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

"Boom!"

The pool table shook violently from the impact.

The fat man was strangled so hard that his tongue was sticking out, but the back of his head was pressed tightly against the table, and he couldn't move at all. He could only kick his legs desperately.

His lips had begun to turn purple, and he started to have difficulty breathing.

Seeing his companion in danger, another biker immediately charged toward the bearded man.

The motorcycle gang member who rushed over punched the bearded man in the back.

Of course, his punch had no effect, because the opponent's back was harder than a concrete wall. The opponent didn't even flinch, only slightly surprised.

The bearded man turned around, his eyes, like those of a wild beast, fixed on the man who had ambushed him.

He looked at the guy who had ambushed him, then the bearded man swung his fist and punched him.

"Oh!"

The opponent was sent flying by the force of the impact.

Just as he was about to continue teaching the biker gang a lesson, the bar owner stopped the bearded man.

"Hey, Logan! Stop!"

Upon hearing the sound, Logan turned around and looked at the bar owner.

"Don't cause trouble here."

“You should talk to them, not me.”

Logan, or Wolverine, frowned as he looked at the group of guys lying on the ground.

Seeing that the fat man on the pool table seemed to want to stand up, he grabbed the man's neck again.

The beast-like look in Logan's eyes sent a shiver down Logan's spine.

This guy is as terrifying as a wild beast!

"The person you're about to strangle."

Wolverine stared at him, his expression barely changing. "Hmm?"

The bar owner, seemingly aware of Wolverine's formidable reputation, tried to suppress his anger. "If you can be kind, don't strangle him," he said.

“He’s my brother Ashley. He’s rude, Logan. Just let it go for my sake.”

Wolverine released his grip on the other man's neck. "Ashley. A man with a name like that is probably a woman."

He released the other person and walked towards the bar counter. "Give me a whiskey."

Chapter 189 Wolverine and Spider-Man's Eye Contact!

Seeing that Wolverine seemed to have stopped caring, the bar owner breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that this mutant was not someone to be trifled with.

Some gangs that had offended him before seemed to have been dealt with quite severely by him.

"Of course, would you like something else to drink? I can treat you to a few more drinks before the bar closes."

The bar owner spoke while glancing at his younger brother.

The fat man knelt down with a thud, panting heavily, his hands constantly rubbing his throat.

Wolverine plopped down on the bar and said, "Whiskey is fine. You should discipline your brother properly. You'd better put a helmet on him to prevent him from biting people."

"I will think about it."

The bar owner said with a smile, but his smile quickly faded.

Under his horrified gaze, the fat man suddenly looked up at him and smiled slightly.

The bar owner was alarmed and realized something was wrong.

Like a sudden car accident, even though he realized the problem, he was powerless to stop it.

The fat man grabbed the pool cue next to him and swung it at Wolverine again.

"Damn it!"

"Oh!"

Just as Peter was grabbing the mutant known as "Shadow," the bar door was suddenly kicked open.

A fat man was thrown out of the bar, crashing heavily to the ground and splashing up a shower of rainwater.

The fat man, who had cried out in pain, stood up while clutching his throat. The next second, a figure jumped out of the bar.

Wolverine, dressed in leather, charged at the fat man like a wild beast, glaring at him.

The startled fat man stumbled backward, slamming his back against the wall with a loud thud.

In the blink of an eye, Wolverine was right in front of him.

"Crack!"

Sharp, gleaming adamantium claws pierced out from his right hand.

With a "snap," the adamantium claws nailed into the walls on either side of the fat man's head, fixing his head in the middle.

Then, to the fat man's horrified gaze, a metal claw slowly emerged from the middle of Wolverine's right hand, reaching towards his forehead and finally pressing against his forehead skin.

The fat man, his face smeared with blood and rain, immediately sensed the approach of death and dared not even breathe.

"Boom!"

The door was flung open, and the bar owner stood behind Wolverine, holding a long-barreled shotgun.

Although he was terrified, he had no choice but to risk everything to save his brother.

"Let him go! Then get out of my bar, monster!"

Wolverine remained silent in the face of the bar owner's threat.

The next second, he turned around abruptly.

In a flash, he thrust out an adamantium claw with his left hand.

The sharp adamantine claws severed the barrel of the shotgun.

With a thud, the shotgun barrel fell to the ground.

Wolverine's actions stunned the fat man and the bar owner.

Even the "shadow" whose throat Peter was choking was dumbfounded.

Peter frowned slightly as he watched Wolverine leap out of the bar and display his incredible prowess.

"Help! Help! Help!"

Just as Wolverine shook his leather jacket, preparing to leave, "Shadow" suddenly mustered all his strength and squeezed out a single word to call for help from Wolverine.

Upon hearing the sound, Wolverine looked at Peter.

Only then did he notice that there were other people in the alley besides his group.

Upon seeing Peter, clad in a black exoskeleton, pinning "Shadow" to the wall with one hand gripping his throat, his expression faltered slightly.

"What are you thinking, child?"

Inside Lady Spider's mansion, Lady Spider asked a stunned Gwen.

"I"

Gwen was a little worried about Peter, but she was too embarrassed to say it.

She quickly changed the subject.

After thinking for a moment, Gwen said, "I don't quite understand, Mrs. Spider. Did you really see those heirs who hunted Spider-Man? Is this an ability you inherited from your grandmother?"

"Yes, she made me understand that the universe has its own laws, which are usually hidden behind people's sight unless someone can see them more deeply or is willing to study them."

As Lady Spider spoke, she glanced at Gwen.

“This is not witchcraft, nor is it some kind of fraud, child. Your abilities far surpass those of most people because you are the special one. But you always think that the special abilities that give you will lead you astray in life. Am I right?”

Upon hearing what Lady Spider said, Gwen paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“I’ve always lived with a mask on, one is Gwen, and the other is Spider-Woman, and I can’t handle this relationship well. In fact, my father and I even separated because of it, and it’s a bit heavy for me.”

Faced with this Spider Lady who seemed to be able to see through her heart, Gwen couldn't help but confide her troubles to her.

"You know what you're doing, and you know what it means to you."

Madame Spider slowly said to Gwen, "Child, you are stronger than you think. However, no matter which choice we make, we will face various difficulties. Pain is a ghost that haunts humanity, and since you are a superhero, this ghost will cause you even more pain."

Lady Spider saw the hesitation in Gwen's heart. "You are very determined about what you are doing now, but you keep finding reasons for yourself. Child, you don't need reasons. Keep doing what you are doing. Even if there are countless universes, you are the most special Spider Woman, so don't doubt yourself."

Am I the most special one among all these Spider-Men?

Gwen looked at Lady Spider with some surprise.

"Yes, this crisis in the universe requires you and Peter to solve it together. All you have to do is trust, both with yourself and with others."

"trust?"

Gwen paused for a moment.

"Yes, that's the only thing that's keeping you apart."

Mrs. Spider's words carried a deeper meaning: "Also, child, you must remember that the death you see is not real death."

“I can tell you about my grandmother’s death, child; perhaps that will give you some insight.”

Mrs. Spider was lost in her memories. "My grandmother had a jar of teeth, which she had collected over the years from various animals. One day, she poured all the teeth from the jar in front of me, dipped her finger in the blood, and then held her finger a few centimeters above the teeth and twirled it around."

“My grandmother told me that her suffering would be over soon, after tomorrow night.”

"She had already foreseen that her final death was imminent."

Gwen couldn't help but ask Mrs. Spider, "So...it really happened?"

Lady Spider nodded.

“I didn’t feel sad, or even a little bit conflicted. I just remember that I couldn’t fall asleep. The next night, I lay in bed like a child waiting for dawn. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t know why, and I was also a little scared. In the middle of the night, I heard noises outside, the sound of friction.”