Bruce removed the hand covering the back of his hand and found a tiny wound between his middle and ring fingers.
Had he been bitten by a spider?
Bruce sighed. The climate on the East Coast, where he had lived before, was not particularly suitable for such little bugs, and he had never been bitten by one. The West Coast was warmer and wetter, and the dark, damp warehouse environment was exactly what some spiders liked. It was not strange for there to be spiders.
Bruce was not exactly exceptionally learned, but he had basic common sense. After biting someone, the amount of venom injected by the vast majority of venomous spiders was not enough to be fatal.
Most people killed by venomous spiders died from anaphylactic shock or infection. Within seconds of being bitten, symptoms such as a rapid heartbeat, elevated blood pressure, sweating, and stiff limbs would appear, requiring the appropriate antivenom serum.
The spider Bruce had just seen was probably only a little over one centimeter long, nowhere near the four- to five-centimeter size of certain highly venomous spiders. It would not have had much venom, the bite was not deep, and he did not feel any severe pain.
For the sake of his own life, he should have called an ambulance immediately. But after waiting in place for over thirty seconds and finding no abnormal reaction whatsoever, Bruce decided to take a gamble.
The main issue was that he was at someone else's mercy. He had come to investigate the warehouse himself, which had led to this accident. Put nicely, he had been bitten by a spider in an accident. Put bluntly, wasn't he asking for it?
Bruce was not sure the Osborn Group would not hold him accountable. Since he was not poisoned, it was