If you win, I'll let you have your way with me.

Spider-Man and Batman are probably the only two heroes in Marvel and DC who never kill. In this regard, they do overlap somewhat. Beyond that, they both have tools to soar through the skies—webs or bat grappling guns—and each has had a feline-like lover, but that's about where their similarities end.

Their character designs and fighting styles are fundamentally different. They have long served as examples of the adage “mutants rely on luck, the rich rely on technology,” so to say they are truly alike is a bit forced.

Still, considering the speaker is Mr. Li, the librarian at Midtown High, it's understandable—a man accustomed to serious literature would naturally look down on comic books, especially when his favorite Spider-Man has been gender-swapped in the latest doujinshi.

Su Ye didn’t argue with the old man, instead obediently followed Gwen to their seats. It felt a little awkward to be warping Marvel’s world so drastically right in front of Mr. Li. Of course, he only mused about it briefly; even if Mr. Li challenged him to a real-life duel, Su Ye wouldn’t hesitate to play the girlfriend card.

Today was graduation day. Su Ye and Gwen both wore blue gowns, with Gwen going up as the outstanding student representative to give a speech. Su Ye sat in the audience, beside Harry and Mary Jane.

Su Ye had meant to ask Harry why, despite last night’s chaos outside, the Green Armored Hero hadn’t appeared. But seeing Harry’s dark circles and weary expression—and Mary Jane’s glowing, rosy cheeks—Su Ye realized there was no need to ask.

The gentle embrace is the hero’s grave; the ancients never lied.

“So, what are your plans for the holiday after graduation? I want to buy a yacht. We could go out to sea together,” Harry said with a smile.

Poor folks play with cars, the rich with watches, and old bulls love tender grass... Wait, no, the truly wealthy play with yachts and private jets.

Tony Stark and Justin Hammer both have personal planes; Harry only plans to buy a yacht, which counts as low-key among the rich.

Of course, Su Ye longed to join in, especially since the legendary sky-sea parties happen on yachts. He wanted to know if Western heirs really party at a level beyond anything he’d seen at home.

Unfortunately, this time he wouldn’t be able to join Harry.

“I have business to attend to this break—I’ll need to leave New York.”

That morning, Su Ye had received a call from Terry, inviting him to leave New York and head to South Town to seek revenge against Geese Howard.

In “Fatal Fury,” Terry avenges his father at twenty-one; in “The King of Fighters: Destiny,” set during KOF ’94, he’s twenty-four. Now, Terry had just turned eighteen and was eager to set out, clearly the timeline had shifted for some unknown reason.

Su Ye was rather displeased about the hurried pace of the story; he really wanted to enjoy ordinary life, maybe indulge on a yacht for a bit. But he couldn’t refuse Terry’s request—he’d promised to help him seek revenge, and though he’d never met that stepmother Jeff, she was still one of Old Su’s... Well, you know.

Harry and Su Ye were close, but not so close as to meddle in private matters. Instead, Harry offered to arrange a private plane. The aircraft wasn’t Harry’s but belonged to the Osborne Group, and as a board member, Su Ye was entitled to use it.

Still, Su Ye declined; aside from having multiple girlfriends, he preferred to keep things low-key.

Gwen said nothing about Su Ye’s travel plans; she’d be busy during break anyway—Dr. Connors’ lab was onto something new, and she needed to help out. Besides, Gwen had some ideas about her own enhancement project.

What Su Ye did not expect was that the greatest obstacle to his revenge journey would be Mai Shiranui.

“I don't care! I want to go with you!” Mai pouted, arms crossed, her anger making her tremble in the Shiranui Dojo.

Su Ye shook his head helplessly. “Mai, didn’t I tell you? We’re just going to gather information, not to confront them directly.”

Nearby, Dong Chang and Terry nodded frantically to show their agreement. “That’s right, big sis! Trust us!”

Mai Shiranui frowned. “You’re just teaming up to trick me. Do you really think I’m an idiot?”

Su Ye scratched his head and muttered under his breath, “They say big chests mean empty brains…”

“Su! Ye!” Mai erupted. “We duel. If you win, I’ll shut up. If you lose, I’ll lead the trip to South Town!”

“Mai, don’t be impulsive!”

Su Ye nearly scratched his scalp bald—dueling his girlfriend was a lose-lose situation: if he lost, it was embarrassing; if he won... Would he dare? No sleep for him tonight! (Double entendre)

Terry watched them in the center of the training hall, full of excitement. He admired his brother and sister-in-law, but rarely saw them fight seriously, so he eagerly awaited the coming duel.

But Dong Chang, being older and wiser, stood up and dragged Terry away by the collar.

“You two go ahead. We’re headed to the Bajiquan dojo to see Master Tang, as promised.”

“But Dong, Master Tang hasn’t…” Terry protested, confused.

“Shut up!” Dong shouted. “If you don’t, I’ll take off my pants—yours, not mine!”

“Dong, are you really going to teach me your pants-dropping technique?”

“You’re impossible. I told you, it’s not a special move!”

“I know—it’s a secret skill!”

“Get out!”

The two light bulbs disappeared, closing the door behind them and thoughtfully hanging a “closed for business” sign.

Hanzo Shiranui had gone to drink tea at Tang Fu Lu’s place, so the entire Shiranui Dojo was left to Su Ye and Mai Shiranui alone.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned strange.

Outside the dojo, Dong Chang and Terry squatted on the opposite curb, watching the passing girls of all shapes and sizes.

Terry frowned. “Dong, weren’t we supposed to find Master Tang?”

“He didn’t call for us. Why go?” Dong whistled at a passing girl in hot pants and a crop top, earning a polite middle finger.

“But you just said…” Terry was puzzled.

“Just look—your brother and sister-in-law are about to fight. If we don’t leave now, do you really want to watch?”

“Of course! I want to learn from them, maybe even join in and spar a bit!” Terry said earnestly.

Dong rolled his eyes and offered a sincere warning. “Trust me, even if you got surgery in Thailand, your brother would never let you join the fight, unless you were reborn.”

“Why?” Terry was increasingly bewildered. Forgive him—he’d grown up with his mother, a bit too innocent…