Penguin had mixed feelings after gaining Spider-Man's approval.
Penguin's eyes flickered. He turned and walked toward the dilapidated house behind him. "Come in."
Peter could clearly sense the change in his attitude. The wariness and vigilance from before had suddenly eased, and he had no idea why.
But he had no way to bombard Bruce on the other end of the earpiece with all his questions right now. Opportunities to earn the trust of people like this were rare, and the moment would vanish in an instant. He had to seize it. By the time Bruce answered his questions, Penguin might have already thrown him out.
But Peter had no experience with this sort of thing. He did not know how to behave next to move Penguin further. Even though Peter knew Penguin could never become a good person and had not come prepared to persuade him to turn over a new leaf, earning his trust would not be easy.
Just as Peter was anxiously at a loss, he suddenly remembered that he still had another trump card. The great Black Sun would surely be able to help him.
Peter sighed. The moment he focused, gray mist spread out, and he once again stood before that enormous black sun.
Peter did not know how to pray, so he could only state his confusion as concisely as possible and emphasize it.
"Actually, I don't know what kind of person he is, so I don't know how to get along with him. I also don't know what he's thinking right now, so I don't know what to say next. Do you have any advice?"
Peter received Penguin's life story. He read through it carefully, then scratched his head in confusion.
He could see some problems in Penguin's upbringing, but those problems were