After instructing Tony to put pressure on the Military, Peter didn't waste any more time with him.
Instead, he stepped into the air and quickly dived downward.
In the blink of an eye, Peter returned to the top floor of Stark Tower.
The moment he landed, his expression darkened.
The rooftop terrace was a complete mess.
Scorpion and The Punishers Killer Brothers were all lying unconscious to the side.
Meanwhile, Gwen and Bullseye looked as if they had both suffered heavy losses.
Bullseye's limbs had been broken by the machine guns of the wheel of destiny, and he was currently pinned firmly to the wall by the spikes protruding from the front of the flying skateboard.
As for Gwen, her condition was also far from ideal.
Her body was covered in wounds, and a metal playing card was embedded in her shoulder.
What made Peter even more nervous was a wound on Gwen's arm that had swollen significantly, with the surrounding area turning a visible shade of blue and purple.
It was Scorpion's neurotoxin!
Reaching out to beckon the flying skateboard, Peter placed his hand on it and quickly learned what had happened through the wheel of destiny.
Originally, with Gwen's current strength, she could have easily handled these four.
But the problem lay in her "no-kill" rule.
Because Gwen was unwilling to deal a lethal blow to Scorpion, he found an opportunity to graze her arm with his stinger.
Under the influence of the stinger's neurotoxin, Gwen's movements began to slow down.
This led to her being subsequently hit by The Punishers and Bullseye's throwing cards.
If the wheel of destiny hadn't intervened at the critical moment, Gwen might have even been mobbed to death by the four of them!
Seeing that these four pieces of trash had injured Gwen so badly, Peter naturally couldn't let them live.
His cold gaze immediately fell upon Bullseye, who, with his limbs broken by the wheel of destiny, could only squirm on the ground like a maggot.
Noticing Peter's eyes, which were so cold they lacked any trace of emotion, Bullseye's scalp tingled with fear.
He quickened his squirming, attempting to escape from this terrifying demon king, Peter.
But this was clearly in vain.
In the blink of an eye, Peter appeared before him, grabbing the guy by the neck and lifting him up.
Seeing that he had no chance of escape.
Bullseye steeled himself and spat out a blade he had been hiding in his mouth, trying to slit Peter's throat.
But... how could Peter be hit by such a petty trick?
With just a tilt of his head, he easily dodged the blade Bullseye spat.
Feeling death's approach, Bullseye hurriedly tried to beg for mercy:
"My Lord, I surrender! I'm willing to serve you! Besides, I know many of Kingpin's secrets, I can help you..."
Crack!
Peter didn't even bother listening to Bullseye's nonsense; with a slight exertion of force, he cleanly snapped Bullseye's neck.
Trash like Bullseye, who took pleasure in torturing and killing the weak, didn't deserve to enter the Fist of Shadow at all.
After casually sacrificing the suit on Bullseye's body and gaining 500 sacrifice points, Peter tossed the garbage onto the ground and walked over to Gwen's side.
"You, oh you..."
Peter pinched Gwen's pretty face, his voice filled with helplessness and heartache.
"How many times have I told you? Kindness to your enemies is cruelty to yourself."
"I... I just felt..."
Gwen's voice was intermittent; the toxin from Scorpion was no joke—just a few milligrams could take down an elephant.
That Gwen had lasted this long was already the result of the spider genes in her body working frantically.
"Alright, say no more."
A soft white light emanated from Peter's palm as he gently pressed it against Gwen's wound.
The power of the horse talisman activated.
The hideous wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the strange neurotoxin in her body was rapidly purified under this magical power.
In just a moment, Gwen's injuries were completely healed.
After confirming Gwen was fine, Peter turned to look at the other three lying unconscious on the ground.
Just as he was about to snap Scorpion's neck like he did with Bullseye, Gwen rushed forward and held Peter's arm:
"Peter, don't..."
There was a hint of pleading in her voice.
Peter stopped, looked back at her, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly.
"They..." Gwen bit her lip and whispered, "They have no ability to resist anymore. Can we... hand them over to my father?"
Peter looked at her in silence, not saying a word.
The air seemed to grow a bit heavier because of it.
This was the first time Gwen had been stared at by Peter with such a gaze.
It made her feel as though she were drifting further and further away from him.
A sense of panic arose in her heart for no reason, but the voice deep inside still forced her to speak up.
"Hand them over to my father; the law will give them the punishment they deserve."
Hearing the word "law," a highly sarcastic smile appeared on Peter's face beneath his mask.
The law?
In this country, the law's deterrent effect on criminals isn't even as good as an execution line... While Peter was thinking this, Gwen's voice rang out again:
"More importantly..."
Her voice trembled slightly, and then she suddenly reached out and removed the mask from Peter's face.
Only after seeing that Peter's expression remained calm, without a trace of madness, did she feel a sense of relief, and she then hugged Peter tightly:
"I'm afraid. I'm afraid you'll become less and less like the Peter I know..."
Peter was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then he broke into a wry smile.
So that was the crux of the matter.
Gwen wasn't just a simple saint who couldn't stand seeing someone killed.
The girl was actually just worried that he would gradually lose himself in the process of killing repeatedly, his heart becoming twisted and mad.
Realizing this, the expression on Peter's face softened.
He gently stroked Gwen's back and said softly:
"Don't worry, Gwen. That kind of thing will never happen!"
"Don't forget, I received the recognition of the Divine Dragon to obtain this power."
"Who deserves death, who has the value to be reformed, and who can live to atone for their crimes—I have a scale in my heart for all of this. Otherwise, why do you think I established the Fist of Shadow?"
Hearing Peter's explanation, Gwen relaxed a bit at first, but then she couldn't help but raise a question:
"But... why can't you choose to let my father and the law punish them?"
Facing Gwen's incredibly naive question, Peter smiled helplessly.
He then gently broke free from the girl's embrace, placed his hands on her shoulders, and spoke in a slightly relaxed tone:
"Gwen, since you believe so strongly that the law will give them the punishment they deserve, why don't we just make a bet?"