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

With a loud thud, Norman Osborn slammed his hand heavily on the table.

Harry stood frozen, staring at the broken wooden table.

Norman, having done all this, was stunned.

He raised his right hand blankly.

Could my own strength be that great?

"Oh!"

Meanwhile, in the New York Police Department's interrogation room.

George slammed his hand on the table and looked at Matt Murdoch across from him.

At this moment, Matt's head, shoulders, and back were all bandaged, making him look like a mummy.

"I am a lawyer. Although my body is in a bad state now, my mind is not damaged."

Matt, wearing his new sunglasses, looked at George Stacy.

“I will not accept some of these absurd accusations.”

After receiving the documents from Peter, George immediately arrested Matt.

Although this evidence could put this Nightmare in jail for several years.

But George felt that wasn't enough; he wanted to also sanction Kingpin, the man behind this guy.

After all, the other side's men had already dared to threaten him in the hospital.

Matt, oblivious to George's expression, continued, "Mr. Wilson Fisk is a model businessman, and I believe that any further accusations without concrete evidence would likely be misinterpreted by him as acts of provoking war."

"Acts of war?"

George shook his head and said, "Believe me, once I get the evidence, I will settle the score with him."

"I'm looking forward to it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to see it while I'm in prison."

Matt pushed up his new, uncomfortable glasses and said, "Sheriff George, give my criminal record to your man."

Before he could finish speaking, George interrupted him, "You think I'd tell you?"

In fact, George doesn't know who the person behind him is either. Peter didn't describe what the person looked like, which is what confuses him.

At this moment, he had no doubt that Peter was the mysterious man.

"No, no, you've misunderstood."

Matt explained to him, “I’m not interested in that guy’s identity. I’m just telling you that if he wanted to, he could take down all the gangs in New York.”

"what?"

"I mean, he has anything you want, but he only gave you evidence about me."

Matt knew that Spider-Man had given some of those things to George Stacy.

"This shows that he still wants to continue his games and continue playing games with the people he is interested in."

George's gaze turned serious. "You're describing a monster."

"Yes, he is a monster."

Matt said in a low voice, "There's a monster inside him, and it's more troublesome than the demons of hell."

"Let's continue our topic, Sheriff George. Since he has no intention of giving you Mr. Fisk's information, it means he considers Mr. Fisk his own possession, so..."

He paused for a moment and continued, "I think you can leave Mr. Fisk alone for now."

Who exactly is this "him" you're talking about?

George leaned forward and asked Matt with a serious look in his eyes.

He could sense that this lawyer seemed to fear the mysterious man more than Kingpin.

"I do not know."

Matt said frankly, "But I reckon you'll get to know him someday, I'm sure you will."

Chapter 68 The Suspicious New Teacher

She had no idea that she was just "lazy," which led the Night Demon to conjure up so many things in her mind.

He stared at the illustrations of biological embryos on the page and fell into thought.

"Hey, Peter."

Gwen suddenly appeared behind him and patted him on the back.

Both of them were in the classroom at the time, and the bell for class had not yet rung.

"Weren't you late today?"

Peter asked her unexpectedly.

"Perhaps there weren't as many surprises today. Life is different every day. Sometimes it's faster, sometimes it's slower. It's all part of the unpredictable nature of fate."

Gwen shrugged. "If I'm late for every class, Miss Fish will definitely criticize me, and she might even have a chat with me. You know, nobody wants to listen to her endless nagging."

"Ah."

Peter expressed his understanding, saying that Spider-Woman couldn't possibly encounter people in need of help every day.

It seems Gwen adapted to her superhero identity very quickly.

"Did Liz invite you to a party at her house?"

Gwen asked him curiously.

"I was invited, but I declined."

"why?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"Actually, I'm not really interested in parties or anything like that."

Gwen let out a breath and said, "The last party I still remember was the spring prom."

"Wear the corsage that's been sitting in the refrigerator all afternoon, a white evening gown, a wide belt, and black trousers and shoes, strike a pose on stage, and wait for the people below to take pictures with Kodak and Polaroid cameras."

She described her strange feeling as, "It's like being forced to participate in some kind of TV audition, being watched by everyone."

"and"

Gwen hesitated for a moment, "I have a feeling something's going to happen."

Hearing Gwen say that, Peter put down his book and looked at Gwen. "Why do you say that, Gwen?"

"I don't know, I just have this strange feeling."

Gwen didn't know how to describe her feelings, and after thinking for a moment, she said:

"It seems like something bad happens at every school party. Last time it was at the American Museum of Natural History in New York, where I almost got hit by the subway, and before that it was the disaster caused by Frank on the football field."

She rested her chin on her hand. "Then the time before that, I think it was the match against Stadler, do you remember?"

"Can not remember."

Peter shook his head.

He wasn't very clear about many of his predecessor's memories, and some of them were even starting to fade.

Gwen recounted an event that had left a deep impression on her.

“I remember the guy’s name was Bruce Trevor. He was kicked off the team the week before the crucial final game against Stadler because someone found a kilogram of marijuana in the back of Trevor’s Civics textbook.”

"Then we lost the match, I remember it was 114 to 56, and our chance to make it to the tournament was gone."

Gwen paused for a moment, then continued, "Okay, that's not the point. Nobody remembers those things. What everyone remembers is the riot that interrupted the fourth quarter."

"Bruce Trevor claimed he was framed, and then a fight broke out. Four people were taken to the hospital with injuries, including the coach, who was hit on the head with a first aid kit."

Gwen's eyes light up whenever she talks about gossip.

"Cough cough, I feel that way now."

Gwen meant to say something worse, a death-related premonition, but what came out was "a premonition that someone is coming with a rotten apple."

Okay, I can't keep thinking about things like death.

Gwen felt that saying something like "Death always favors Gwen Stacy" in front of Peter last time seemed too depressing.

Gwen suddenly remembered something and whispered to Peter, "Our biology teacher has changed."

"Changed?"

"Hmm, it's not Ms. Susan anymore. I heard she's going on maternity leave."

Gwen wanted to say something more, but the school bell rang, and she had no choice but to stop and return to her seat.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed from outside the corridor.

The next second, a figure pushed open the door and entered.

The woman, with her tall and slender figure, immediately attracted the attention of all the students.

The other person was wearing burgundy velvet shorts and a white silk shirt, which perfectly accentuated their figure.

After the new teacher entered the classroom, he looked around at the students below.

King Kong, Thompson, and the others excitedly whistled.

The beautiful teacher was not affected by the commotion from the students below. Instead, she smiled slightly and wrote her name on the board—Helen Nolan.

"It seems you all really welcomed me, which is a huge relief."

Ms. Helen introduced herself with a smile on her face.

"Ms. Helen, do you have a boyfriend?"

"King Kong" asked from below with ill intent.

"Yes I have."