Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

Stacy and her father have such a despicable view of Homelanders.

Using Osborn's biological research lab to develop aphrodisiacs and then rape the whole world? What a joke! Homelander's charm is boundless; why would he need to resort to such low and despicable methods?

The famous Spider-Woman secretly flirted with Homelander under the table in front of her father and best friend. Homelander wouldn't even bother to talk about it, lest anyone suspect him of showing off.

"Gwen, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" George noticed his daughter's unusual expression and asked with concern.

"...No, I'm fine."

Considering that her father needed her help and had indeed received a favor from Grey last night, Gwen forcibly suppressed the anger in her eyes and forced a smile.

"Jessica, you don't look too well. Perhaps the fruit wasn't to your liking?"

Chief George felt something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason.

"Uncle George, I'm fine too." Jessica put away her gloomy expression and smiled to brush it off.

An ordinary girl might not notice the little movements under the table, but Jessica is clearly an exception. Her perception is no less than Gwen's. She doesn't even need to look; she can tell from the sounds that Grey is up to something.

You bastard, you tried to seduce Gwen right in front of me! Do you think I'm dead?!

Dengdengdengdeng-

Suddenly, the table began to shake without warning.

Chief George looked puzzled and subconsciously looked down to check. The shaking stopped abruptly, but as soon as he looked up, the eerie sound started again.

He was a little confused, wondering if his table was having an epileptic seizure, as it was intermittently twitching.

"Dad, aren't you very busy today? Why aren't you at work yet?" Gwen's smile was still sweet, but George felt a sense of unease.

The last time Gwen urged him to go to work was right after his wife passed away.

No, Dad didn't die in the line of duty, why are you in such a hurry?

From George's unseen perspective, the scene beneath the table was quite fascinating.

Gwen gripped the chair armrests with both hands, her hips slightly off the ground, and kicked Gray with all her might, as if she were pedaling a mountain bike wildly.

Jessica was equally determined, gritting her teeth and puffing out her cheeks as she gave it her all, as if she wanted to stomp Gray's foot right into the floor tiles.

"Then please take good care of Uncle Gray for Dad. I do have something to take care of at the police station, so I'll go and get back to work."

George's eyes swept suspiciously across the three faces, but he couldn't find any flaws. He shook his head, assuming that the recent work pressure had caused him to hallucinate.

"Take care, Uncle."

Jessica's response was slightly breathless.

"Be careful on the road."

Gwen raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead and forced a smile.

After George left hesitantly, the two men stopped pretending and their expressions suddenly darkened.

"Jessica, you..."

Instead of confronting Grey immediately, Gwen looked at Jessica with a complicated expression.

The interaction just now made her realize that this classmate, with whom she had spent more than two years, possessed extraordinary abilities.

Furthermore, Gray disappeared the moment George left, leaving her with no target to vent her anger on.

"Gwen, are you Spider-Woman?" Jessica pondered for a moment, then her gaze sharpened, revealing the astonishing truth.

Gwen was startled. After a brief silence, she nodded frankly: "Yes, I'm sorry to have kept it a secret from everyone. This identity is too sensitive. I was afraid it would cause trouble, and George has never really liked Spider-Woman, so..."

"Gwen, no explanation needed."

Jessica took a deep breath and slowly said, "You should know that my parents died in a car accident. It was in that accident that I gained superhuman strength. Do you remember the last time I was taken to the police station for questioning? Everyone thought I was hanging out with some shady characters, but actually, I wasn't skilled enough at controlling my powers and accidentally beat two thugs to a pulp."

Gwen's eyes widened in surprise, then she smiled knowingly: "I see. No wonder your reaction was different from others. It seems we all have a hidden side."

"Perhaps that's why we can become friends?" Jessica smiled slightly.

"We both harbor secrets and are both filled with fear of being looked at differently. Looking at it this way, we really are kindred spirits," Gwen said with a sigh.

"Let's not talk about this, Gwen. There's something I have to tell you..." Jessica's expression was serious, but she hesitated before she could finish speaking.

"What is it?" Gwen asked, puzzled.

Jessica took a deep breath, preparing to tell Gwen the truth about Grey. As a friend, she couldn't stand by and watch Gwen get hurt. It was clear from Grey's behavior that the bastard had ill intentions towards Gwen.

She was powerless to change Grey's mind and could only advise Gwen to get away from New York as soon as possible to avoid the storm.

However, before Jessica could finish speaking, a sudden exclamation came from outside the door.

"Gwen, come out quickly and talk them out! Peter and Thompson are fighting again!"

The urgent voice instantly broke the silence in the room.

It turned out that Peter had learned from his good friend Ned that Gwen was having a birthday party at home today, so he dragged his injured body to come and give her his blessings. However, he ran into Thompson as soon as he got to the door.

When two people clash, their attitudes are naturally not good when they meet, but reason allows them to restrain their hatred and decide to pass each other by.

But just then, Gray appeared, but he didn't do anything excessive. He simply looked at Peter with a disappointed expression and said:

"I thought you had the courage to never compromise in the face of any difficulty, but I was wrong, and Gwen was wrong too. Peter, you are still the same person you always were."

These words instantly ignited Peter's anger; he hated his former self to the core.

Having experienced the previous incident, Peter believed that he had completely overcome his cowardice and inferiority complex, and completed the most important transformation in his life.

Despite his injuries, he rushed here today not only to give Gwen birthday wishes, but also because he was determined to confess his feelings to her no matter what, and even if he was rejected, he would never regret it.

"Thompson, please show some respect to Peter in the future. Everyone knows he's not afraid of you at all. If you keep bullying him, it will only make your classmates look down on you even more."

In everyone's eyes, you're already a complete loser. Unless you actually manage to kill Peter, you'll never be able to hold your head high in front of them again.

Upon hearing this, Thompson subconsciously looked around, and in that instant, he felt all the blood rushing to his head.

Because the stranger in front of them was right, the students looked at him with pity and disdain, as if he were just a pitiful wretch, while Peter was the hero they were praising.

Damn Peter!

Thompson was seething with anger and gave Peter the middle finger with a look of displeasure.

Seeing this, Peter threw down his cane without saying a word and started fighting with him.

Soon after, the ambulance arrived with its siren blaring, a scene that sparked much discussion among the neighbors, who suspected that Chief George might have been the victim of gang revenge and that his entire family had been wiped out.