Friday night, Fisk Building.

The colorful lights embellish the open room with dazzling splendor, and various hydrogen balloons drifted onto the ceiling with long ribbons, making the atmosphere in the room even more lively. The upper-class guests in suits and ties surrounded the stage built in the center, surrounding the only protagonist tonight.

Wilson Fisk was tightly wrapped in a white suit, and his bald head was smooth and shiny under the gorgeous lights. Of course, he specially customized the suit. Almost no store in the world can buy his exaggerated clothes like his body, and even if his round belly was customized, it still stood out slightly.

But of course no one has the courage to complain about this. If your identity is prominent and noble enough, then any defect can be covered by a dazzling halo.

"Everyone, please focus in the next minute." A man in a black dress walked to the middle of the stage with a glass of wine, and the loud voice overwhelmed the crowd. "If we don't take this opportunity to express our gratitude to our host tonight, it would be a shame. As we all know, Mr. Fisker just had to watch his biological son be sentenced to prison this week, but even so, he still did not cancel the donation event and insisted on being there in person... I just want to say that only when you need it most will you discover who the most reliable friend of the city is. And now, we know that Wilson Fisker is the real friend of New York!"

Applause was filled with the sound of the camera shutter. Wilson Fisk was surrounded by everyone with a calm smile, and he picked up the wine glass and signaled it, as if he was a public star.

And just outside the window on this floor, Spider-Man was holding a spider silk hanging upside down and peeking inward.

Let me spare me. Don’t these people know what this fat parasite has done in this city? Drug trafficking, theft, murder, and most illegal activities that occur in this city always have something to do with him. In addition, there are always people around this guy who are missing for no reason, but no one goes to investigate the truth. The omnipotent gold only requires a pen, a check, or a string of gunshots, and he will continue to maintain his image as a good person the next day.

This is the status quo - newspapers praise Wilson Fisk every day, and at the same time defaming Spider-Man as worthless, like a vicious pest. When he thinks of this, he is furious.

Peter did his homework for tonight's small adventure. He has read every gossip about Fisk in the Horn Daily. Fisker's magnificent office is on the thirty-fourth floor of the building, and because it is also for old smokers for many years, it means that windows can usually be opened.

So far, it's been smooth. Everyone is concentrated in the banquet below, the office is now empty, and he has successfully sneaked in. But the next problem is...

He was stunned for ten seconds at Jin Bing's desk.

It was not until now that he realized that he actually didn't seem to understand what he was here for now.

Looking for some evidence of crime that can send him to prison? But... please, if any idiot would put the evidence on his desk, how did he become a criminal tycoon?

Peter suddenly realized that such behavior might be stupid, maybe he shouldn't have appeared here, at least not when there was no exact plan. Now he looked like a child full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

But when he thought this way, it was too late. A severe stinging sensation came from the back of his neck, which was a spider sensing, reminding him that the danger was so close, and perhaps he was living in the same room with him.

"Can I serve you?"

A low voice came from behind him, making people tremble all over. Spider-Man reacted quickly and threw it on his feet.

It was Jin Bing, and he had already appeared behind without anyone noticing. Spider-Man punched him hard in the chest, but it seemed to have no effect. His strong punch was completely digested by this fat man. Instead, the other party took advantage of the situation and pinched his wrist.

"Ah!" Spider-Man screamed in pain. The fat man's grip was so strong that it made people wonder if he was a human.

"Who sent you?" Jin Geng asked viciously.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Spider-Man delayed casually, trying to break free at the same time. But the other party's grip was amazingly strong, and Peter could feel that the spider web launcher on his wrist had been crushed.

"I'll ask again," Kim said, "Who-sent you!?"

"Uh...Carson Daley." Peter talked nonsense.

"I don't know this person at all."

"Want to know why you don't know this person? Because he didn't invent the cupcake." Spider-Man finally successfully broke free and kicked Jin and kicked him out on his chin, while using the force to pull the distance from the backflip. "If that thing was invented by him, you would definitely know - you fatty guy."

It was at this moment that the office door was pushed open and three men in suits appeared at the door.

"Do you need help? Boss?" asked one of the people in the middle.

"It's coming, Marco." Jin clapped his hands, "Come here to take care of this guy. I have other guests waiting for you, and I can't wait too long."

"Yes, boss."

The man walked slowly forward, rubbed his palms against Spider-Man, and twisted his head.

"I've heard of you, the wall-climbing bug, and it seems you're called Spider-Man outside."

"It seems? Are you new here?" Spider-Man rubbed his fists and rushed up. "Is it not popular for new gangsters to read newspapers now?"

The unparalleled speed definitely overwhelmed the reflex nerves of any ordinary person. Spider-Man punched him in the front like a wind, hitting the man's lower abdomen.

To his surprise, the man was not knocked out, but was penetrated by his fist. That's right, it was penetrated through the man's abdomen with one punch, and a large amount of sand and gravel erupted like blood, spilling onto the office floor tiles.

"What?" Spider-Man stared at the man in shock, "You...is..."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself..." The man sneered and raised his fist, as if the fist made of sand suddenly doubled in size.

“…I also have a code name called ‘Sand Man’.”

"Bang!"

With a punch in the front door, Spider-Man smashed the window glass with a "clang" and fell from the 34th floor building.
Chapter completed!