Chapter 122: Coincidental Flirting

"I'm more concerned about the guy in front of me than this whole situation," said the Blade, drawing the longsword from his back and keeping a vigilant eye on Peter and the ferocious creatures nearby.

Although they had dealt with each other before, he didn't consider the other person to be a good guy.

He had seen superheroes do good deeds before, like that spider woman swinging between cities. But the Spider-Man in front of him didn't strike him as someone who did good deeds.

Already regarding the other as a dangerous individual, having these dangerous creatures around him made him even more alert.

He had witnessed the ferocity of these terrifying black creatures, so the fact that they were obedient to Spider-Man astonished him.

He even began to suspect if the face behind Spider-Man's mask was similar to that of the creature that killed the werewolf.

"Also, I heard you took down Dracula," he said, glancing at the vampire, "He's not someone to mess with."

By saying this, he acknowledged the strength of the vampire.

After all, Dracula had been one of the enemies he had always wanted to take down.

"That wasn't easy. What I do is hunt dark creatures," replied the vampire, clenching her fists in preparation.

"The creature before us, I've hunted them before. Now I'm just repeating what I've done before."

Peter, watching the two of them talk recklessly, sighed.

"Are you two treating me as a decoration?" Peter calmly waved to the Alien "Queen."

The previously ferocious "Queen" immediately took a step back, retreating to Peter's side. But its gaze remained fixed on the two, ready to obey Peter's commands at any moment.

Helen, standing nearby, didn't say anything, but her displeased expression indicated that she likely wouldn't stand idly by either.

After all, the Alien was born from her.

Raising the silver sword, the Blade Warrior addressed Peter, "Are you a vampire, Spider-Man?"

He had previously detected a scent similar to that of a vampire from Peter, hence his suspicion regarding his identity's association with vampires.

"Vampire? Of course not. Why do you ask?" Peter inquired.

"Because only vampires are a match for werewolves," the Blade Warrior's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. "If you're not a vampire, I can't imagine where your pet came from."

"But that's beside the point," he continued, his gaze sharpening. "Regardless, I won't allow such dangerous dark creatures to roam free."

"And what about you?" Peter looked at the vampire, "Do you also want to meddle?"

"I know what this creature is; I've fought its kind before," the vampire said sternly to Peter. "It's a creature beyond your imagination; cruelty and slaughter are its true nature. No matter what you do, you cannot control it."

"Once these creatures proliferate on Earth, they're even more terrifying than vampires."

The vampire tried to explain the creature's terrifying nature to Peter.

Peter didn't respond to the vampire's words. "Miss Vampire, trust me, I know more about it than you do."

With that, he glanced towards the distant sound of police sirens.

The rain had started to ease, and the police should arrive soon.

Looking at the Blade Warrior and the vampire, Peter said, "If you two don't act now, the police will be here soon."

Helen also prepared for battle, extending her fingers as the trees in the forest twisted and morphed, slowly creeping towards the vampire duo.

In Helen's domain, these plants were her greatest asset.

She was confident she could defeat any enemy here.

If she had fought Peter here last time, she was confident the battle would have ended instantly.

The vampire, now looking at the serpentine plants closing in, shifted her attention to Helen.

Beneath Helen's stunning appearance was an icy expression.

A faint, almost imperceptible black aura lingered within her.

The vampire had encountered this type of power from Count Dracula.

It was a cryptic and headache-inducing magical aura, imbued with the scent of hell.

Count Dracula was the most powerful creature she had ever fought, possessing abilities surpassing most vampires: superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and reflexes. He was immune to traditional diseases and could transform into mist, shape-shift, control weather, summon lightning, and transform into bats, wolves, werewolves, and bat-human hybrids.

In some ways, he was a demon among vampires.

But the woman before her exuded a stronger aura of hell than Dracula.

If she were to fight here, she had no assurance of a swift victory.

Although she didn't regard the Alien highly, coupled with Spider-Man, she felt wary.

Having heard the distant sound of police sirens, the Blade Warrior hesitated, realizing it wasn't the time for battle.

With a deep look at Peter, he sheathed his silver sword.

"I hope the next time we meet, it's not when you've committed blood crimes. And... I'm taking the werewolf with me."

He addressed everyone, "He's of no use to you."

The Blade Warrior recognized the werewolf lying on the ground as "Nightwolf" Jack Russell, someone he knew. He knew Jack Russell was a kind-hearted guy, unlikely to commit such acts as a werewolf.

Suspecting foul play, he aimed to investigate what had truly happened.

Peter gazed at the Blade Warrior. "Hunter Kraven hunts monsters. He's the one who killed countless innocents. Shouldn't he be classified as an evil creature?"

"You two claim to hunt dark creatures but turn a blind eye to the real culprits and get tangled up in other things here. It's truly disappointing for supposed champions of justice."

After revealing that the werewolf was the true culprit behind the "Bear Mountain Monster" case and mocking the two as monster hunters, Peter turned and left.

Though he had some slight interest in the werewolf before, after being killed by the "Queen," his interest waned.

Leaving the tricky problem to the two, he quickly departed the scene.

The Alien Queen also hurried to catch up with Peter.

Although Helen regretted not being able to take down the annoying vampire, she ultimately left with Peter.

The vampire frowned, watching Peter's retreating figure.

Being spoken to in such a way, a fire almost exploded in her chest.

Bastard!

One day, she would tear off his mask and reveal the face behind it, seeing how despicable it was.

As for the Blade Warrior, he saw through Peter's evil intentions.

He explained to the vampire, "I know Jack Russell; he's a poor guy tormented by curses, incapable of doing such things. I must uncover the truth behind this, which is why I need him."

"Good, I want to know what happened too, who's behind this." The vampire gritted her teeth. "And I'll keep an eye on Spider-Man!"

After the group disappeared, a dazzling figure gradually appeared in the air, some distance from where they had been standing.

The blurred figure gradually became real, and Fletcher looked at the spot where the group had stood, lost in thought.

Spider-Man?

She had thought this guy was alone, but it turned out he wasn't alone.

This guy was indeed more troublesome than she had imagined.

And the Nightwalker.

For Blade Warrior taking away the werewolf, she naturally wouldn't let him off the hook. Although she was somewhat disappointed in the werewolf's performance, it was still her tool after all.

At this moment, Gwen hadn't arrived at the battlefield after the battle ended. The reason was she encountered some unforeseen circumstances.

"Ugh!"

Beside the road, in a shallow ditch, Liz struggled to push open the car door and stumbled out of the car. She wasn't really injured, but she was quite shaken.

She had been driving carefully, especially because of the rainy weather, so she was driving cautiously and not too fast. But then, while she was talking to Gloria, it seemed like a reindeer-like creature suddenly dashed across the road. Startled, she immediately hit the brakes. However, due to the slippery road, the car lost control and veered into the ditch.

Clutching her dazed head, Liz suddenly remembered a phrase she had seen somewhere, "Reindeer always like to chase after boys and girls in the Queen's area."

Removing her hand from her head, Liz suddenly remembered Gloria was still in the passenger seat.

"Oh no!"

Realizing she had not only forgotten Gloria but also got lost in thought, Liz rushed to the passenger seat to check on Gloria.

At this moment, Gloria was still dazed, not understanding what had happened, experiencing a momentary mental blank. Feeling a sticky sensation on her forehead, she reached out and discovered it was some sticky liquid. Thinking it was blood, she immediately assumed she was seriously injured. Then, remembering the lies she told her mom about watching TV at Liz's house, she imagined the serious consequences she might face and promptly passed out.

"Gloria!"

Seeing Gloria faint, Liz felt that things had taken a turn for the worse. Panicked, she pounded on the car window, trying to open the door. But the door seemed to be stuck, and despite her efforts, it wouldn't budge.

"Help! Is anyone there? Help! Someone has had an accident here!"

Liz shouted desperately while trying to pull the car door and calling for help. But there was no response from the surroundings.

After shouting several times and feeling despair creeping in, she suddenly heard a swooshing sound.

"Bang!"

Gwen landed on the ground and saw Liz calling for help.

Shocked to see her classmate at the scene, she quickly approached her.

"Spider-Woman, help! My friend is trapped in the car, and she seems to be in bad shape. Please help her!"

Seeing Spider-Woman appear, Liz felt relieved, thinking she had found her savior.

"Please, save her."

When Gwen saw Gloria inside the car, she was even more stunned.

Why are you guys here?!

Although her mind was in chaos, with a bunch of questions she wanted to ask the two, she ultimately prioritized saving the person.

Grabbing the car door handle, Gwen pulled hard, and the door opened. She pulled the unconscious Gloria out of the car and quickly checked her condition. Her heart was beating normally, and she seemed to have no major problems. Wiping the rain off Gloria's face, Gwen thought about taking her to the hospital. But then she suddenly thought of Peter. If she took Gloria to the hospital, she wouldn't be able to catch up with Peter. What if something happened to Peter? Would she regret it for the rest of her life?

But she couldn't just leave Gloria unattended either.

As she grappled with her dilemma, a police car approached from a distance. Gwen immediately stopped the speeding police car.

"Someone's injured. Please take her to the hospital."

Seeing the car in the ditch, the police officers in the car immediately realized there had been an accident and cooperated with Gwen to get Gloria into the car. Liz also got into the police car.

Inside the police car, Liz, relieved, glanced at Gwen outside through the glass. For some reason, she felt that Spider-Woman's expression and voice just now were very similar to Gwen's. Could it be true?!

Liz felt incredulous and absurd.

Taking out her phone, she wanted to call Gwen, but soon stopped herself.

If it really was Gwen, wouldn't it be better for me to pretend I don't know, like Gloria did?

Gwen, unaware of Liz's suspicion, headed to the State Park. But when she arrived, everything was already over.

As she fell into frustration, her phone vibrated.

Gwen immediately took out her phone.

It was a text from Peter: "I'm home safe, Gwen, don't worry."

At the Bar.

It was late at night, and only a few scattered customers remained, passing the time in this not-so-precious place.

"Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?"

"You finish that drink, and I'll buy you another."

Peter glanced at the barrel of alcohol, indicating she could start with the largest "glass."

The woman trying to flirt with him looked at Peter's distant demeanor and shook her head before leaving.

"Or, maybe something less like swill."

Helen didn't know when she had stood behind him.

Looking around, Peter turned to Helen and said, "Why talk here of all places?"

"Because here, you'll drop the pretense."

At this point, Peter wasn't wearing a mask, having reverted to his Peter Parker form.

Helen asked Peter, "Where is the Queen arranged?"

"She's outside. The night is the best camouflage."

"You seem to have quickly adapted to your role as the Queen's guardian, Peter."

Helen sat down. "But I didn't expect you to still attract women, after all, you're still a high school student."

"But I can understand."

She ordered a glass of whiskey and said to Peter:

"Your voice is good, even crisply pleasing. If you sang, it probably wouldn't be bad. And more importantly, your voice lacks a feminine quality, it's masculine, without a trace of a Southern accent. Bad boys like you, with a bit of a rogue vibe, always attract women."

"Are you here to flirt, Miss Helen?"

"No, because I like bad boys, but that's in the past."

She raised her glass. "To vent some emotions. Well, now we can talk business."