"You're right, Spider-Woman does have her good points."
Leo nodded seriously.
Hope rekindled in Gwen's heart. "What is it? Her kindness?"
Leo shook his head and said seriously: "She really has a great figure."
Under the tight suit's accentuation, Gwen's perfect curves were displayed in their entirety, making him want to reach out and test whether she had stuffed anything inside.
How could it be so perky?
He usually didn't notice it at all.
Gwen: "...."
Go die! Men!
Seeing the girl walking home with her head down in silence, Leo almost burst out laughing.
This kind of Gwen was just too fun to tease.
"Alright Gwen, actually the main reason I don't like Spider-Woman is because Mr. George doesn't like her."
"Look, these are Mr. George's published statements."
Leo caught up and handed the newspaper to Gwen. It read:
"Spider-Woman's appearance is complete contempt for the NYPD! She has no law enforcement authority!"
"Please trust that the New York Police have the ability to protect any taxpayer's personal safety. Citizens with clues about Spider-Woman's identity can report to the police station, and we will provide generous rewards."
The reporter then asked more questions, and Mr. George's words were filled with dissatisfaction toward Spider-Woman.
After reading this, Gwen was stunned.
So Leo disliked her because of her own father?
So she should thank Leo for standing on the same side as her father to dislike her?
For a moment, Gwen's CPU nearly burned out.
"Alright, let's not talk about these things for now. Time will prove that Spider-Woman is just."
Gwen hurriedly changed the subject. She was afraid that if they continued, she'd end up hating herself.
...
That night, Leo lay on his big bed quietly lost in thought.
After dinner, Gwen had left in a hurry.
Sensing Gwen's constantly moving qi, she was probably out on the streets doing heroic deeds.
Lying here alone like this was somewhat boring.
Now daily exercise brought minimal improvement, so after completing his daily training, Leo was free.
Usually he could text with Gwen or have long phone conversations.
Or watch TV shows.
But now the girl was having fun on the streets, and he didn't know what to watch.
Leo fell into extreme emptiness.
What should he do exactly?
Maybe go to the Continental Hotel for some work?
Leo, who didn't want to work for others anymore, abandoned this idea. He was waiting for an opportunity to bring New York's Continental Hotel under his control and become the boss himself.
Might as well go check on Gwen. He hadn't seen Gwen's Spider-Woman form with his own eyes yet.
Would she be even more beautiful than in the newspaper photos?
Thinking of it, he acted. Leo simply changed his appearance, put on black training clothes, and disappeared from the villa.
Activating the Air Dance Technique, he flew toward where Gwen was.
...
Brooklyn.
A robbery was taking place in a dim alley.
The players were a white woman and three strong men.
Perhaps because she had just gotten paid, the woman was unwilling to hand over her bag, and both sides got into a struggle.
Just as one black man's hand was about to slap the woman's face.
A web shot out from the shadows, grabbed his hand, and pulled him flying away.
Spider-Woman in black and white battle suit jumped in front of the woman.
"Hey, hitting women isn't gentlemanly behavior - you'll be despised by the neighbors."
"Why do you have to rob other people's money? With your physical condition, if you went to work, many bosses would be fighting to hire you, right?"
"If that doesn't work, you could also find a job at a plantation."
Once in her battle suit, Gwen became a chatterbox - perhaps this was a side effect of the spider genes.
Her little mouth went like a machine gun, talking non-stop.
And that last mention of plantation clearly touched memories buried deep in these black men's DNA.
"Shut up! Pajama baby! I know you! Spider-Woman!"
"But Brooklyn ain't Manhattan - I'll cap you!"
One black man angrily pulled out a gun and fired without hesitation.
Bang bang - two gunshots. Gwen quickly reacted, dodging sideways and taking the woman behind her away from the bullets.
"Sorry, but I still have to say, those guys in Hell's Kitchen are much more ruthless than you. Last time they even used Tommy guns - I was terrified then."
Gwen continued chattering while constantly shooting webs from her wrists, easily subduing the three black men, wrapping them up like cocoons and hanging them on the wall.
"Alright miss, you can go now."
Gwen looked at her handiwork with satisfaction and spoke to the white woman.
"Thank you, Spider-Woman. I knew The Daily Bugle was wrong - you're a good person. Next time I'll speak up for you!"
Under the hood, Gwen's face stiffened.
That damn report again, how annoying.
But she had subdued three robbers and only damaged one trash can.
This time Dad shouldn't criticize her - oh wait, Spider-Woman - anymore, right?
Thinking of this, Gwen couldn't help but smile.
Not far away on a tall building's rooftop, Leo witnessed the entire event, also with a smile on his face.
The fighting had no technique, relying purely on her own strength and speed, plus the web's super stickiness.
The newly debuted Spider-Woman was truly inexperienced.
But it couldn't be denied that because she had learned gymnastics, every movement Gwen made was extremely graceful. Combined with the form-fitting battle suit, it was just one word:
Cool!
His gaze moved slightly downward, and Leo smiled even more happily.
Because Gwen had adopted his suggestion and changed from blue ballet shoes to white ones, which looked much better.
Watching Gwen finish handling things and prepare to swing to other places.
Leo was about to follow when his phone suddenly rang.
In the empty, quiet alley, the noisy ringtone was particularly jarring, and Gwen instantly locked onto the sound source.
"Who's there!"
"No intention of disturbing you, I'm just an ordinary person passing by."
Leo jumped down somewhat helplessly while answering the phone.
He hadn't brought his usual phone - this phone was for his assassin identity.
"Hello, John, you better have business."