As the Hell Witch departed,
instantly,
the area under the Manhattan Bridge became pitch black again.
But whether for Hawk or for Peter, the darkness didn't prevent them from seeing as clearly as if it were daytime.
Peter looked at the vanished Hell Witch and opened his mouth.
"She left?"
"Apparently, yes."
"Then…"
"Don't worry about it; it's a private matter for the Osborn family."
"Alright."
Peter recalled the scene where he was instantly restrained by the Hell Witch and still felt a lingering shock, looking at Hawk.
"Thanks, Hawk."
"No problem. I'm leaving now; want to keep playing for a bit?"
"No."
Peter shook his head: "Forget it, I'm going home too."
Hawk hummed in acknowledgment, waved to Peter, and then instantly vanished from Peter's sight.
Seeing this, Peter also shot a web, swinging away from the location.
Under the dark Manhattan Bridge, only a single robber remained, plastered against the wall, his expression wild as if he had gone insane.
Soon,
Hawk returned home, showered again in the bathroom, then lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, recalling the Hell Witch who had vanished without a word.
He had just been planning to wait for the Hell Witch to open up and see if he could ask her about the entrance to the Hell Dimension.
But…
Witches, as expected, were aloof.
Forget it, thinking about the Hell entrance now was a bit too early; it was better to focus on acquiring the Reality Stone first.
Hawk thought to himself, then slowly closed his eyes, sinking his mind back into his Little Universe to continue sensing his Sixth Sense with persistent effort.
When Harry Osborn passed away, it dominated the front pages of major New York media outlets.
But…
This World doesn't stop functioning just because someone is gone.
Just like Iron Man Tony Stark, ever since the Christmas incident last year, news about Tony Stark hadn't appeared in newspapers for a long time.
The same was true for Harry Osborn.
Aside from the initial days of media coverage, as Harry Osborn was buried and his notarized will was gradually revealed, news concerning Harry Osborn became scarce.
Wall Street media largely focused their attention on Felicia Hardy, who inherited Osborn Biological Industry after Harry Osborn.
It's worth noting that after the news of Felicia Hardy's inheritance spread, the stock price of Osborn Biological Industry not only stopped falling but also quickly rebounded.
According to Wall Street insiders, Felicia Hardy was very familiar; she was initially Norman Osborn's secretary, responsible for helping Norman Osborn manage the company during his severe illness, then helping Harry Osborn manage the company, and now directly managing it herself.
Such experience might have reminded investors of a familiar name:
Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark Industries.
A few days later, investors also gave Ms. Felicia Hardy a nickname.
"Black Cat!"
"How did that nickname come about?"
The day before their group trip to London, Hawk, Gwen, Peter, and Mary gathered again, confirming the London travel itinerary while chatting about recent gossip.
Mainly, Mary was doing the talking.
After all, Mary's nickname as the Gossip Queen wasn't for nothing.
"It's said that Felicia has a black cat that looks particularly beautiful, so the nickname 'Black Cat' spread from that."
"Black Cat…"
Gwen blinked upon hearing this: "I remember when I interned at Osborn, there really seemed to be a black cat in the company. I always thought it was kept by the security department."
After all, they had white mice in their lab.
Therefore, when Gwen interned at Osborn, she often saw a black cat wandering around their lab entrance.
She had originally thought that black cat was kept by the security department to catch mice.
Little did she know…
It belonged to Felicia.
"Oh, right."
Mary smiled, then her eyes lit up as she said to Gwen: "Do you remember those few people we met at the funeral, who Felicia had people kick out, who were supposedly Harry's uncles?"
Gwen nodded.
"I remember, what about them?"
"They filed a lawsuit to revoke Harry's will, but the court refused to accept it."
"It would be strange if they did accept it."
Gwen shook her head helplessly upon hearing this: "Harry's will was made when he was lucid, and there's a video recording. Lawyers from a law firm were also present at the time. No judge with a sound mind would accept that case; they'd be criticized."
Mary shrugged, then said: "That's not what I wanted to say. It's said that Harry's second uncle, who was probably him, was also diagnosed with the family genetic disease a few days ago."
Gwen's eyes lit up as she looked at Mary.
Hawk and Peter, who were sitting aside purely to make up the numbers for the two girls, also subconsciously looked at each other upon hearing this.
Their eyes met.
Hawk smiled and subtly shook his head.
It was still the same old saying.
This was a private matter between the Hell Witch and the Osborn family; there was no need to rush into it.
If Harry were still alive, and Peter knew about this, he would probably get involved.
But Harry was already dead.
And besides Harry, Peter wasn't very familiar with the other Osborns, and they might not even think highly of him.
So…
Peter looked at Hawk's expression, thought for a moment, and chose to remain silent.
Time passed quickly as Mary and Gwen chatted about gossip and confirmed their travel plans.
By the time Hawk and Gwen returned to the Stacy apartment, it was already six in the evening.
Helen had already prepared dinner.
The people were still the same.
The dish was still the classic lemon sea bass.
Helen still had the expression of a mother-in-law who liked her son-in-law more and more, and George still had the scowling face of a father-in-law who found his son-in-law more and more displeasing.
Gwen's two younger brothers were as mischievous and lively as ever.
Hawk looked at this scene, then at Gwen, who also wore a happy smile, and suddenly thought of Electro, whom he had killed with a single punch a while ago.
Electro.
Power plant.
Gwen.
Hawk suddenly realized where that sense of ease had come from after he killed Electro.
After dinner,
Hawk drove back to his home on Palm Street.
But…
As soon as Hawk pushed open the garage door and entered the living room, he immediately saw a ball of blue Fire floating by the fireplace.
The next second,
the blue Fire gradually took shape, and once again, the Hell Witch, whom he had seen under the Manhattan Bridge a while ago, appeared before the fireplace.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, tossed his car keys into the fruit bowl Gwen bought as a decorative item, and walked towards the sofa.
The Hell Witch's voice was as faint as ever.
"Thank you."
"…"
Is she realizing now that I did have the ability to kill them?
Hawk thought to himself, hearing the thanks, then smiled faintly and went straight to the point: "Can you tell me where the entrance to Hell is?"
The Hell Witch paused at his words, then spoke faintly again.
But this time, her tone changed.
It seemed as if several women of different ages and personalities were speaking at once.
"The entrance to the Hell Dimension has been closed."
"It happened a while ago."
"It seems Mephisto got beaten up."
"Then he closed the entrance to the Hell Dimension."
"…"
Hawk listened to the somewhat chattering voices, looking curiously at the Hell Witch before him.
The Hell Witch's voice returned to normal this time.
"Sorry, we were burned to death together back then, and our souls became entangled. Because we couldn't forgive, we came back for revenge."
"I understand."
Hawk nodded: "Every wrong has its source, every debt its owner. You seek your revenge; I won't meddle."
The Hell Witch thanked him again.
Hawk then brought the topic back to Hell: "You just said the entrance to the Hell Dimension is closed?"
Well, I'll be.
So Mephisto was just all talk?
Saying I was still very weak, and then going back to Hell and closing the gates tightly?
That shouldn't be the case.
He knew his current strength was considerable, but in the eyes of a God, he was still not enough.
Hawk wondered curiously.
Just then,
the Hell Witch explained: "It is said that a while ago, Mephisto came to Earth, but was discovered by the representative of the Kamar-Taj Dimension, who gave him a severe beating. After returning, Mephisto closed the entrance to the Hell Dimension."
Kamar-Taj.
Representative.
Ancient One?
Hawk gasped upon hearing this: "The Ancient One didn't kill Mephisto, did she?"
She absolutely must not kill him.
He still had to go to Hell to pick up his sister.
The Hell Witch shook her head: "Mephisto is the ruler of the Hell Dimension. As long as the Hell Dimension exists, Mephisto will not die."
Hawk breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, then looked at the Hell Witch.
"Can you tell me when the Hell Dimension entrance will open?"
"Yes."
"Then do me a favor. After the Hell Dimension portal opens, let me know. I have something I need to do in the Hell Dimension."
"Yes."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
After speaking, the Hell Witch quietly looked at Hawk for a moment, then transformed back into a ball of blue Fire and entered the fireplace.
With a bang,
a blue light flashed in the fireplace, and then the entire living room plunged into darkness.
Seeing this, Hawk also turned and walked towards the bedroom on the third floor.
Wait.
He suddenly stopped, blinking.
Mephisto was hammered by the Ancient One?
That shouldn't be; Mephisto is a God, after all, and no matter how powerful the Ancient One is, she isn't a God.
Oh, right.
The Ancient One has the Time Stone.
Alright.
Hawk smiled in surprise when he thought of this, then shook his head.
Forget it.
For him right now,
the Reality Stone was the most important thing.
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