I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

It seems that Gwen's rationality has not yet been taken away by the poison.

She is still the Gwen who puts others before herself.

Although Peter did not agree with this idea, he could not deny that it was Gwen who often touched his heart.

"I'm sure, please, go help her first, I can still hold on."

Peter stared at Gwen's white mask, then slowly nodded.

I walked up to the black cat, bent down, and looked at the black cat leaning against the wall.

The black cat was not unconscious yet, but its eyes had turned slightly red, and it was panting as it looked at Peter.

A feeling of intense heat coursed through my body, and it felt as if something I couldn't suppress was about to burst forth.

She parted her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

next second.

Peter reached out and removed the mask from her face.

The black cat's true form immediately appeared before him.

The black cat was stunned when Peter took off his mask.

Green, incredulous eyes looked at Peter.

Chapter 61 Cats Always Steal Something

Gwen, who was standing next to him, was also stunned.

The black cat's stunning beauty, revealed after its mask was removed, took her breath away.

His emerald green eyes were deep and profound, and the contours of his face beneath his long silver hair were like those of a sculpture.

Even as a woman herself, Gwen had to admit that the other woman was definitely the kind of woman who attracted men the most.

The black cat was startled when its mask was removed.

After realizing what had happened, anger immediately filled my heart.

How dare that bastard?!

She raised her hand, wanting to give this bastard a solid slap.

But she was so weak that even her outstretched hand was limp and powerless.

With a "snap," Peter grabbed her arm.

"Your claws aren't very sharp anymore, Miss Black Cat."

Peter was slightly surprised when he saw the other person's appearance.

He grabbed the black cat's arm and whispered, "Or are you unwilling to receive the antidote?"

There's no need to remove my mask.

The black cat said indignantly.

If I weren't so weak, I would have scratched that bastard's face until it bled.

“You don’t need to hide your identity, Miss Hardy.”

Matt, who was leaning against the wall on the ground, interrupted, panting.

His voice was muffled, as if his mouth was stuffed with stones and syrup.

Peter's series of attacks had just caused him serious physical damage.

He wanted to laugh out loud, but the pain in his body made him stop after a couple of laughs.

"After all, I've always known that your surname is Hardy."

Even in utter defeat, he still maintained his so-called composure.

"You Kingpin's lackey!"

The black cat clutched its chest, its hateful gaze fixed on Matt. "I'll kill you!"

"Cough cough."

Matt coughed as he struggled to untangle his wrinkled suit.

A red shirt peeked out from under the open suit jacket, with the words "I am not Kingpin" written on it.

Kingpin? Me?

He pointed to a few words on his shirt. “You’ve got the words wrong, Miss Hardy. I’m just a blind messenger of justice who can’t even dress himself properly.”

The black cat ignored his clever words and turned its gaze to Peter.

The next second, Peter shoved the vial containing the antidote into her mouth.

The black cat stared at Peter in astonishment, its mouth puffing out.

As she felt the changes in her body, her anger gradually subsided.

Staring at Peter, she quickly reached out to tear off the mask from his face.

But the moment she touched the black mask, she felt a chill.

The mask the other person was wearing was tightly fitted to their face, without any gaps.

It looks as if it originally existed on his face, rather than being a mask he was wearing.

As she moved her fingers away from Peter's face, the slight shivering sensation she had felt from the black cat's fingers vanished.

"you!"

A look of shock appeared in her eyes.

What kind of monster is this?!

Why did you stop moving?

Peter looked at the stunned black cat and pretended to be puzzled as he asked her.

"Because you're right, my claws aren't very sharp anymore."

The black cat's mood returned to normal, and she smiled at Peter.

Haven't you heard the saying, "Curiosity killed the cat"?

Peter stood up as he spoke, preparing to administer the antidote to Gwen.

Then the arm reached out to Peter again.

Peter, assuming she would use the same trick again, ignored her actions.

However, the black cat's arm movement this time was just a feint.

The next second, her lips approached the exoskeleton mask covering Peter's face.

Then their lips touched lightly.

"I believe more in this saying: cats never lose out; they always steal something."

As it spoke, the black cat stretched its body like a nimble cat, flipped over and jumped onto the windowsill, smiled at Peter, and then leaped down.

Peter, who had been "ambushed," was slightly taken aback.

Then, subconsciously, he glanced at Gwen.

Gwen hadn't expected the black cat to do something so outrageous, and she awkwardly looked away.

strange!

Why do I have this feeling of suddenly losing something?!

After taking the antidote, Gwen quickly regained her strength.

Worried about her father's condition, she grabbed the antidote and rushed to the hospital.

After everyone else had left, only Peter and Matt remained in the room.

Matt, panting heavily, leaned against the wall and stared at Peter.

"I don't know."

He asked Peter, "You and them... you're clearly not the same kind of people, why?"

Peter looked down at the other person. "What kind of person am I?"

“We all understand what evil is, and we are not bound by so-called rules.”

Matt exhaled, his mouth filled with blood and foam, and speaking became increasingly difficult.

"Although I cannot see, I can sense the malicious intent surrounding you. They say I am a demon, but you are something more terrifying than a demon."

Peter frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Although this guy is blind, he can see more than a normal person sometimes.

"Cough cough."

He coughed again before he could finish speaking.

Peter stared at him for a while, the tail barb that had pierced Frank's throat last time extending from its end.

It easily pierced through any existing tail spikes and hurtled towards Matt's eyes with a "whoosh".

The tip of the tail spike was only a few centimeters away from his pupil.

Matt seemed to sense something too, but he didn't blink.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds before Peter slowly retracted his stinger.

For guys like that, sometimes being alive is more valuable than being dead.

"You work for Kingpin?"

Matt let out a sigh of relief. "If that's your opinion, then that's the answer."

"These ninjas are all from the Hand, right?"

Peter asked him again.