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

Craven's expression turned somewhat unpleasant upon hearing the last question.

He turned his gaze to the reporter who had raised the question. "A game? Well, it is indeed a very interesting hunt, but it is just a game purely for the entertainment of the masses."

"Alright, please leave now. We're going to resume filming as usual."

As he spoke, he pushed through the crowd and walked toward his team.

He stopped a short distance from Peter and Gwen and glanced at them.

Gwen blew on a strand of blonde hair that had fallen down her head.

“Let’s go, Peter. I don’t want to see that guy putting on an act.”

Gwen tried to pull Peter away.

"Don't you want to teach him a lesson here?"

Peter wasn't very interested in the guy, and as he walked with Gwen, he asked her, "I remember you said you were going to hang him on the bridge."

"uh-huh."

Gwen had her hands in her pockets, looking very relaxed. "I did say that before, but not now. I'm more interested in vampires now, especially that woman called Vampire Princess."

"As for now."

Gwen turned around and stopped. "Want to grab a Taco Bell together?"

(Tucker Bell: A famous American chain of Mexican-style jewelry restaurants.)

Are you hungry now?

Peter glanced at his phone. "It's only four o'clock in the afternoon."

He's starting to wonder if Gwen really is a rabbit reincarnated, since she gets hungry so easily.

"You have no idea what I went through this morning."

Gwen complained to Peter: "I encountered a group of oddly dressed guys robbing people in Times Square, two men and a woman, they even had stun guns and they ran really fast."

Peter asked curiously, "You caught them?"

"of course."

Gwen said proudly, "I arrived at the scene immediately after the robbed stall owners cursed them to get cancer."

"That's a truly vicious curse."

Ignoring Peter's complaints, Gwen continued, "Their equipment is all over the place, they can't even manage to dress uniformly."

Gwen quickly added, "I'm not saying they have to wear bodysuits. Of course, not everyone can wear bodysuits, and judging from their body types, bodysuits wouldn't suit them."

Gwen spoke of this with a hint of pride.

Well, only I and Peter look the best in bodysuits.

"Cough cough."

She realized that she had been talking the whole time, while Peter had been listening the whole time.

Gwen felt she had said too much, so she coughed and changed the subject, "Peter, can you tell me about vampires? I'd like to know more about them."

"can."

Craven frowned as he watched Peter and Gwen walk away.

As a natural hunter who has hunted countless animals, including some dark creatures, he always possesses an innate keen sense for dangerous prey.

He sensed a strong sense of danger from these two students.

Especially with that male high school student.

Although he didn't know why two high school students gave him this feeling.

Is it my own illusion?

Staring at Peter's retreating figure, his expression grew uneasy.

"Oh!"

A wall made a dull thud as it was struck.

Crimson Bar.

Harriet was struck hard in the chest.

He was punched in the chest, and it felt as if all the air in his lungs had been sucked out.

He tried to bend over to catch his breath, but he couldn't, so he started coughing violently.

It was as if an angry weasel was hiding in his chest, and he was trying to get rid of it.

"Are you awake?"

Across from him, the man wearing black gloves asked him in an icy tone.

The other person grabbed his clothes, their face filled with a murderous aura.

Even those sunglasses couldn't hide the other person's murderous aura.

The man in the leather jacket and carrying the silver sword made him tremble at just a glance.

As a vampire, he usually hides in this bar and only comes out at night.

Although he was somewhat well-informed, he was still just a nobody.

He never imagined that he would be targeted by such a legendary vampire hunter.

In a sense—

The burly black man in the leather jacket, the legendary vampire hunter, stared at him and spoke slowly.

At this point, Harriet no longer had enough air to speak.

As he listened to the other person speak, he gasped for breath, trying to fill his lungs with air again.

"If you're going to hit someone, the chest is an excellent spot."

The black man wearing sunglasses continued:

"Especially when your target is untrained, there are a lot of nerves here, and soldiers pay great attention to strengthening this area. They train the muscles here to be as hard as armor, but for amateurs, the chest is the most effective target."

"Bang"!

His fist struck Harriet in the chest again.

"The same goes for these vampires! Tell me, what is Victor planning? Why have all the vampires in New York been mobilized? What are you plotting? Tell me!"

He forced the last sentence out of his mouth, then grabbed the other person's body and slammed it heavily against the wall.

"Oh!"

Harriet's body fell onto the ground, which was littered with debris, and her spine looked as if it were about to break.

"I have no idea!"

Harriet cried out in horror, "Victor is dead!"

Victor is the head of these vampires in New York and a member of the Vampire Elders.

"impossible!"

The vampire hunter's expression turned somewhat grim. "He's no small fry."

As he spoke, his arm transformed into a knife and slashed at Harriet's neck.

Harriet coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face flushed red, her eyes looking as if they were about to be sucked into her brain or pop out of their sockets.

"You cold-blooded animals seem to have no fear of death."

The vampire hunter grabbed the man, drew his silver sword from his back, and plunged it into his shoulder.

Blood spurted out immediately, and Harriet trembled all over in pain.

“I’m telling the truth. Victor is dead. A new group of vampires has appeared in New York, and both humans and vampires are on their kill list!”

Harriet intermittently told the other person what she knew.

"Do the elders know?"

"I don't know, but now all the vampires are living in fear, and they don't even dare to go out at night."

Upon hearing this, the vampire hunter remained silent for a moment before pulling his silver sword from the other man's shoulder.

The so-called Council of Elders is the largest power organization in the underground vampire faction.

Harriet was injured by silver and was suffering immense pain, her face contorted in agony.

"Is that vampire princess from a newly emerged vampire faction?"

"I don't know."

"Whoosh!"

The silver sword was pulled out by the vampire hunter and stuck into his back.

He took off his own sunglasses and put them on Harriet's eyes.

"Then let's hope you're lucky and can make it through."

With that, he turned and walked out.

Harriet, wearing sunglasses, radiated a silvery light and screamed in agony.

The next second, the light pierced through his body.

Chapter 108 A Credit-Based Dating from the Black Cat

"Dating Ads and Reader Letters" section.

Peter picked up the Daily Bugle and turned to this section of the newspaper.

"Little Spider, I was so fascinated by our last meeting that I couldn't sleep at night. What about you?"

Life is like flowing water; let's not waste it. I'll be waiting for you on the rooftop where we last met—Little Kitty.

Looking at the comments above, Peter fell into deep thought.