing this, Peter realized that these rioters all had ferocious expressions but dull eyes, like puppets on strings!
He gritted his teeth and finally decided to use a little more force!
...
"Thank you, thank you all, you are all good children!"
Harry and the others helped the injured outside into the hotel and settled them one by one.
Everyone thanked them, genuinely grateful to these children who were still high school students.
The lobby manager also brought the waiters to help, and Harry apologized deeply, "Sorry, we dirtied the lobby..."
"No, no, no," the lobby manager quickly shook his head and gave a thumbs up, saying, "You are all amazing!
I've decided, your expenses today are all free!"
"Thank you."
Harry smiled slightly.
At this moment, the riot outside finally subsided.
Seventy or eighty rioters were all knocked unconscious by Peter one by one.
The price was Peter's disheveled state—he himself couldn't count how many times he had been hit by sticks—if his body hadn't already grown strong beyond the level of ordinary people, if his physical energy wasn't vast, if his boxing skills weren't profound, he would have collapsed long ago.
But even so, he felt he had no strength left.
He had only been in Cultivation for half a month.
Peter stood panting among the scattered people, looking around, and finally picked up a low-quality flyer from the ground.
He examined it carefully, frowned, and turned back into the hotel.
"Hero!"
People looked at the stumbling teenager, his head bleeding and his face bruised and swollen.
Someone, unknowingly, suddenly shouted loudly!
"Hero!"
"Hero!"
"Well done!"
Peter was stunned, and then a huge sense of happiness and accomplishment rose in his heart, as if he had found his life's goal.
He foolishly scratched his hair, and a shy smile appeared on his unrecognizable face.
This bruised face, at this moment, became so endearing, and people looked at him with burning eyes, filled with adoration and fervor.
"That... I..." He lowered his head, "It's what I should do..."
The Police finally arrived.
Police often arrive last; this is a law.
The Police looked at the scattered bodies lying on the ground, their hearts trembling with fear.
"Are they... all dead?"
The Chief leading the team couldn't help but shiver, "Quick, cordon off the area and look for witnesses!"
After giving the order, the Chief squatted down and placed his finger under the nose of one 'body' to check, then let out a long sigh of relief, "They're just unconscious!"
"Guys, check and see if they're all unconscious!"
At this moment, the bruised and swollen Peter, Harry, and others came out, along with the hotel's lobby manager and some guests.
"They are just unconscious," Peter said, seeing the Police's actions, "I know what I'm doing; I didn't hurt anyone."
"Is that you?"
The Chief stood up, scrutinizing Peter and his group.
"Who are you people? What happened here?"
Harry stopped Peter, stepped forward, and said seriously, "Chief, you are too late.
All of us were in life-threatening danger, and when we longed for safety, there was no sign of you!"
The Chief's face darkened, "Sorry, we need reaction time.
Now, kid, can you tell me what exactly happened?
You should be witnesses."
"Yes, we are witnesses, and we are also the heroes who helped quell the riot," Harry said.
"I am Harry Osborn, a high school student, and we all are.
Today, after I took my classmates to visit the Osborn Building, we came here for dinner.
But a riot broke out outside," he gestured to Peter, "It was my classmate here who quelled the riot.
He suffered many injuries, as you should be able to see!
He saved all of us!"
"Yes, he is a hero!"
The lobby manager stepped forward, "Without him, I cannot imagine what kind of damage these rioting crowds would have caused to this City!"
He turned and pointed to the hotel entrance, "Inside, there are also hundreds of injured people, all victims rescued by these good children.
Chief, I think what is most needed now is help for them!"
The ambulance finally arrived, and the Police also escorted all the knocked-out rioters away.
"We were eating at the time.
Peter was sitting facing the street, and he was the first to notice the commotion outside.
We saw seventy or eighty rioters carrying various clubs and weapons; they blocked traffic, smashed cars, hit people, and then some of them surged towards the hotel."
"Peter stopped them and attracted all the attacks.
All the rioters surged towards Peter.
But he held them off, giving us a chance to rescue the injured.
As you can see, he was very hurt!"
"These people were controlled.
They felt no pain and were fearless, so Peter had no choice but to knock them out."
"He didn't hurt anyone; he is a hero, and he should be commended.
And now I believe Peter should go to the hospital."
Harry took on the task of communicating with the Police, protecting his classmate.
Peter also understood Harry's good intentions, so he spoke very little, leaving everything to Harry and the others.
Finally, Peter couldn't help but say, "I think you should look at the flyer on the ground."
As he spoke, he handed the Chief a low-quality flyer, "This is a provocation from a guy calling himself Purple Man to a guy named Daredevil."
"You should arrest Purple Man, and also this Daredevil; this matter is related to him too!"
The Chief snatched the flyer and looked at it, then angrily said, "These lawless bastards... Damn it!"
He took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I misunderstood you.
But children, you should go to the hospital for a check-up first... especially you."
He looked at Peter, "Maybe you are strong, but I see your current condition is not very good."
Peter grimaced, "Yes, Chief, you're not wrong.
I'm hurting all over."
Jessica anxiously held Peter's arm and said urgently, "Chief, you should send us over!"
As the blockade was lifted, media reporters who had previously been excluded from the cordon swarmed in.
Long and short lenses instantly surrounded Peter and the others, making it impossible to pass.
Fortunately, with Harry, who was quite experienced in this, and the Police's obstruction, they managed to get into the Police car with difficulty and head to the hospital.
Although the media reporters didn't get too much direct information, they were resourceful and managed to obtain surveillance footage from the hotel.
At the same time, they also interviewed many witnesses and obtained much valuable information.
In less than a few hours, the incident was in the newspapers!
"The cause of this incident is Daredevil!
A provocation from a super villain calling himself Purple Man.
Both of them are responsible, and our Government should hold them accountable!"
"They are just high school students, not yet adults.
But they are full of justice and vitality; they saved hundreds of people!
If it weren't for this young man named Peter, I cannot imagine how long this riot would have continued, and how many more people would have been injured!"
"We can see how much harm our young hero Peter suffered while surrounded!
But he is kind and possesses profound fighting skills.
Facing seventy or eighty rioters, he didn't truly harm anyone; he only knocked them out.
He preferred to be harmed himself!"
"He is very strong.
I cannot imagine being attacked by iron rods and baseball bats hundreds of times and still standing!
What gave him such courage?
It is justice!"
"We should cheer.
This is a victory for the great America!
We have heroic young people; each of them is as good as anyone.
They are the future pillars of this Country!"
"Mr. Norman Osborn has a successor; Harry Osborn remained calm and collected in crisis, which is very rare."
"Who exactly is Purple Man?
He can control people's minds!
Making people act against their will, doing things they don't want to do!
This newspaper's reporter interviewed rioters who had just woken up; they clearly knew what had happened before, but they couldn't control themselves!"
"Purple Man must be brought to justice.
His existence is a threat to the entire society.
If he controlled the President and arbitrarily launched nuclear bombs, what would we do?"
...
All sorts of clamor.
At this time, Peter and the others had already left the City and gone home.