After killing Dr. Octopus (Female), Peter immediately began pursuing Kingpin, who had quickly escaped via a hidden route while Peter was still battling her.
With the werewolf dead and Hardy restrained by 2B Miss, Kingpin knew his time was up. His only option was to flee and survive.
As the saying goes: "Where there is life, there is hope." As long as he lived, there was a chance to turn things around.
However, Peter didn't let him get his wish. Just as Kingpin reached the rooftop, ready to escape by helicopter, Peter arrived first. Before the pilot could take off, Peter clawed him to death, cutting off Kingpin's final escape route.
Descending from the helicopter slowly, Peter fixed his cold gaze on Kingpin.
Facing Peter, who exuded a murderous aura, Kingpin understood that words were useless. The only thing left to do was fight.
Without hesitation, he took off his iconic white suit, revealing a body of pure, powerful muscle.
Though Kingpin had no superpowers, he had undergone rigorous training daily. He regularly sparred with top martial arts masters from around the globe—ten at a time. Each session lasted no more than 20 seconds, as his opponents were either severely injured or dead, showing how terrifyingly strong he was.
His massive body wasn't the result of fat, but muscle, forged through relentless discipline.
It was this strength that gave him the confidence to stand and fight Peter now.
Peter said nothing. With killing intent radiating from his entire being, he charged at Kingpin like a tiger unleashed.
He wasn't the real Peter Parker—nor the original Spider-Man. His true name was Li Ran, a name from his previous life.
Hence, he had no vow against killing. On the contrary, once he understood the cruel reality of this world, he became decisive and ruthless.
To Li Ran, when facing enemies who hurt him or his loved ones, only one rule mattered: Blood for blood. Kill without mercy!
Thus, every time he fought, he held nothing back. And against the man who killed Aunt Mei, he would show no restraint.
Kingpin was considered the pinnacle of human combat, but compared to Peter—who had been enhanced with an optimized Lizard Serum—he was nothing.
Still, as the underground world's emperor, Kingpin had his pride. He would never grovel, even if he knew he would lose.
He clenched his fists and struck, trying to perform a miracle with his iron fists.
But no miracle came. Peter caught his punch effortlessly, then landed a front kick that sent Kingpin crashing into the wall.
With a thunderous boom, his body slammed into the building, spiderweb cracks forming in the wall behind him.
His abdomen ached from Peter's brutal kick, and his back seared in pain from the impact.
Just one exchange revealed Peter's nearly supernatural power—strength, speed, explosiveness—all beyond comprehension.
Kingpin, once touted as 90% muscle—a demon in human flesh—now felt like a rag doll.
Had it been anyone else, that single kick would've ended the battle entirely.
Now he finally understood why Dr. Curt Connors was so obsessed with perfecting the Lizard Serum.
Because it could create a Superman. That intoxicating sense of power—of total control—was enough to drive anyone mad.
"You're the first person who managed to stand up after taking one of my kicks," Peter said flatly. "You're good—but this is where it ends."
Without waiting, Peter moved again, faster than before. So fast that Kingpin couldn't react.
Before he could even raise his arms, Peter's clawed hand was around his throat, lifting him off the ground.
"So, this is the so-called emperor of the underworld? Just inflated hype. You didn't actually believe that, did you?"
"I admit I miscalculated. Just kill me already," Kingpin spat, knowing he wouldn't survive.
"Dying isn't so simple. Who's backing you?" Peter's voice was chilling. "I heard your conversation with Ulysses. Who is after the Lizard Serum? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death. Refuse, and I'll make you beg for it."
Kingpin clenched his teeth, trying desperately to escape the grip.
But before he could act, Peter slowly pierced his abdomen with a claw.
Agonizing pain surged through Kingpin's nerves. His face turned pale, lips drained of color as blood poured from the wound.
The strength he prided himself on vanished completely. Now he was helpless—a dead man walking.
Realizing he was powerless, Kingpin's eyes grew fierce. He reached for his waist and pressed a hidden button.
A countdown began.
"Brat, no one's ever gotten information from me—and you won't be the first! We're dying together!"
Peter's expression changed. He hurled Kingpin away and darted back with full force.
But he was a second too late.
Kingpin exploded.
A thunderous blast rocked the rooftop. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, hurling Peter off the edge.
At the last moment, he activated his anti-gravity device, suspending in mid-air.
Looking back, he saw only Kingpin's remains—shredded flesh and crimson mist.
He hadn't expected Kingpin to be so ruthless. Rather than give up his secrets, he'd self-destructed.
Yes, he truly was worthy of ruling the underworld.
"Creator, are you alright?"
2B Miss arrived in a flash. Seeing Peter alive, her concern faded.
"I'm fine… just a bit disgusted," Peter said, wiping blood from his face, suppressing the urge to vomit.
In truth, he was injured—internally. The blast had shaken his organs, but nothing fatal.
Thanks to the Lizard Serum, he possessed rapid regenerative abilities. Even a severed limb could be restored. With some rest, he'd heal.
"Creator, shall we leave now?" 2B asked, holding the bound Hardy.
Peter paused, then shook his head.
"No. Kingpin's death will cause chaos. Rival gangs will rush to carve up his empire. Better I take it all than let others profit. We stay—and clean up the mess."
He narrowed his eyes. "There's still a big fish behind all this. I intend to reel him in, slowly. Only by knowing my enemy can I prepare for the future."
"Do you have a new plan, Creator?"
"Yes. A plan to deceive the heavens."
"Right now, only we know Kingpin is dead. If we stay quiet, no one will suspect a thing. That gives us a lot of freedom."
"2B, simulate Kingpin's voice and host a video conference with all tower members. Let them think he's still alive."
"Understood. I'll prepare a virtual image. It will work for video calls—but what about physical appearances?"
"That's easy. If I could create you, I can create a robot Kingpin too. It just needs some time."
2B nodded, admiration flashing in her eyes. "Got it. I'll begin now," she said, carrying Hardy back into Kingpin's office.
"2B, find out how each floor of Kingpin Tower is used. And how many people are inside."
"Understood." She connected to the tower's network and accessed all surveillance feeds.
Within a minute, she had the data.
"Creator, Kingpin Tower has 35 floors. Floors 1–5 are reception, pool, gym, cafeteria, and lounge. The 6th is a suspended floor."
"Floors 7–15 pose as a food processing plant but are actually a high-tech drug lab. About 60% of New York's drugs come from here."
"Floors 16–20 are the Weapon Research Department—Kingpin was developing high-tech weapons, but the purpose is unclear."
"Floors 21–25 house armed personnel—fully equipped with armories and training rooms."
"The top 10 floors—26–35—are off-limits. No surveillance is installed. We'll have to investigate them manually."
"Currently, 106 people are inside: 50 armed, 56 regular employees."
"As expected of New York's largest gang. A full criminal enterprise in one skyscraper!" Peter grinned.
Now that Kingpin was gone, he had a real opportunity to claim it all—silently. His life was about to change forever.
"Creator, what's next?" 2B asked.
"Hold a virtual meeting as Kingpin. Tell them there was an intruder, but the threat was handled. Keep them calm."
"Then gather materials from the R&D floor—I'm going to 'resurrect' Kingpin."
"Understood. What about her?" 2B pointed to Hardy, who had recovered her senses after Dr. Octopus's device was destroyed.
Now free, Hardy stood silently, stunned. She couldn't believe how powerful Peter had become.
She'd once seen him nearly die at the hands of thugs. Now, he'd defeated Kingpin with ease. It felt like a dream.
Her heart ached with happiness at seeing him again—but also shame. She looked at her mutated hands, reluctant to approach.
Peter walked over gently and took her hand.
"Felicia, don't worry. I'll restore you. Just give me some time."
"I believe you—just like you once believed in me." Her voice trembled with emotion.
"Am I… ugly now?" she asked.
"No. Never. To me, you're always beautiful. Even if you're a Black Cat, you're still my Felicia."
"Really?"
"Of course. I never lie to women."
"Just look at those shapely hips, those long legs, that... generous chest muscle!"
"You!!"
"Heh, don't be mad. I'm kidding. Give me a day—and I'll restore your beauty."
"That's better. But if you like me like this… why don't we have a go right now?"
"No—who taught you that!?"
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