In a dimly lit room in the Underground City.
Kingpin leaned back in a leather recliner, smoking a cigar, his corpulent face revealing an indifferent expression as he glanced at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Bullseye, is what you said true?" Kingpin's curious voice echoed in the room.
"Indeed, a very powerful enemy appeared in Queens. Previously, he killed dozens of Karola's accomplices. This time, the original intention was just to seek fusion, but it was unexpectedly killed." Bullseye's tone was calm, showing no fear towards Kingpin.
"Queens? Currently, besides Daredevil, the other headache is Spider-Man, and Queens is his territory." Kingpin pondered, then said gravely.
"Spider-Man? It seems he is called Grim Reaper Aizen, not your so-called Spider-Man." Bullseye replied again.
Hearing this, Kingpin turned his recliner, sat upright, rested his arms on the table, and looked at Bullseye, saying coldly: "God of Death, no matter who he is, anyone who obstructs my plans must die."
He paused for a few seconds, extinguished his cigar, and continued: "Also, without my order, I don't want to see street bombings like today happen again. I have businesses there too. Warn Karola, do you know how much money they made me lose with this explosion?"
Kingpin's voice was loud and full of authority, spreading throughout the room.
Bullseye's expression remained as calm as still water, without a ripple. Although he was beside Kingpin, their relationship was not one of superior and subordinate, but a partnership.
"Don't worry, they know what to do, but their abilities require stronger power users to fuse into greater strength, so there will be no more worries about those troublemakers." Bullseye stood to one side, his gaze meeting Kingpin's, and said calmly.
Kingpin nodded slightly, saying coldly: "I have already made arrangements. I hope they don't disappoint me again. They always need to do something; I don't keep idlers here."
Upon hearing this, Bullseye signaled to Kingpin, then turned and left the room.
Kingpin's expression was cold as he fell into thought, "God of Death? Then let him become a truly dead man."
...On the other side.
Alan Folker returned to Queens and went to the street where the explosion had occurred. After searching for a while, he found that Peter Parker was still unconscious. The power of the explosion was indeed very strong.
If it weren't for Spider-Man's extraordinary physical fitness, he probably would have been blown to death.
Alan Folker removed Peter Parker's mask, changed his clothes, carried him on his back, and returned to the apartment.
He took Peter Parker back to his room. Fearing that Aunt Mei would wake up, he made every movement very lightly, afraid of disturbing her.
Peter Parker lay on the bed, his clothes gone. In the room, besides him, there was a strange silhouette.
Under the moonlight, the broad silhouette, with a cape gently swaying behind it.
"You're awake. You were quite hurt today, weren't you?" Alan Folker slowly turned around, looked at Peter Parker, and smiled.
Peter Parker's expression froze. He remembered the previous scene, the violent explosion that sent him flying. He immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Teacher Alan, you saved me?"
Alan Folker smiled without speaking, walked to the side, found a spot, and sat down.
"Actually, you already know my identity, right? Can I ask you not to tell anyone and help me keep this secret?" Peter Parker's expression was troubled as he pleaded.
"Certainly, Spider-Man!" Alan Folker smiled, joking.
Hearing this, Peter Parker's expression became bitter, and he said gravely: "Indeed, you already knew. But what exactly happened with today's explosion?"
"The entire street was blown to smithereens, with basically no survivors." Alan Folker replied calmly.
Upon hearing Alan Folker's words, Peter Parker immediately stood up, but the pain in his body forced him to lie back on the bed, asking: "Why did it explode?"
"That, if you ask me, I can't answer. I just feel like you'll encounter some stronger enemies." Alan Folker explained.
Peter Parker fell into deep thought. He had made up his mind to investigate today's incident thoroughly and absolutely not let such a thing happen again.
"Alright, get some good rest. Don't forget tomorrow's calligraphy class."
Alan Folker stood up, bid farewell to Peter Parker, and walked straight out of the room.
But just as he closed the door, May Parker appeared behind him, wearing a sexy nightgown, a charming smile on her lips, and whispered: "It's so late, why are you in Peter's room?"
Alan Folker turned around, looking at May Parker in front of him, her large, clear eyes staring intently at him. He immediately gave an awkward smile, "I was tutoring Peter. It's all done now, and I should go back too."
Upon hearing this, May Parker took a step forward, stretched out her arm to block Alan Folker, and asked: "That night, did you really forget what happened?"
"What? Did something happen between us that night?" Alan Folker smelled a faint fragrance, and a warmth gradually rose within him. He swallowed, asking.
"Indeed, after you get drunk, it's all fake, just like you tricked me. But your performance that night was very good, I liked it very much, Alan." May Parker hugged Alan Folker and whispered in his ear, her warm breath caressing him.
Hearing this, Alan Folker immediately broke free from May Parker's embrace, stepped back a few paces, and smiled: "Mei, not today."
Although the May in front of him was very beautiful, perfect in both figure and appearance, and also very young, Alan Folker was clearly not that kind of person.
However, from May Parker's words, it seemed he had indeed had a relationship with her, and she was very satisfied with it, implying she wanted to try again.
But Alan Folker now only wanted to be with Hela. As for others, he would let them continue to like and remember him.
"Alright, it looks like you're really tired today." May Parker smiled, but her expression was disappointed. She had thought this time she could catch Alan Folker and get what she wished for, but she was unexpectedly rejected.
"Get some rest!" Alan Folker took a step forward, kissed May Parker on both cheeks, then headed towards his apartment floor, his steps hurried, disappearing into the hallway in a flash.
"He's really a tempting little imp, but I won't let you escape that easily." Although May Parker was disappointed, she was even more intrigued by Alan Folker.
Back home.
Alan Folker took off his clothes and went straight into the bathroom, quickly washing and tidying up his hygiene before bed, then returned to his covers.
Remembering being teased by May Parker just now, it indeed raised his hormones, making him feel an inner itch.
But just as he hid under the covers, Hela directly hugged him, letting out a soft hum.