"Renowned entrepreneur Norman Osborn announced today that he will run in this year's federal congressional elections. We now take you live to our reporter on the scene to connect with Mr. Osborn."
"Mr. Osborn, we've heard you plan to enter politics. What are your thoughts on the war in Afghanistan? We know Osborn Enterprises has sold many epoch-making pieces of equipment to the Military; does this mean you support the war?"
On screen, Norman Osborn thought for a moment and spoke slowly: "The Osborn Group is merely a business; we do not pass judgment on war. As for the high-tech equipment you mentioned, we simply wish to protect those soldiers on the front lines, so that parents' children, children's parents—our heroic soldiers—can return to their hometowns. Beyond that, we have no other views; that is precisely why we developed this equipment."
"Regarding the news of my entry into politics, it is true. In this regard, I am a practical entrepreneur. I don't give pretty speeches, but I can tell everyone something concrete: the Osborn Group has just signed a shantytown renovation contract with New York City."
"In the future, we will build elementary and middle schools in major slums across New York—especially in a place with quite a reputation like 'Hells Kitchen'—and solve their employment problems to improve the lives of the local people."
On the television, Norman Osborn was describing his grand blueprint. In his vision, these slums would escape their current state in the future and no longer be the garbage dumps of New York City.
"What do you think? I told you, the Osborn Group isn't the kind of company you think it is."
Harry said to Matt Murdock with his legs crossed.
"But what does that have to do with me?" This daredevil was still a bit green; Harry had checked, and Matt hadn't passed the bar exam yet.
Considering he was already active as daredevil, Matt should have just started accepting the fact that "the law cannot always punish criminals."
"Of course it does. This is my bargaining chip with that mysterious man in black. Of course, whether he's willing to cooperate with me or not, these plans won't just be empty talk."
Matt fell silent for a moment. Harry knew he was judging whether he was lying.
"That man in the black clothes—do you know who he is?"
Harry smiled. "I know. He's your friend, and of course, he's my friend too. After all, no one else came to help me that night except him, right?"
Matt frowned; Harry was lying.
"You know who he is."
"Yes, I know. So what does he say? I believe this is basically a win-win situation. I'll act in the light, and he'll act from the shadows."
"He agreed." Matt sighed, knowing he had been exposed.
"Excellent!" Harry then took a stack of contracts out of his bag. "Now let's talk about cooperating with you, Attorney Matt Murdock."
"Me?" Matt was somewhat surprised. "Why me? The Osborn Group has many famous lawyers to choose from, and besides, I haven't even passed the bar exam yet."
Harry waved his hand and placed the contract in front of Matt—regardless of whether he was blind or not.
"Please, Mr. Murdock, we both know that having a trustworthy lawyer is very important. I don't want my lawyer to be quietly bribed or coerced by others, leaving me with a mess to clean up." Saying this, Harry uncrossed his legs and leaned forward slightly. "I'll be blunt: I only trust you, and you can feel safe with me. After all, I don't have a mountain of criminal records waiting for someone to investigate."
He wasn't lying. Matt's eyebrows twisted into knots.
But why?
Though he couldn't figure it out, the two parties eventually reached an agreement. However, until Matt passed the bar exam, the Osborn Group would only pay him half his salary—to be used as sponsorship for him to establish a legal law firm.
"Mr. Osborn, it's late. Let me see you back."
Harry looked outside; it was indeed getting late. Considering Kingpin was still watching him, he gladly accepted Matt's proposal.
Sitting in the car, the atmosphere was heavy, making the young secretary Hurley feel a bit lost for a moment. Harry also felt a bit uneasy—normally, he would relax once he got back in the car.
Bang!
A gunshot broke the silence. The driver's hand jerked, nearly hitting the panicked crowd.
"Damn it."
"It wasn't aimed at us. You have to get used to it; in Hells Kitchen, this kind of thing happens every day," Matt said calmly.
"I know, I know! But can you stop talking to me in that tone? It's not my fault Hells Kitchen became like this!" Harry was a bit speechless. Did he really need a lecture for this?
"The person who was shot seems to be alive... stop the car!"
The driver looked at Harry uncertainly. Harry could only helplessly signal to stop and then call the police.
A crowd quickly gathered. While Matt pursued the criminal, Harry also leaned in to take a look. It was a good thing he did, as he was startled; the person in the center of the crowd looked somewhat familiar.
"Holy crap, isn't that Uncle Ben?" Harry signaled the driver to approach, and the crowd slowly parted.
Looking at the dying Uncle Ben, Harry felt a rare moment of hesitation.
A large part of the reason Harry got close to Peter was because he was Spider-Man, and it was well known that Uncle Ben's death was largely responsible for creating Spider-Man. If he saved Ben Parker here, would there still be a commoner hero called Spider-Man?
"Help me call the Biotech Company. Have them send an ambulance here to save this man."
In the end, Harry decided to save Ben Parker.
Because he suddenly realized: to stand by and watch an innocent old man die just for the birth of a superhero, just to have one more superhero connection in the future, made him feel incompetent. Did he really have to wait for superheroes to grow up and then cling to them once they were strong enough? That made him very uncomfortable.
If he made decisions just to cater to the plot, wouldn't his life as a transmigrator be in vain?
"Saving one person is just a simple task for the Osborn Group. More things will become easier in the future; there's absolutely no need for me to cater to the plot's development," Harry thought.
Whether it was a tragedy or a comedy should be decided by him.
"Mr. Osborn! Uncle Ben!"
Just as Harry had Hurley make the call, Peter also squeezed through. Seeing Ben lying on the ground, he was at a loss and could only grab Uncle Ben's hand.
With his dying breath, Ben Parker said those words to Peter: "With great power comes great responsibility," and was then sent to the Osborn Group's hospital in the ambulance.
Peter angrily asked the people around who had shot Uncle Ben, but upon hearing the criminal's description, he stood frozen in place before running into the night.
Meanwhile, Harry escorted Uncle Ben to the Osborn Group's hospital.
"Harry, this gentleman has lost too much blood, but we don't have a suitable blood match."
Outside the Intensive Care Unit, Dr. Connors reported on Uncle Ben's condition.
Bang!
Just as Harry was about to speak, Peter appeared at the door panting, looking quite disheveled and covered in dust.
"Uncle Ben... how is Uncle Ben!"
Harry had always wanted to get Peter's blood, and he hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly. Without hesitation, Harry immediately said to Peter:
"Peter, you've come at the right time. Uncle Ben needs a transfusion, and we don't have the right blood. Can you go with Dr. Connors to do a blood type match?"
"My blood? But... okay, I understand. Dr. Connors, Mr. Osborn, please, you must save Uncle Ben!"
"Don't worry, Peter." Harry patted Peter on the shoulder.
Having obtained Peter's blood, Harry didn't slack off. He participated in Uncle Ben's emergency treatment the whole way and even helped fix some minor ailments in Uncle Ben's body along the way.
Now, Harry finally had what he had always wanted—Spider-Man's blood.