Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

After instructing Tony to put pressure on the military, Peter didn't waste any more time with him.

Instead, he lifted his foot and stepped into the air, propelling himself rapidly downwards.

In the blink of an eye, Peter was back on the top floor of Stark Tower.

As soon as he landed, his expression turned rather unpleasant.

The rooftop was a complete mess.

The Scorpion Man and the Judgement Assassin brothers were both unconscious to the side.

Gwen and Bullseye, on the other hand, looked like they had both suffered heavy losses.

Bullseye's hands and feet were broken by the Wheel of Fate's machine gun, and he was now tightly bound to the wall by the spikes protruding from the front of his flying skateboard.

Gwen's situation is equally dire.

She was covered in wounds, and a metal playing card was stuck in her shoulder.

What made Peter even more nervous was that Gwen had a wound on her arm that was now swollen and the area around the wound was visibly bluish-purple.

It's the scorpion-man's neurotoxin!

Peter reached out and beckoned to the flying skateboard, placing his hand on it. He quickly learned the course of events through the Wheel of Fortune.

With Gwen's current strength, she could easily handle these four people.

But the problem lies in her "no killing" principle.

Because Gwen was unwilling to kill the Scorpion Man, he seized the opportunity to graze her arm with his stinger.

Due to the neurotoxins from the scorpion stinger, Gwen's movements began to slow down.

This led to her being hit by the Judgement Killer and Bullseye's flying cards in succession.

If it weren't for the Wheel of Fortune's intervention at the crucial moment, Gwen might have been surrounded and killed by these four!

Seeing that these four bastards had managed to injure Gwen so badly, Peter naturally couldn't let them live any longer.

His icy gaze immediately fell on Bullseye, whose limbs had been broken by the Wheel of Fate and who could only writhe on the ground like a maggot.

Upon noticing Peter's cold, emotionless eyes, Bullseye felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickened his wriggling pace, trying to get rid of Peter, this terrifying demon king.

But this was clearly futile.

In the blink of an eye, Peter appeared in front of him, grabbed the guy by the neck, and lifted him up.

Seeing that he had no chance to escape.

Bullseye steeled himself, opened his mouth, and spat out the razor blade he had been hiding in his mouth, attempting to slit Peter's throat with it.

But... how could Peter possibly fall for such a petty trick?

He simply tilted his head and easily dodged the blade that was spat out by the bullseye.

Sensing the approach of death, Bullseye hurriedly tried to beg for mercy:

"My lord, I surrender. I am willing to serve you. Furthermore, I know many of Kingpin's secrets, and I can help you..."

Click!

Peter didn't even bother to listen to Bullseye's nonsense. With a little force, he snapped Bullseye's neck cleanly and decisively.

A piece of trash like Bullseye, who enjoys torturing the weak, doesn't deserve to join the Fist of Shadows at all.

After casually sacrificing Bullseye's suit and gaining 500 sacrificial points, Peter tossed the trash on the ground and walked over to Gwen.

"You...you..."

Peter pinched Gwen's pretty face, his voice filled with helplessness and heartache:

"I've told you so many times, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself."

"I...I just feel..."

Gwen's voice was intermittent. The venom in the Scorpion Man's body was not simple; just a few milligrams were enough to take down an elephant.

Gwen's ability to hold on this long is a result of the spider genes within her working at full power.

"Alright, that's enough."

A soft white light emanated from Peter's palm as he gently pressed it against Gwen's wound.

The power of the horse talisman is activated.

Those gruesome wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the strange neurotoxins in her body were rapidly purified under this magical power.

In no time, Gwen's injuries had healed.

After confirming that Gwen was alright, Peter turned to look at the other three unconscious people on the ground.

Just as he was about to snap Scorpion's neck as he would Bullseye, Gwen rushed up and grabbed Peter's arm:

"Peter, no..."

There was a hint of pleading in her voice.

Peter stopped and turned to look at her, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"They..." Gwen bit her lip and said softly, "They're no longer able to resist. Could... we hand them over to my father?"

Peter looked at her silently without saying a word.

The air seemed to grow heavier as a result.

This was the first time Gwen had ever been looked at like that by Peter.

This made her feel like she was drifting further and further away from Peter.

A sudden, inexplicable panic welled up within her, but a voice deep inside compelled her to speak, forcing herself to speak:

"Hand them over to my father, and the law will give them the punishment they deserve."

Upon hearing the word "law," an incredibly sarcastic smile appeared on Peter's face beneath his mask.

law?

In this country, the law's deterrent effect on bad guys is even less than the death penalty line...

Just as Peter was thinking this to himself, Gwen's voice rang out again:

"More importantly..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and then she suddenly reached out and removed the mask from Peter's face.

Only after seeing that Peter's expression remained calm, without a trace of madness, did she feel a great sense of relief, and then hugged Peter tightly.

"I'm scared, I'm scared that you'll become less and less like the Peter I know..."

Peter was taken aback when he heard this, then burst into laughter.

So that's where the crux of the problem lies.

Gwen is not simply a saint who can't stand seeing others kill.

The girl was actually just worried that she would gradually lose herself in the process of killing again and again, and that her heart would become twisted and crazy.

Realizing this, Peter's expression softened.

He gently stroked Gwen's back and said softly:

"Don't worry, Gwen, that kind of thing will never happen!"

"Don't forget, I gained the approval of the dragon god to obtain this power."

"I have a scale in my heart to weigh who deserves to die, who is still worth reforming, and who can live to atone for their sins. Otherwise, why do you think I founded the Fist of Shadows?"

Hearing Peter's explanation, Gwen relaxed a little at first, but then couldn't help but raise questions:

"But...why can't you choose to let my father, let the law punish them?"

Peter smiled helplessly at Gwen's incredibly naive question.

He then gently pulled away from the girl's embrace, placed his hands on her shoulders, and spoke in a slightly relaxed tone:

"Gwen, since you're so confident that the law will punish them as they deserve, how about we make a bet?"