Chapter 61 Cats Always Steal Something

Gwen next to her was also stunned.

The black cat's stunning appearance after taking off his mask made her breath stop.

The emerald green eyes were deep and profound, and the facial features beneath the long silver hair were like a sculpture.

Even though they were both women, Gwen had to admit that she was definitely the type of woman that boys would most likely chase after.

When the black cat's mask was taken off, he was stunned at first.

After I realized what was happening, anger immediately filled my heart.

How dare this bastard?!

She waved her hand, wanting to give the bastard a solid slap.

But she felt so weak all over that her raised hands were limp and powerless.

With a "snap", her arm was grabbed by Peter.

"Your claws aren't so sharp anymore, Miss Black Cat."

Peter was also a little surprised when he saw the other person's appearance.

He grabbed Black Cat's arm and whispered, "Or do you not want to detoxify?"

"Then there's no need to take off my mask."

The black cat said indignantly.

If I hadn't been so weak, I would have scratched this damn bastard's face until it bled.

"You don't have to hide your identity, Miss Hardy."

Matt, who was leaning against the wall on the ground, interrupted while panting.

His voice was humming and his mouth was like it was filled with rocks and syrup.

The series of attacks Peter launched at him just now caused serious damage to his body.

He wanted to laugh out loud, but the pain in his body stopped him after just a few laughs.

"After all, I've always known that your last name is Hardy."

Even though he was defeated, he still maintained his so-called demeanor.

"You Kingpin's lackey!"

Black Cat covered his chest and glared at Matt with hatred, "I will kill you!"

"Cough cough."

Matt coughed and unbuttoned his wrinkled suit with all his strength.

A red shirt was revealed from the open suit, with a few words written on it - "I am not Kingpin".

"Kingpin? Me?"

He pointed to a few words on the shirt. "You got the wrong words, Miss Hardy. I'm just a blind messenger of justice. I can't even put on my own clothes."

The black cat ignored his wisecracks and turned his gaze towards Peter.

The next second Peter stuffed the bottle of antidote into her mouth.

The black cat looked at Peter in astonishment, his mouth puffed up.

Feeling the changes in her body, her anger gradually subsided.

Staring at Peter, she quickly reached out and tried to pull off the mask on Peter's face.

But the moment she touched the black mask, she felt a chill.

The mask worn on the other person's face fits tightly to his face, with no gaps at all.

It looked like it was his face, not a mask.

She moved her fingers away from Peter's face in a daze, and the trembling feeling transmitted by the black cat's fingers also disappeared.

"you!"

There was a look of shock in her pupils.

What kind of monster is this guy?!
"Why did you stop?"

Peter looked at the stunned black cat and asked her in a puzzled manner.

"Because you're right, my claws aren't so sharp right now."

The black cat's mood returned to normal and she smiled at Peter.

"Haven't you heard the saying? Curiosity kills the cat."

Peter stood up and prepared to detoxify Gwen. Black Cat felt that her body had recovered some strength, so she took a deep breath and stood up.

Then the arm reached out to Peter again.

Peter, thinking that the other party would repeat the same trick, ignored her actions.

However, Black Cat's arm movement this time was just a feint.

The next second, her lips were close to the exoskeleton mask covering Peter's face.

Then their lips touched lightly.

"I believe in this saying: Cats never suffer any loss, they always steal something."

As it spoke, the black cat stretched its body like a nimble cat, flipped over and jumped onto the window, smiled at Peter, and then jumped down.

Peter, who was "ambushed", was slightly stunned.

Then he subconsciously glanced at Gwen.

Gwen didn't expect Black Cat to do such a thing. She turned her eyes away in embarrassment.

strange!
Why do I feel like I've lost something?!
After Gwen took the antidote, she quickly regained her strength.

Worried about her father's condition, she rushed to the hospital with the antidote.

After everyone left, only Peter and Matt were left in the room.

Matt gasped for breath, leaning against the wall, staring at Peter.

"I don't know."

He asked Peter, "You and them are obviously not the same kind of people, why?"

Peter looked down at the other man, "What kind of person am I supposed to be?"

"We all understand what sin is, and we will not be bound by so-called rules."

Matt exhaled, his mouth filled with blood foam and it became increasingly difficult for him to speak.

"Although I can't see with my own eyes, I can feel the malicious and ill-intentioned things lingering in you. They say that I am a demon, but you are something scarier than a demon."

Peter frowned slightly when he heard the other party say this.

Although this guy is blind, he can see more than normal people sometimes.

"Cough cough."

Before he could finish his words, he started coughing again.

Peter stared at him for a moment, his tail extending from the same sting that had pierced Frank's throat last time.

The tail spike easily pierced through any existence and rushed in front of Matt's eyes with a "whoosh".

The tip of the tail spike was only a few centimeters away from his pupil.

Matt seemed to sense something as well, but he didn't blink.

The silent atmosphere lasted for more than ten seconds, and Peter slowly retracted his tail stinger.

For guys like this, being alive is sometimes more valuable than being dead.

"You work for the Kingpin?"

Matt exhaled, "If that's what you think, then the answer is yes."

"These ninjas are all from the Hand, right?"

Peter asked him again.

Without waiting for his answer, Peter walked over to the glass case in his office.

With broken glass under his feet, he took out a file from the overturned cabinet and flipped through the words on it.

"Since you have close ties with the Hand, tell me everything you know, especially about the 'Beast'."

Matt looked a little surprised when he heard Peter mention the "beast".

"You know all this?"

He didn't expect that the guy in front of him, who made him feel extremely dangerous, actually knew about the "beast" of the Hand.

Putting the file on the cabinet, Peter asked him, "Why? You don't want to betray your master? I can end your life at any time, no matter where you hide. Compared with your own life, is loyalty more important?"

"No! You misunderstood. Actually, my loyalty is not always fixed. It's just..."

He said to Peter with difficulty breathing: "What you get from me will open a Pandora's box. It has nothing to do with good or bad, but it is destined to be a source."

(End of this chapter)