Chapter 146: The Man Who Claims to be Unknown

Anatolia Restaurant.

This is an upscale open air Turkish style restaurant.

One of the most outstanding advantages of Turkish cuisine is that even with the use of heavy sauces and seasonings, the ingenious Turkish chefs can still preserve the original flavor of the food.

The only difference is that the food types are relatively simple, with most of them being beef and mutton. But compared to the food desert of New York, it is many times better.

night.

Peter and his group of four sat outside the open-air restaurant, which is on the third floor. From there they could see the bustling traffic, the neon lights in the night, and the starry sky. It was indeed a great spot to check in and enjoy the view.

"Don't be polite, just order whatever you want and eat whatever you want!"

Harry, a second-generation rich man, looked at the various dishes on the electronic tablet, simply ordered two, and then handed the tablet to others.

"Didn't we agree that I would treat you to this meal?! What's wrong with you?!"

"Next time, Peter! This is my uncle's restaurant, I can't let you spend money, right?!"

As Harry spoke, he took out a Supreme Black Card from his pocket, and printed on it was the name of this store - Anatolia!

Well! It’s good to have a rich second-generation brother, who can always force me to eat the dog!

Peter took the tablet, looked at it for a while, and said to the waiter beside him:
"Wheat bean salad, mussel dolma, and hummus sauce, please!"

"Hey, Peter, hummus sauce is a must-have for every table. You don't have to order it separately..."

Harry leaned over to Peter's ear and whispered.

If Peter is now embarrassed and wants to scratch the floor with his feet, why didn't you say so earlier, old man?!

I've been looking up tips online to pretend to be a big shot, but I still haven't figured it out...

"Um... that's all, thank you..."

Rolling his eyes at Harry, Peter poured a glass of red wine from the decanter. Seeing that the wine was still clinging to the glass, he took a small sip.

"I've always been curious about a question. It is said that the people imprisoned here used to be political criminals, murderers, and lunatics. Do you think these people are still there now?!"

Peter always has a bad premonition. This premonition is not brought to him by the spider sense, but a feeling in his heart. He always feels that after becoming Spider-Man, wherever he goes, there will be crimes...

"That's not all! I also heard that those who had smallpox before were unable to be cured and were exiled to this island to die. Who would have thought that hundreds of years later, this place would become a great tourist attraction?!"

Harry added something else.

"Hey, we're about to eat, can you please stop talking about these disgusting things?!"

MJ twisted Harry's arm gently, and then the old man pointed at Peter and betrayed him without hesitation.

"You're right, it's all Peter's fault. We're about to eat, can you please stop talking about these disgusting things?!"

Looking at Harry's indignant and righteous look, Peter really wanted to slap him to death!

And he's still talking about himself. This guy is also not humane to the opposite sex...

"But I heard that there seemed to be some big monkeys here, and there had been incidents of people getting hurt..."

"How big can a giant monkey be?! Could it be as big as King Kong?!"

"You mean a gorilla? The next largest monkey is probably a baboon..."

Looking at the somewhat jumpy Harry, Gwen complained speechlessly.

"Baboon?! They are very ferocious. Not only do they throw stones at people, but they also eat people..."

"Although they are primates, they are still animals. According to my father, when planning this place, many people were sent to hunt the baboons here. I guess there are only a few left..."

Harry poured himself a glass of red wine, and then poured one for MJ. Gwen didn't drink it because she didn't know how to drink.

"Hey, Peter Parker!"

Hearing someone calling him, Peter turned around with a confused look on his face. It was a 1 meter tall man with a strong body.

Judging from his appearance, he should be a mixed race of Central Asian and European descent, with both the unique beauty of an Oriental and the ruggedness of a Westerner.

Although he was handsome, Peter really didn't know this guy...

"You are……"

"I am an ominous magician who travels in any multiverse. My name is Richard Philips. You can call me Richard~"

The mysterious man who suddenly appeared stretched out a hand towards Peter, but Peter did not reach out his hand. He just frowned and looked at the other person.

"Hey, Peter, you're right. There seems to be a mental illness here! I think this guy is seriously ill..."

Harry looked at this inexplicable mysterious man and whispered to Peter.

Gwen looked at the man with caution, while MJ looked confused.

"do we know each other?!"

Since the other party mentioned the multiverse, it means that this guy must not be an ordinary person!

"We have known each other for a long time. We have fought together as comrades, resisted zombies, and defeated the gods who thought they were high above us..."

The man named Richard gently shook the brandy in his hand, looked at Peter quietly for a moment, smiled, and then took a sip.

"Peter, Harry is right, this must be a mental illness..."

Gwen also whispered to Peter.

"Hey, hey, hey, Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy, you are still as suspicious as ever?!"

"You're investigating me?!"

"There's no need to investigate. I know everything..."

"Hey, man, let's go over there and talk..."

Peter stood up, walked to the corner with the man named Richard and asked:

"Okay, now can you tell me how we met?!"

The zombies and so-called gods that this guy talked about did exist in the Marvel Universe. Others may not know it, but Peter knows it very well.

"By chance, you came to my universe, and then fought with me. I beat you to a pulp. I will never forget it!"

"If what you said is true, then that is what I did in the future. If you want revenge, it has nothing to do with me now!"

"Relax, man! I'm just traveling this world with my wife and sons, and I came to see you..."

Richard raised his eyebrows, then pointed to two little boys and a beautiful woman in a red coat sitting not far away.

"Wanda?!"

"You're not Vision, are you?!"

"Don't compare me to that guy. Okay, let me formally introduce myself!"

"My nickname is the Silent Mage, but I still like people to call me the Melee Mage! After all, I like to be smashed!!!"

"By the way, in a sense, we are the same kind of people!"

"Reincarnated..."

Hearing these three words, Peter stared at the other person with wide eyes. His heart seemed to stop for a moment, then beat faster. Dark magic unconsciously lingered in his hands, and even the spider arm blade flickered faintly...

"That's right, you told me yourself that we are all reincarnated. Although we have legitimate identities in the Marvel Universe, our essential souls do not belong to this Marvel Universe..."

"Isn't it..."

(End of this chapter)