Marvel: Devour to Evolve From Naruto

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"I believe you."

That was Ron's answer.

Exactly what Gwen expected.

Still, it made her heart skip a beat with joy.

Suddenly, her expression changed.

She quickly looked down at her arm.

The smooth, hairless skin felt tight.

"Ron, there's danger!"

She snapped her head up, scanning the crowd for the man she had just seen.

Her instincts screamed at her.

The danger came from him!

But as she looked around—

The man had already vanished.

Meanwhile, Ron was in the crowd.

He spotted a few men in black suits.

Their waists bulged slightly.

Their expressions were cold and serious.

They were scanning the area, searching.

Looking at their outfits—

A scene from a movie flashed through Ron's mind.

John Wick.

The injured man from before—wasn't he John Wick?

Ron's eyes flickered with cold light.

The Continental Hotel—an assassin organization.

And they dared to bring guns into a Stark Industries banquet?

Then, he noticed something.

The men were pressing their fingers to their ears.

Listening intently.

Clearly, they had earpieces.

A few seconds later, their faces lit up with satisfaction.

They turned and started moving—quickly—toward him.

Gwen's eyes sharpened.

She could feel the danger radiating from them.

As they passed Ron—

He suddenly reached out, blocking their way.

"Who let you barge into Stark's banquet?"

"The Continental Hotel?"

They froze.

Then, hearing that name—

Their hands instinctively went to their waists.

"You are..."

Ron's expression turned icy.

His pupils instantly shifted to a deep red.

Sharingan appeared.

His crimson eyes locked onto theirs.

Their reflections trembled in his gaze.

A surge of overwhelming mental power crushed them instantly.

Gwen's eyes widened in shock.

She stared at Ron.

He had his back to her.

She couldn't see his eyes.

But her Spider-Sense wasn't wrong.

The pressure Ron emitted just now—

Was unlike anything she had ever felt!

It was as if—

If Ron wanted to attack her—

She could only run.

Of course, that was partly because she hadn't fully tapped into her potential yet.

After all, Spider-Man was often called "Little Hulk."

Strength was never an issue.

Even if Gwen wasn't Peter Parker—

Even if, as a woman, her raw power was slightly lower—

It wouldn't be that much lower.

Ron looked at the men and said coldly, "Follow me."

Then, he turned and walked away.

The black-suited men, silent and unresisting, followed behind him obediently.

"Gwen, if you have something to do, go ahead and enjoy the party. I have some things to take care of."

As he passed by Gwen, Ron chuckled casually.

"Alright, go ahead," Gwen nodded sweetly.

She curiously stared into his eyes.

So beautiful...

Wait—so Ron was a superpowered person too?

And his ability was... his eyes?

Wow!

Did that mean—

We'd have even more in common?

As memories of her time with Ron flooded her mind, Gwen could only imagine—

The two of them fighting crime together in the future.

...

Wait!

Did that mean—

Her attempt to hide her identity earlier—

Was completely pointless?!

Ugh!

Damn you, Ron!

He knew all along—

And he just played along, watching me embarrass myself!

Just wait till you're done with your business!

Ron had no idea what Gwen was thinking.

Right now—

He was leading a group of black-suited men—

Straight to John Wick.

John's body tensed.

Then—

He got a clear look at Ron.

And relaxed.

This wasn't one of those brain-dead assassins.

He had planned to crash Stark's banquet for a reason.

Santino had used the Blood Oath Marker.

Forced him to kill Santino's sister.

But after he completed the job—

Santino turned around and tried to kill him to tie up loose ends.

On top of that—

Santino had destroyed his home.

Old grudges and new ones stacked up.

John had broken the Continental's rules.

He shot Santino inside the hotel.

And so—

His hunt began.

Without weapons—

With only a few friends willing to help—

He was gravely injured, struggling to escape the Continental's relentless pursuit.

With nowhere else to turn—

He heard about Stark's banquet.

Nobody in the world dared to disrespect Stark.

John had counted on that.

If he could just slip into the party, maybe he could buy himself some time.

But he didn't expect—

That these assassins would be this crazy.

Bringing guns into Stark's banquet?

The moment he realized something was off—

He knew he had to leave quietly.

But then—

Ron stopped him.

This wasn't some nameless assassin.

John had done his homework.

He knew who Ron was.

After listening to John's story—

Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.

Wait a minute...

Wasn't I just thinking about getting a bodyguard?

John Wick—the Boogeyman of the assassin world.

A man who stood at the absolute peak of human combat.

Couldn't ask for a better fit.

If Ron saved him—

In exchange, John would have to be his bodyguard.

Sounded fair, right?

What? He wouldn't agree?

Alright then.

No invitation.

Snuck into the banquet to escape his enemies.

And, in doing so, led armed killers into the event.

Almost caused a major panic.

Hmm...

Might as well kill him.

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