As the Hell Witch left.
In an instant.
Under the Manhattan Bridge became pitch black once again.
But whether for Hawk or Peter, the darkness didn't hinder them from seeing as if it were daylight.
Peter looked at the place where the Hell Witch vanished and opened his mouth.
"She's gone?"
"Obviously, yes."
"Then..."
"Leave it, it's the Osborne Clan's private affair."
"Alright."
Peter recalled the scene where he was just restrained by the Hell Witch with one hand and felt a bit uneasy, looking at Hawk.
"Thanks, Hawk."
"No worries, I'm leaving first. Are you going to stick around?"
"Nope."
Peter shook his head, "Forget it, I'm heading home too."
Hawk nodded, waved at Peter, and then instantly disappeared in front of him.
Seeing this, Peter also shot a web, swung away like a swing, and left the place.
Under the dark Manhattan Bridge, only a robber was left stuck to the wall, with a crazed and seemingly insane expression.
Soon.
Back home, Hawk took a shower again, then lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering the Hell Witch who had disappeared without saying a word.
He initially planned to wait for the Hell Witch to open up and see if he could find out the entrance to the Hell Dimension from her.
But...
The Witch, as expected, was aloof.
Never mind, it's too early to think about the entrance to Hell now, better focus on acquiring the Reality Gemstone first.
Hawk thought to himself, then slowly closed his eyes, letting his mind sink back into his own Little Cosmos to continue meticulously honing his Sixth Sense.
When Harry Osborn had just passed away, he was on the front pages of all major New York media.
But...
This world doesn't stop functioning without someone.
Just like Iron Man Tony Stark, ever since last Christmas, there hasn't been any news about Tony Stark in the newspapers for a long time.
The same happened to Harry Osborn.
Aside from the initial days of media coverage, as Harry Osborn was buried and his lawyer-certified will was exposed, gradually, news about Harry Osborn became sparse.
Media on Wall Street shifted most of their focus to Felicia Hardy, who inherited Osborn Biotechnology after Harry Osborn.
It's noteworthy that after the news of Felicia Hardy's inheritance spread, Osborn Biotechnology's stock not only stopped falling but also quickly rebounded.
According to Wall Street insiders, they're quite familiar with Felicia Hardy; she was initially Norman Osborn's secretary, helped manage the company during Norman Osborn's illness, and continued to support Harry Osborn in managing the company, now she's directly managing it herself.
This background might remind investors of a familiar name.
The CEO of Stark Industries, Little Pepper, Pepper Potts.
A few days later, investors gave Ms. Felicia Hardy a nickname as well.
"Black Cat!"
"How did that nickname come about?"
The day before their group trip to London, Hawk, Gwen, Peter, and Mary gathered together again, confirming their travel itinerary to London while chatting about the recent gossip news.
Mary was the main storyteller.
After all, the nickname "Gossip Queen Mary" was well-earned.
"It's said that Felicia has a black cat that looks particularly beautiful, so the nickname 'Black Cat' spread around."
"Black Cat..."
Gwen blinked. "I remember when I was interning at Osborn, there was indeed a black cat in the company. I always thought it belonged to the security department."
After all, there were lab rats in their laboratory.
Therefore, when Gwen was interning at Osborn, she often saw a black cat wandering around the entrance of their lab.
She originally thought that black cat was raised by the security department to catch mice.
But it turned out...
It belonged to Felicia.
"Oh, by the way."
Mary chuckled, then her eyes lit up and she said to Gwen, "Do you remember the few people we met at the funeral, the ones Felicia asked to have removed, they were supposed to be Harry's uncles?"
Gwen nodded.
"I remember, what about them?"
"They filed a lawsuit to revoke Harry's will, but the court didn't accept it."
"It would be strange if they did."
Upon hearing this, Gwen shook her head with some dismay, "Harry's will was made when he was of sound mind, and there was a video recording with lawyers present. Any judge with common sense wouldn't accept that case, they'd be criticized."
Mary shrugged, then added, "That's not what I wanted to say, supposedly Harry's second uncle was diagnosed with a family hereditary disease a few days ago."
Gwen's eyes brightened, looking at Mary.
Sitting nearby, purely dragged into this by the two women, Hawk and Peter, upon hearing this, instinctively looked at each other.
Four eyes met.
Hawk subtly shook his head with a smile.
As the saying goes.
This is the private affair of the Hell Witch and the Osborne Clan, no need to get involved unnecessarily.
If Harry were still alive and Peter knew about this, he might have stepped in.
But Harry was already dead.
Moreover, beyond Harry, Peter wasn't particularly close with any other Osborns, and they might not even acknowledge him.
So...
Seeing Hawk's expression, Peter thought for a moment, then chose to stay silent as well.
The time flew by as Mary and Gwen chatted about gossip and confirmed the travel itinerary.
By the time Hawk and Gwen returned to Stacy's Apartment, it was already six in the evening.
Helen had already prepared dinner.
The people were still the same ones.
The dish is still the classic lemon bass.
Helen still wears the expression of a mother-in-law who increasingly likes her son-in-law, while George still has the long face of a father-in-law who increasingly dislikes him.
Gwen's two younger brothers are as mischievous and cheerful as ever.
Hawk watched this scene, then glanced at Gwen who had the same happy smile, and suddenly recalled the Electro he had struck down not too long ago.
Electro.
Power plant.
Gwen.
Suddenly, Hawk realized where that sense of ease came from after he took down Electro.
After dinner.
Hawk drove back to his home on Palm Street.
But...
As soon as Hawk pushed the door into the living room from the garage, he immediately saw a ball of blue flame floating near the fireplace.
The next second.
The blue flame gradually took form, and once again, the Hell Witch he had seen under the Manhattan Bridge appeared in front of the fireplace.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, tossed the car keys into the fruit bowl Gwen bought as an ornament, and headed toward the sofa.
The Hell Witch's voice was as haunting as ever.
"Thank you."
"..."
Is this realizing that at the time, I did indeed have the power to kill them?
Listening to this thank you, Hawk thought to himself, then smiled slightly and cut straight to the point: "Could you tell me where the entrance to Hell is?"
The Hell Witch paused upon hearing this, then spoke again in her haunting voice.
But this time, the tone changed.
It seemed as if several women of different ages and personalities were speaking.
"The entrance to the Hell Dimension has been closed."
"Something happened recently."
"It seems like Mephisto got beaten up."
"Then he closed the entrance to the Hell Dimension."
"..."
Hawk listened to the somewhat chatter-like sound and looked curiously at the Hell Witch before him.
The Hell Witch's voice returned to normal this time.
"Sorry, we were burned to death together back then, and our souls were entangled because we couldn't forgive, so we came back for revenge."
"Understandable."
Hawk nodded: "There's a head for grievances and a master for debts, you seek your revenge, I won't meddle."
The Hell Witch thanked him again.
Hawk then steered the conversation back to Hell: "You just said, the entrance to the Hell Dimension is closed?"
Good heavens.
Was Mephisto just all talk?
On one hand, claiming to be weak, while on the other, he goes back to Hell and slams its doors shut?
That shouldn't be.
He knows his current strength is formidable, but in the eyes of a god, he's still insignificant.
Hawk wondered curiously.
Just then.
The Hell Witch explained, "It's said that recently, Mephisto went to Earth, and as a result, was discovered by the representatives of the Kamar-Taj Dimension, who gave him a nasty beating. After returning, Mephisto closed the entrance to the Hell Dimension."
Kamar-Taj.
Representatives.
The Ancient One?
Upon hearing this, Hawk gasped: "The Ancient One didn't kill Mephisto, right."
He must not be killed.
I still need to go to Hell to get my sister.
The Hell Witch shook her head: "Mephisto is the lord of the Hell Dimension. As long as the Hell Dimension exists, Mephisto won't die."
Hawk breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, then looked at the Hell Witch.
"Can you know when the entrance to the Hell Dimension will open?"
"Yes."
"Then do me a favor, let me know when the portal to the Hell Dimension opens, I have something I need to do there."
"Sure."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
After saying this, the Hell Witch silently met Hawk's gaze for a while, then transformed back into a ball of blue fire and sank into the fireplace.
With a bang.
The blue light flashed in the fireplace, followed by the whole living room falling into darkness.
Seeing this, Hawk also turned around and headed to the bedroom on the third floor.
Wait.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and blinked his eyes.
Mephisto was beaten by The Ancient One?
That shouldn't be, no matter what, Mephisto is a god, while The Ancient One, despite her power, isn't a god.
Oh right.
The Ancient One has the Time Gemstone.
Alright then.
Hawk, upon thinking of this, chuckled in surprise, then shook his head.
Forget it.
Right now, for him.
The Reality Gemstone is what matters most.
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