Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman Chapter 849: The Friendly Neighborhood Hero Returns

Since Henry had said he wouldn’t call the police, he naturally followed the rules of the streets. Henry was a reasonable man. He applied just a little more pressure with his foot against the Black kid’s intact palm.

“See what happened to your other friends? Maybe you want to end up like them, surviving on gruel for the next six months, and perhaps never being able to chew anything hard for the rest of your life.

“But if you find a good enough doctor, maybe you won’t have to suffer that fate. Which brings us to the question: do you have enough money to pay for the medical bills? Maybe your employer will cover them?”

Feeling as though his palm was about to be crushed, the Black kid repeatedly begged for mercy.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you anything you want to know! I never said I wouldn’t talk!”

Henry eased the pressure beneath his foot but didn’t move it.

“Who told you to capture Sky?”

“I don’t know who he is. He’s a French-looking man, in his fifties, with curly hair and a beard. He told me to take the target to a designated location after we caught her. That’s all I know.”

Apparently, this guy had spent plenty of time acting as a police informant. He knew exactly what information mattered when someone was questioning him.

Henry moved his foot away and crouched down in front of the Black kid, who was in so much pain that saliva and snot were running down his face.

“Where’s the designated location? How were you supposed to make contact? Was there a specific time or password? Tell me everything I need to know in one go and save yourself some more physical pain.”

The Black kid spilled everything like beans pouring from a tipped bamboo tube. He was afraid that if he didn’t speak quickly enough, he wouldn’t get another chance.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with people as ruthless as this white bastard in front of him. Gang leaders were often like this. If you didn’t immediately tell them what they wanted to hear, you’d have a bad time.

Seeing how cooperative the Black kid was, Henry even felt that he’d been a little too heavy-handed with his companions earlier.

But then he remembered that they’d pulled guns, and decided that sending those people to the hospital for a while was actually quite merciful.

Just as he was about to say something else, Henry sensed a threat coming from behind!

His first instinct was to dodge, but after thinking it over carefully, he decided to stay exactly where he was.

The next second, a mass of webbing wrapped around him. With a violent pull, his entire body was yanked onto the fire escape of a nearby apartment building.

The friendly neighborhood hero of New York landed in front of the Black kid and asked with concern, “Sir, are you all right?”

“Spider-Man!”

Several people cried out in unison, though some voices were angry and others delighted.

The street punks who had been paid to cause trouble for Sky looked at one another. Those who were still conscious immediately scrambled away, rolling and crawling as fast as they could.

They didn’t even spare a glance for their companions still lying on the ground.

Spider-Man chose not to stop them. Perhaps from his perspective, a victim fleeing the scene immediately was simply an instinctive response.

The actual victim, Sky, was far less calm.

“What the hell are you doing, Spider-Man?! Those guys are the assholes who were bullying me! Henry came here to help me, and you just hung him up like that!”

“What?!”

Although Spider-Man was wearing a mask, everyone could still sense the shock on his face. He looked at the battered girl, then back at the man hanging from the fire escape, repeatedly switching his gaze between them.

“But… you did knock these people down, right?”

Spider-Man questioned the man suspended in midair, who was slowly spinning around as the webbing swayed.

With both hands bound in webbing, Henry looked helpless.

“I was going to call the police, but those guys wouldn’t let me. So I had no choice but to settle it privately. I didn’t want to knock them down either.”

“But some of their injuries look pretty serious…”

Spider-Man pointed at several of them. Their jaws were visibly dislocated, while their palms and fingers had been twisted into grotesque shapes.

“They shot at me. It doesn’t matter that I can’t get hurt. What if they hit the flowers and plants nearby?”

The Kryptonian continued telling the absolute truth.

The problem was, neither Spider-Man nor Sky could see a single flower or plant anywhere in this filthy, stinking alley.

The two of them were speechless.

“But…”

The little spider was about to say something else when Henry interrupted the chatterbox.

“Spider-Man, put me down first. Then we can have a proper discussion about who the bad guys are, okay? I’m getting dizzy from all this spinning.”

“Oh, okay.”

The moment he finished speaking, Spider-Man jumped straight up from the spot!

He immediately landed on the fire escape, severed his webbing, and slowly lowered Henry back to the ground.

The height of Spider-Man’s standing jump alone made it obvious how absurd his physical abilities were. One jump sent him up an entire story—three meters.

And that was the height reached by his feet, not the maximum height he could touch by stretching his arms upward. Most importantly, Spider-Man looked completely relaxed doing it. There was no preparation before the jump and no stumble after landing.

The webbing wrapped several times around Henry was also cleaned up by Spider-Man himself.

Henry noticed that this really was a spider monster. There was no web-shooter or other technological device on his hands.

And although the webbing wrapped around Henry would have been difficult for an ordinary person to break free from, in Spider-Man’s hands it was like paper. He casually pinched it apart with his fingers.

Such an unreasonable degree of enhancement and mutation was rare even among mutants.

Perhaps it was Henry’s calm demeanor after being lowered to the ground that convinced Spider-Man that he probably wasn’t a bad guy. Every criminal and street thug he’d encountered was practically bristling with hostility, spewing obscenities whenever they got the chance.

If Henry had telepathy and could hear what the little spider was thinking, he would definitely tell this inexperienced young man that truly great villains were all extremely composed!

Anyone who could be recognized at a glance as a bad guy was simply too low-level.

Having already updated his internal assessment of who was good and who was bad, Spider-Man looked at the street punks sleeping soundly all over the ground.

“Um… should I call them an ambulance?”

“Heh. As strange as it sounds, if you actually wanted to hurt them, calling an ambulance would be one way to do it. But I guess most of these guys probably don’t even have bank accounts, let alone savings. So this level of debt probably wouldn’t mean much to them.”

American ambulances: if you’ve never used one, you don’t know; once you do, you’ll be shocked.

Although their exorbitant cost was often criticized, from another perspective, it also ensured that emergency medical resources could be provided to people who genuinely needed them, rather than being monopolized by cheapskates who called an ambulance over every trivial little ailment just because it was free.

Spider-Man naturally knew about the glorious traditions of the American healthcare system, but he was still caught in a dilemma.

Some of these people’s injuries weren’t the sort that would naturally heal if they simply went home and dabbed some saliva on them.

Henry didn’t care what this inexperienced young man was thinking. He couldn’t exactly say that he welcomed or disliked Spider-Man.

Although Spider-Man had interfered with quite a few of his affairs, Henry found it difficult to genuinely hate him.

The little spider was, after all, someone who genuinely wanted to do good and was willing to do good.

Compared with Henry, he was simply far too noble.

Perhaps that was precisely why Henry felt a vague sense of irritation whenever he saw him.

People have a hard time facing those whose nobility is completely different from their own.