"What? You want to pay me to help you fight criminals?"
Peter drank his Karaku, staring at Hawking with a baffled expression.
He was just a Third Year of Senior High student about to graduate and go to college. He was often bullied by his classmates, and even now that he had abilities, he had never considered fighting criminals. That was what the police were supposed to do.
"Don't worry, you won't need to fight personally, and there won't be any danger.
You just need to spare a little time every night and use your abilities to help me find crimes that are happening, then tell me about them. I'll handle the rest.
I can pay you One Hundred US Dollars per hour!"
Hawking said in an enticing tone.
There was not much money in his pocket right now, but that was only for the moment. He would soon have a large amount of cash coming in.
Paying Little Spider a few hundred dollars a day was nothing.
"One hundred an hour!"
Peter Parker's expression immediately changed.
One hundred an hour meant three hundred for three hours at night, nine thousand a month, and over a hundred thousand a year.
Before Uncle Ben had been fired, he only earned thirty or forty thousand a year. To Peter, that was truly irresistible.
With that money, Uncle Ben would not have to struggle to find another job. His college tuition would be covered, and he could buy some decent clothes instead of being unable to hold his head up whenever he was in front of the goddess Mary Jane.
"I-I'll think about it."
But when he thought of Uncle Ben and Aunt May, who would definitely never agree to let him do such dangerous work at night, he hesitated again.
He had