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

Gwen hugged him tightly.

"Although hugs aren't the main topic tonight, thank you, Peter."

As the light rain fell, Gwen felt a little warmer.

His own black and white uniform was stained with blood and dirt, but Peter's black uniform was completely undamaged.

She could even smell a faint, pleasant scent.

She found herself unable to escape the smell.

Chapter 98 Tony Stark's First Appearance

The voice of a news anchor came from the radio.

Uncle Ben's car engine soon stopped due to overflow.

"It seems like today is really bad weather, which makes everything else seem bad too."

Uncle Ben got out of the car, glanced at the overcast sky above, and said to Peter, who was also getting out of the car.

"It's probably an engine problem."

Peter discovered the problem simply by listening to the sound.

"Hmm, the quality of cars now is far worse than before. I remember my first car, a 1977 Primogeton. I drove it out of the garage, hit the fender, and then crashed into a tree on the side of the road. It went through a lot of trouble but didn't break down."

Uncle Ben recounted his glorious deeds.

Peter nodded. "It seems you were quite rebellious before, Uncle Ben."

“My era was different from yours. Rebellion and punk were the themes of that time, and the social atmosphere was quite strange back then.”

Uncle Ben opened the hood of the car and said to Peter.

After Peter made a simple repair to the engine, the car started again.

The two are now heading to Osborne Estate.

"Meanwhile, Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Industries, was confirmed dead last night. Although police officials and a spokesperson for Osborn Industries claimed that Norman Osborn's death was unrelated to last night's Brooklyn Bridge incident, it still raises suspicions."

The news anchor's voice continued.

Uncle Ben reached out and turned up the volume a bit, sighed, and said to Peter, "Mr. Osborne invited our whole family over last time. I never expected such an accident to happen to him."

Uncle Ben felt some regret over Norman Osborn's death.

He had no idea that the person indirectly responsible for Norman's death was his nephew sitting next to him.

Peter, his gaze fixed on the rapidly passing scenery, calmly said to Uncle Ben, "It's not surprising that Norman Osborn made many enemies."

"You and Harry are friends."

Uncle Ben turned to Peter and said, "Harry must be having a really tough time. Maybe you can help him get through this."

Peter didn't say anything after Uncle Ben mentioned Harry; he just nodded.

I hypnotized Harry last night, and he should forget his "parricide" act.

The radio broadcast continued, but Peter's brow furrowed as he listened.

Official media outlets have consistently downplayed the existence of Green Goblin and the two "Spider-Men".

Even though the fierce fighting on the Brooklyn Bridge yesterday has been witnessed by everyone.

Furthermore, the media failed to reveal to the public that Norman Osborn was the Green Goblin.

After he and Gwen left last night, the police should have arrived at the scene of Norman Osborn's death very quickly.

Therefore, these police officers should have known that the other party was the Green Goblin.

He was deep in thought when his phone suddenly vibrated.

I took out my phone and saw that Liz had uploaded a video of the battle on the Brooklyn Bridge to her personal channel and tagged me.

Amidst the raging flames, explosions, and screams from the crowd, Green Goblin was slammed heavily to the ground.

The violent explosions and muffled crashes made the entire scene resemble a battlefield.

Peter put down his phone and looked toward Osborne Estate, which was getting closer and closer.

We live in an internet society now, and even if the authorities wanted to completely cover it up, it would be impossible.

At Osborne Estate, crowds of mourners were everywhere.

Gwen also came to the scene with George Stacy.

However, she was in a bad mood, thinking about how she had been wearing a mask and shouting at Norman Osborn yesterday, and now she was attending his funeral.

This strange feeling was really hard for her to accept.

However, after she saw Peter, these bad feelings were relieved a lot.

"Peter."

Gwen came up to greet her.

Uncle Ben wisely gave up his space and went to chat with George.

"Still haven't gotten over it, Gwen?"

Peter asked Gwen, who had her hands in her pockets and a very dejected expression.

"I"

Gwen hesitated before saying, "I just don't know how to face Harry."

Peter comforted Gwen, saying, "Just like before, Harry doesn't remember what happened last night, so just pretend nothing happened."

“I know, although… it’s a bit difficult.”

Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "If I could, I would pretend nothing happened. But I can't be that calm."

She was whispering when Harry, with red-rimmed eyes, walked towards them.

“Peter, Gwen.”

Harry greeted the two of them.

Seeing Harry's flustered state, Gwen suddenly grabbed her unsure left hand.

Their first time holding hands happened unexpectedly for Gwen.

Gwen's initial panic subsided considerably after feeling the warmth from Peter's hand.

"Harry."

Gwen looked at Harry with a heavy heart. "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry was puzzled, wondering why Gwen was apologizing to him.

Harry shook his head. "This has nothing to do with you, Gwen. Thank you for coming today, and thank you Parker too."

So, what are your plans for the future?

Gwen hesitated for a moment before asking him.

A look of confusion crossed Harry's eyes. "I don't know. Maybe I need to think carefully about what's next in my life. I've always hoped that one day I could break free from my father's control, but that day has finally come."

He didn't say what he was going to say next, but they both knew what he wanted to say.

Gwen let out a breath and said to Harry, "No matter what happens to you, we'll help you. Peter and I are best friends."

“I know, thank you, Gwen. You and Peter are my whole high school life. All I’ve gained in all this time are you two friends.”

Harry wanted to say something more, but the butler came over to him and said a few words.

"Sorry, I have other people to see."

Harry gave the two a helpless look and then quickly left.

Peter watched the other person walk away.

He always felt that Harry seemed to know something.

Unintentionally, my peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the manor entrance.

A man wearing sunglasses walked in, surrounded by bodyguards.

Peter frowned as he looked at the other person's smug face.

That looks like Tony Stark?

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Chapter 99 Remarks on the launch

My abilities are limited, and I rack my brains every day. What I fear most is letting down the readers' love and support, so I feel like I'm walking on thin ice, trembling with fear.

Before putting pen to paper, one has a vast and profound vision in mind; after putting pen to paper, one finds the writing unbearable to read.

Fortunately, I wasn't disliked by everyone and was able to persevere until now.

Thank you to all the readers, thank you to my editor Penglai, and thank you to "Little Newbie" and "Chestnut" for always giving me confidence. Without you, this book might never have come into being.

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Chapter 100 Is this acting or a real battle royale?

"You know him?"