Chapter 11 – Ruler of Midtown
Stark Tower.
After nearly a hundred executives and shareholders of Stark Industries had been arrested right inside the conference room, Colonel Rhodes finally withdrew from the building along with his military unit.
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Once the situation fully settled down, Blake Thorne gave Tony Stark a casual farewell gesture and prepared to leave.
But Tony stopped him almost immediately.
"Blake… back in Afghanistan, you saved my life. And today, you helped me deal with something huge again."
Tony paused for a moment. His expression turned unusually serious as he continued,
"I want to give you an additional ten percent of Stark Industries' shares."
Faced with an offer worth hundreds of billions of dollars—an amount that could easily multiply many times over in the future—Blake simply shook his head lightly and replied,
"No need for shares. Like I said before, money doesn't really mean much to me."
He tilted his head slightly, as if thinking, then added casually,
"Hmm… if you really insist on giving me something, how about building me a villa instead?"
"The location of your place is great—the view's amazing. Build it next to your house. That way, we can be neighbors."
The moment Tony heard that, his eyes lit up. He nodded without hesitation.
Becoming Blake's neighbor? That wasn't just a good idea—it was an incredible one.
To Tony, Blake wasn't just an ally. He was an extremely valuable friend.
When he thought about it carefully, how many people in the world could match Blake's influence, power, and achievements at such a young age?
Blake wasn't just some mysterious "special individual." He was clearly someone with unimaginable wealth as well—someone who simply didn't care about it.
But Tony understood how the world worked.
Sometimes, money itself could be a superpower.
"The Superpower of Money," Tony said with a grin.
Blake let out a soft laugh. "Superpower of Money? Heh…"
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Tony handed over the remaining corporate matters to Pepper Potts and personally escorted Blake down to the ground floor.
As they walked, Tony suddenly threw out a teasing question.
"By the way, Blake… earlier you mentioned someone named Vanessa. She's your teacher, right? So… is she hot? Nice body?"
The image of Vanessa immediately popped into Blake's mind—a strict, overweight biology teacher who looked like an unfriendly old nun, well past forty-five.
Blake flashed a mischievous smile and answered smoothly,
"Yeah, she's our biology teacher. Her body's… hot. Her face is… well, let's just say it's unique and unforgettable."
"I'll arrange it so you can meet her sometime. A romantic dinner. Candlelight."
"Ohhh~ Blake, you really are my brother!" Tony immediately drifted off into wild fantasies about "Biology Teacher Vanessa."
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Midtown School of Science and Technology.
When Blake stepped into the crowded classroom, he saw chaos in its purest form.
Some students were studying seriously. Others were glued to their phones. A few were chatting loudly, and in the corner of the room, a couple was openly making out.
Blake walked in calmly, his expression neutral.
Honestly, it wasn't surprising. This was American high school culture.
Teenagers in their rebellious phase had almost no sense of discipline. Even during class, students came and went without asking permission or offering an apology.
Naturally, Blake followed local customs.
When in Rome.
The moment Blake reappeared after his long absence, Peter Parker—also known as the "little Spider-Man"—waved enthusiastically, signaling for Blake to take the empty seat beside him.
Blake glanced at Peter with a look of pure disdain, then turned away and headed straight for the back row.
That single action immediately disturbed the group of white students occupying those seats.
An Asian transfer student who hadn't even been here long, skipping school this often? Worse than them?
The back row was occupied by teenagers straight out of an American movie—tall, muscular, and built like amateur bodybuilders.
Students?
Blake couldn't help but feel confused.
Was this a high school, or an MMA training camp?
Luckily, Blake himself came equipped with "martial arts."
Bullying wasn't exactly a concern.
As Blake approached, one of the students—Flash Thompson, freshly crowned the "ruler of the class"—shot him a hostile glare and raised his middle finger.
Flash casually lifted his leg and placed it on the empty chair beside him, completely ignoring the young teacher standing at the front of the room.
His friends followed suit.
In the blink of an eye, every empty seat in the back row had been occupied by… feet.
Flash grinned, tilted his head, and mocked him openly,
"Go back to the front rows, yellow monkey. This place isn't for people like you."
The moment the racist insult left Flash's mouth, the previously noisy classroom fell into dead silence.
Even the couple making out stopped.
The two most popular girls in class—Gwen and Mary Jane—turned their heads toward Blake.
Gwen, who had personally witnessed Blake's strength before, could only sigh inwardly.
Someone was about to have a very bad day.
Blake himself looked mildly annoyed.
He didn't like hurting kids.
But if he didn't do something now, these troublemaking white teenagers would only escalate things further.
At that moment, Peter Parker stood up.
Seeing his close friend being harassed, Peter couldn't stay silent—despite knowing he'd probably get beaten for it.
Pointing at Flash, Peter spoke loudly,
"Flash! You need to apologize to Blake for your behavior!"
Flash's expression twisted into rage as he prepared to threaten Peter back—
But Blake didn't give him the chance.
With calm steps, he moved forward, reached out, and grabbed Flash by the shoulder as easily as lifting a chick.
Before anyone could even react, Blake spun Flash around and dragged him toward the window.
He opened the window—one without any safety bars—and without hesitation—
Flash Thompson was thrown out.
His body slammed through open air, tumbling down from the second floor.
Blake then spoke coldly, his voice calm but unmistakably clear,
"From today onward, anyone who puts their feet on a chair… gets thrown out the window."
"I'm not joking."
After saying that, Blake casually sat down in Flash's seat, as if nothing had happened.
It took several seconds before the entire class processed what they'd just seen.
"Holy—Flash fell!"
"Is he dead?!"
"This is the second floor, right? He shouldn't be dead…"
All eyes rushed toward the window.
Outside, Flash Thompson could be seen staggering as he tried to stand back up.
The students let out a collective sigh of relief.
Then they looked back at Blake—this time with pure fear.
'This guy… he's serious. He really prefers solving things the violent way,' Gwen Stacy thought silently as she watched Blake sitting calmly at the back of the classroom.
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In the principal's office, Blake stood before the elderly man seated behind the desk.
With a serious expression, he delivered a short, direct statement:
"To stop bullies from oppressing other students… let me be the ruler of this school."
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