As the Hell Witch left.
In an instant.
Under the Manhattan Bridge beca 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 ho 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 ho, 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 Dinsion 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 ticulously honing his Sixth Sense.
When Harry Osborn had just passed away, he was on the front pages of all major New York dia.
But...
This world doesn’t stop functioning without soone.
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 ti.
The sa happened to Harry Osborn.
Aside from the initial days of dia coverage, as Harry Osborn was buried and his lawyer-certified will was exposed, gradually, news about Harry Osborn beca sparse.
dia 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 na.
The CEO of Stark Industries, Little Pepper, Pepper Potts.
A few days later, investors gave Ms. Felicia Hardy a nickna as well.
"Black Cat!"
"How did that nickna co 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 nickna "Gossip Queen Mary" was well-earned.
"It’s said that Felicia has a black cat that looks particularly beautiful, so the nickna ’Black Cat’ spread around."
"Black Cat..."
Gwen blinked. "I rember when I was interning at Osborn, there was indeed a black cat in the company. I always thought it belonged to the security departnt."
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 departnt 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 rember the few people we t at the funeral, the ones Felicia asked to have removed, they were supposed to be Harry’s uncles?"
Gwen nodded.
"I rember, 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 so 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 won, Hawk and Peter, upon hearing this, instinctively looked at each other.
Four eyes t.
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 mont, then chose to stay silent as well.
The ti flew by as Mary and Gwen chatted about gossip and confird the travel itinerary.
By the ti Hawk and Gwen returned to Stacy’s Apartnt, it was already six in the evening.
Helen had already prepared dinner.
The people were still the sa 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 sa 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 ca from after he took down Electro.
After dinner.
Hawk drove back to his ho on Palm Street.
But...
As soon as Hawk pushed the door into the living room from the garage, he imdiately saw a ball of blue fla floating near the fireplace.
The next second.
The blue fla 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 ornant, and headed toward the sofa.
The Hell Witch’s voice was as haunting as ever.
"Thank you."
"..."
Is this realizing that at the ti, 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 where the entrance to Hell is?"
The Hell Witch paused upon hearing this, then spoke again in her haunting voice.
But this ti, the tone changed.
It seed as if several won of different ages and personalities were speaking.
"The entrance to the Hell Dinsion has been closed."
"Sothing happened recently."
"It seems like phisto got beaten up."
"Then he closed the entrance to the Hell Dinsion."
"..."
Hawk listened to the sowhat chatter-like sound and looked curiously at the Hell Witch before him.
The Hell Witch’s voice returned to normal this ti.
"Sorry, we were burned to death together back then, and our souls were entangled because we couldn’t forgive, so we ca back for revenge."
"Understandable."
Hawk nodded: "There’s a head for grievances and a master for debts, you seek your revenge, I won’t ddle."
The Hell Witch thanked him again.
Hawk then steered the conversation back to Hell: "You just said, the entrance to the Hell Dinsion is closed?"
Good heavens.
Was phisto 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, phisto went to Earth, and as a result, was discovered by the representatives of the Kamar-Taj Dinsion, who gave him a nasty beating. After returning, phisto closed the entrance to the Hell Dinsion."
Kamar-Taj.
Representatives.
The Ancient One?
Upon hearing this, Hawk gasped: "The Ancient One didn’t kill phisto, right."
He must not be killed.
I still need to go to Hell to get my sister.
The Hell Witch shook her head: "phisto is the lord of the Hell Dinsion. As long as the Hell Dinsion exists, phisto 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 Dinsion will open?"
"Yes."
"Then do a favor, let know when the portal to the Hell Dinsion opens, I have sothing I need to do there."
"Sure."
"Thank you."
"You’re welco."
After saying this, the Hell Witch silently t Hawk’s gaze for a while, then transford 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.
phisto was beaten by The Ancient One?
That shouldn’t be, no matter what, phisto is a god, while The Ancient One, despite her power, isn’t a god.
Oh right.
The Ancient One has the Ti 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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