Peter paused for a moment, then quickly regained his posure.

  "It's fine, Aunt May. Don't pay attention to what those orolls say."

  For a moment, he had felt an overwhelming surge of anger, an urge to destroy everything.

  "I'm fine, Peter. Let's eat."

  The family dinner tinued with casual versation.

  Typically, after a meal, whether lunch or dihe rise in blood sugar would make one feel drowsy.

  But now, Peter still felt full of energy, though a lingering anger burned in his chest.

  The person who insulted Aunt May must be punished!!

  He wouldn't be able to sleep until this matter was resolved!

  Peter immediately grabbed his phone and, using some teical skills, pinpoihe troll's location.

  The information came from the New York Police Department's system.

  Normally, this was something Spider-Man would develop as an adult—successfully hag into the NYPD's system to track criminals iime.

  But Peter Parker had aplished this two years ago.

  Aunt May's family legal sultancy work only served ts in Queens, so finding the troll wasn't difficult.

  "Let's see, where are you, you foul-mouthed worm?!"

  "Found you. 5037 White Thorn Road."

  …

  5037 White Thorn Road.

  "Dog food!!!"

  A man screamed at the tent on his puter s.

  "A streetwalker charging 50 without ht service? Why not just rob me?!!!"

  The man looked disheveled, surrounded by empty pizza boxes.

  People in the underworld called him "Skinny Dog." He had arrived in New York two months ago, having previously lived in Gotham.

  During a previous "zero-dolr shopping" spree (looting), he had been caught by a figure in a bck cloak. Due to his easily triggered temper, he was diagnosed with itent explosive disorder and locked up in Arkham Asylum!

  After his release, he left Gotham and came to New York!

  Looking at the online ads for escort services, Skinny Dog relutly paid the deposit.

  Ohe woman arrived and he had his fun, he po skip the final payment!

  After all, both parties were engaged in illegal activities. If she didn't want her reputation ruined, she could go to the police!

  At worst, they'd both end up in jail!

  Not long after pg the order, there was a sudden knock at the door, startling him!

  Business must be really slow for escorts these days. I just pced the order.

  As soon as Skinny Dog opehe door, a man in a trench coat and fedora appeared before him in the darkness.

  He looked like an Italian mafia member from a movie.

  The man had a cigarette dangling from his lips, the glowing tip particurly bright in the dark.

  A puff of smoke blew directly into Skinny Dog's face, making him cough violently.

  "Cough!!! Who the hell are you? Get out of my house!!"

  Peter stepped inside, using his foot to close the door behind him.

  "Get out! This is illegal trespassing!"

  As soon as he said this, Peter grabbed his arm and twisted it at the joint!

  Skinny Dog's arm was pletely broken.

  A fsh of cold light, and the fingers on his other hand were severed.

  The excruciating pain made Skinny Dog scream at the top of his lungs.

  Fortunately, the room was soundproof, so no oiced.

  Peter smoked calmly, his bck gloves ensuring no fingerprints were left.

  Before entering the room, he had hacked the cameras in the surrounding blocks.

  This operation wouldn't leave any traces.

  Exhaling a puff of smoke, Peter activated the system's ability.

  "Yuilty!"

  [Judgment: This person is a criminal!]

  [Punishing this criminal will reward 500 exge points.]

  Peter didn't want to waste words.

  The cold, dark barrel of the gun was already poi Skinny Dog's head.

  "No, no, no!!"

  "Don't kill me!!!"

  "I'll fess, I'll fess!!!"

  "It was Kingpin! Kingpin made me do it! I used to be in Gotham, and I heard Kingpin was the underground king of New York. I only sold weed to students, I didn't do anything else!!"

  Skinny Dog was drenched i from the pain, his eyes filled with terror at the man before him.

  But the gun remained poi his head!

  This filled Skinny Dog with even more fear.

  "Seo prison! I'll go to prison!!!"

  "You 't kill me, seo prison!!!"

  "Don't you superheroes usually not kill people?!"

  Bang!

  The suppressed gunshot was barely audible.

  They say you 't take anything with you when you die.

  But Skinny Dog was different.

  When he died, he took a bullet in his head.

  Peter turned a.

  Without a word.

  What a joke…

  Since when do superheroes not kill?

  Should he follow Batman's example?

  What kind of justice is that?

  Catch criminals, send them to prison or an asylum, then wait for them to escape and cause more destru before catg them again?

  When dealing with evil, just stab them to death.

  No need for all that nonsense.

  Not long after Peter left, a woman with a curvaceous figure but visibly aged features arrived at the location.

  In the past, her job had been pletely legal.

  But now…

  She had to be discreet.

  The woman took out a mirror from her bag, toug up her fiery red lips.

  Seeing the door slightly ajar, she pushed it open without hesitation.

  And then…

  A pierg, ear-splitting scream echoed through White Thorn Street.