"Help..."
Peter opened his mouth, but the sound got stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.
He was still wearing his suit, but it was torn and bloody.
As for Matt, he was in even worse shape.
The room was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.
Ben frowned.
He could tell that most of Peter's injuries were superficial, so he wasn't too worried. However, Matt looked like he was on the verge of death.
"What happened?"
He quickly walked over to Peter and took out a small bottle of serum.
Luckily, Matt had brought a few bottles of serum back with him. He had originally planned to keep them at home for emergencies, but they had come in handy immediately.
Peter watched as Ben plunged the serum bottle into Daredevil's neck.
He instinctively felt something was off, thinking about the Lizard Serum from not too long ago.
If it were that stuff, it could save Daredevil's life, but the other party would turn into a monster!
"Don't worry, I've improved the serum."
After all the green serum was injected, it immediately started to take effect.
Matt's wounds began to heal rapidly, and he slowly regained consciousness.
"Ugh..."
He felt like his mind was blank, and a flood of chaotic information from the outside world rushed in, making it difficult for him to think for a moment.
The next moment, a heavy blow landed on the back of his neck.
Matt fainted again.
"Why did you knock him out again?" Peter exclaimed, unable to relax, and looked in disbelief at Ben, who still had his hand raised.
"What else could I do?"
Ben retorted.
"Let him wake up, know your true identity and home address, and then next time he gets hurt or encounters a problem he can't solve and comes knocking again, he'll bring danger to Uncle Ben and Aunt May?"
He said with displeasure.
Actually, Ben was a bit unhappy about Peter bringing Matt home today.
Of course, he knew that Matt could distinguish everyone's heartbeat frequency through his ears and thus confirm their identity.
So Spider-Man's identity was actually not a secret from Matt.
But it was different to be guessed by the other party than to be told directly.
He was now sending a signal to Matt: "Don't come near this house."
"I..." Peter opened his mouth, unable to refute. "I didn't know where else to take him. I couldn't exactly take him to the hospital."
But he had a point.
Ben's tone softened, and he said, "Bring a few more doses of serum with you next time you go out."
The Self-Healing Serum couldn't be mass-produced in a short time, mainly due to insufficient raw materials. The number of mutated lizards raised by the current Primus couldn't support large-scale production.
However, Ben had already asked Connors to start preparing to build an Ecopark.
"So, what happened?"
Peter had initially placed Matt on the bed, but Ben had him lie on the floor first and then took out an air freshener and sprayed it a few times.
"I don't know, it was too weird."
Peter stammered. He quickly organized his thoughts and began to explain from the beginning.
A few days ago, he had met Daredevil in Manhattan, and they had become acquainted through a fight.
However, Daredevil was not happy about Spider-Man interfering in his affairs.
This ignited Peter's fighting spirit.
He wanted to prove that he could do as well as Daredevil.
The two of them were competing in secret, and the unfortunate ones were naturally the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.
But when Peter went to Hell's Kitchen again tonight, something unexpected happened.
They were attacked.
"That's understandable, but who could have beaten you both like this?" Ben inquired.
Although, in reality, he already had a guess.
Daredevil's most well-known enemies were Kingpin and The Hand, and Peter's wounds were mostly tears, which were clearly the work of The Hand's ninjas.
If they were a bit unluckier, it might have been a collaboration between Kingpin and The Hand.
Peter had calmed down considerably by now.
The injuries he sustained weren't serious; in fact, they were far less severe than the one he got from Dr. Connors.
The reason for his panic was the enemy he had encountered this time.
"You have no idea how terrifying that monster is!"
He recalled the figure that had been wrapped up, its face having only two holes for eyes, but what was revealed within wasn't pupils, but darkness from which blood constantly flowed.
"It's insane!"
He was on the verge of a breakdown, and the thought of that monster still sent shivers down his spine.
While Dr. Lizard was terrifying, this guy gave Peter a completely different kind of feeling. Goosebumps were prickling all over him.
Peter took a deep breath and continued:
"My Spider-Sense was completely useless, and Daredevil's senses were also ineffective."
"Spider-Sense was ineffective?"
Ben asked in surprise.
He didn't know much about Daredevil's story, only recognizing Kingpin and The Hand as the more famous enemies.
He even only knew of Madame Gao among The Hand's internal members.
However, an enemy who could neutralize Spider-Sense was indeed worth paying attention to.
"After encountering that guy, we were attacked by a group of ninjas, and Daredevil was severely injured. I quickly took him and fled."
Ben stroked his chin, deep in thought.
At this moment, Matt let out another groan. The Self-Healing Serum was still working, causing him to wake up a bit too quickly.
However, just as he reached for the back of his neck, Ben swiftly landed another blow.
Thwack!
Daredevil collapsed again.
Peter's eyelid twitched, terrified that Ben would give the other man a concussion.
"Let's get him out of here first, then we'll investigate who that guy is." Ben didn't transform, but instead put on the Spider Suit.
At the same time, he tossed the new Spider Suit to Peter.
"Whoa!"
Peter's eyes lit up.
Although the new suit looked similar to the old one, the details were much more refined.
At the very least, the suit, printed with high-precision machinery, didn't have as many loose threads...
"I've upgraded the Web Shooter and added many new functions and equipment. I'll give you a manual later."
The two climbed out the window and swung towards Manhattan.
Meanwhile.
In Hell's Kitchen.
Muse stood before a massive wall, maniacally slamming a Black police officer onto the ground. Disregarding his wails and pleas, he picked up a blade and slit the officer's throat.
Then.
He grabbed a bucket and placed it beneath the officer's neck, letting the blood gush into it.
A few minutes later, the police officer had bled to death.
Muse picked up the bucket, shook it with dissatisfaction, and said with disappointment:
"This little bit of paint isn't enough..."
How could his great artistic creation be without the nourishment of blood?
"I need more blood!"
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Muse, likely a nemesis of the Clown, was as deranged as Marvel's Joker.
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