I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Black Cat then began to talk about his business.

“Yesterday I drove over 500 miles, which is about 200 dollars. At this rate, I can earn over 60,000 dollars a year. I don’t have any loans or much bill to pay. In fact, being a taxi driver is better than being a rock star.”

Peter looked at the black cat, who wanted to drive a taxi, with surprise. "What's gotten into you? Why aren't you a thief or your rock star?"

"Let me correct you, I'm not a thief, I'm a notorious thief. Also, I'm just a homeless person. I have no home, so isn't it good to drive around and wander around?"

Black Cat recounted his experiences, "Sometimes I quite like this feeling of being at home wherever I am, like a fallen leaf in a stream, drifting wherever the stream flows. But I also hate this feeling, because to anyone or anything, I am just a fleeting passerby, like a ship without an anchor, a rootless duckweed."

Am I just a passerby to you?

Peter asked.

“You are and you are not to me,” she replied.

Despite saying that, Black Cat was also surprised to find that her relationship with the other person gave her a feeling of extreme distance.

Perhaps those who are closest are the furthest apart, and those who are dearest are the most distant; the two encountered a paradox that neither could overcome.

She was getting closer and closer to Peter, but an insurmountable chasm lay between them: a deep abyss separating them.

After all, there are quite a few things between the two of them.

The soft light from the streetlights streamed into the driver's cab, and Black Cat broke the silence, "I've been talking too much nonsense. I need to moisten my lips a bit."

In the neighborhood, a coffee shop came into their view.

The two entered the store.

The table was neat and clean, the eggs were cooked well, and the coffee didn't smell too bad.

The restroom next door was also very clean, with no smell of vomit or smoke.

There were no furtive animals in the sink, and the room door didn't face the parking lot directly.

To my surprise, there was actually a proper corridor here.

"This is fucking like the Four Seasons Hotel," Black Cat thought.

I thought that if I parked in this remote neighborhood, I would encounter some terrible coffee shop.

It looks pretty good?

But she soon realized how wrong she was.

Chapter 164 The Black Cat's Little Thoughts

Just as the black cat thought it had found a nice shop, the door of the cafe was suddenly pushed open.

A figure entered the store.

The guy had vacant eyes and messy hair; his hair was greasy, dirty, and as messy as a chicken coop.

After the other person entered the store, several more bikers followed him inside.

"My God!"

The black cat immediately sensed an unpleasant odor entering her nostrils.

"Do you know what this smells like? It smells like—"

She frowned and complained to Peter, "Cat pee, oh my god, it doesn't just smell like cat pee, it really smells like cat pee."

Peter: "Aren't you just like the black cat? Is it really okay to use this metaphor?"

He stared at the black cat with a suspicious look.

He doubted whether the Felicia Hardy in front of him was really the Black Cat.

"Because I have a lot of contact with cats, I know what cats smell like."

The black cat stretched lazily, put its paw on Peter's shoulder, and asked him affectionately, "Do you like cats?"

"I probably won't like it much."

"why?"

Peter looked thoughtful. "Because Uncle Ben once told me some scary stories about cats."

The black cat immediately became interested. "Oh? Is it terrifying? Maybe I'll be interested. Would you mind telling me about it?"

"Didn't you have something important to discuss with me?"

Peter tagged the conversation back to the important matter the black cat had asked him to discuss.

"Hmm, there's no rush, unless..."

Peter grabbed the black cat's outstretched hand.

But she didn't seem to care. She slowly withdrew her hand and said, "You don't even want to spend a second longer with me?"

Looking at the black cat in front of him, Peter hadn't expected her to be so wild even without a mask.

Although he didn't have a bad impression of the black cat, he didn't mind having something happen with the woman in front of him.

But the thought of Gwen, who is currently caught between a "philosopher and a clingy teenage girlfriend," made those thoughts fade.

He was already overwhelmed just dealing with Gwen, who was now becoming increasingly suspicious (Gwen had already discovered her neighbor Helen, who lived not far away).

Add to that an even more formidable black cat, and every day will probably be a battleground.

Even though he was indifferent to scumbags, his thoughts on anything other than his career were all about getting by and avoiding trouble.

For him now, the most important things are dealing with the upcoming heir family and the recent copper mine tunnel incident.

He had no time to deal with the rest for the time being.

Peter, his mind racing with thoughts, looked up at the black cat that exuded a wild aura.

"Sorry, we're not at that level yet."

Peter glanced outside and vaguely saw figures moving in the darkness.

The black cat sat by the window and took off its sunglasses and baseball cap.

"Peter, you think you can escape now that I've got my eye on you? Don't you know that cats always chase after a ball of yarn, no matter how long it is?"

She snapped her fingers at the waiter.

He then said to Peter, "Didn't you say you love hunting the most? Don't you want to try what it's like to be hunted?"

Peter sat down opposite the black cat and ordered a coffee.

"I like being the hunter, but not the prey."

Peter frowned as he looked at the black cat.

He felt that the black cat in front of him looked a little different tonight.

Just as they were about to continue questioning Black Cat about her purpose, the biker gang members who had come in earlier approached.

It seems that the black cat's physique and appearance still attracted these guys.

"Miss, may I buy you a drink?"

The thin man, whom the black cat described as smelling of cat urine, asked the black cat a question.

The black cat's eyebrows twitched. "This isn't a bar."

"Yes, but they also offer drinks, like Coors Light or tequila."

The thin man shrugged at the black cat and said.

"I'd like to, but you might have to ask my boyfriend's opinion."

The black cat smiled and turned its gaze to Peter.

Watching the black cat's antics, Peter made a decision.

Next time someone steals, catch them and take them straight to the police station so they can experience fear.

Just because a tiger doesn't roar doesn't mean it's a sick cat.

He didn't bother arguing with these guys and simply said to them, "Get lost!"

She then held up two fingers and gestured at the corner of her eyebrow.

That represents the honor of the Boy Scouts, and of course, it also looks like a silent threat.

The black cat easily achieved its goal of stirring up trouble.

The thin man was instantly enraged and immediately attacked Peter.

Peter, who was prepared, dodged slightly, and the opponent's punch missed its mark.

But he couldn't stop his force in time, and there happened to be a two-person bar table next to them, so his fist hit the corner of the table squarely.

The black cat clearly saw that the other's two fingers turned from red to white.

Although the impact was quite severe, the skinny guy was the kind of person who was so concerned about saving face that he suffered for it. Despite the excruciating pain, he tried his best to suppress his suffering, muttering "Shit!" under his breath.

This is where the chaos began.

The guy in the leather jacket and pants next to him reached out and grabbed Peter again.

However, the black cat wasn't just joining in the fun. With quick reflexes, she kicked a high-backed chair next to her. The chair slid towards the other person, and the back of the chair hit the other person squarely in the stomach, causing the other person to involuntarily bend over in pain.

At the same time, Peter casually threw a punch at the guy who came near him.

The latter lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The leader, who reeked of cat urine, stood up, grabbed a baseball bat, and swung it at Peter.

But to his dismay, just as he was about to swing his sword, he suddenly saw his underlings standing in front of him.

Startled, he immediately changed direction.

"Kacha!"

The baseball bat slammed onto the table and broke in two.

The skinny man held the remaining half of the golf club in one hand, his face full of disbelief.

how come? !

He looked toward his underling and found that he was already lying on the ground some distance away.