A violent explosion of fire rang out. A black figure moved swiftly between the skyscrapers like a flowing shadow, finally landing steadily atop a high-rise with the help of a tentacle.
"Damn it, they actually dared!" Half of Little Harry's face emerged from the grotesque visage. Looking down from above at the vehicles burning like flames below, his exposed eye held a complicated mix of shock and ruthlessness.
Little Harry did not believe this had been an accidental attack. In his view, whether there was evidence or not, one had to consider the worst possibility. Big Harry had taught him that.
He could understand those people wanting to band together and drive him off the board of directors, keeping him away from Osborn's center of power. But after meeting resistance, they had chosen this method to force him out. That was something he absolutely could not accept.
If Big Harry had not prepared protective measures for him in advance, then even if he had survived this time by sheer luck, he would have been seriously injured. By the time he recovered, let alone take control of Osborn, everything would likely have already been settled.
A strange person cackling sinisterly flew nimbly between the high-rises like a bird. Under Little Harry's gaze, he gradually disappeared among the dense buildings.
He was the one who had suddenly launched the attack just now.
Little Harry knew who he was: a criminal expert who had recently risen to fame, codenamed Vulture.
"Why didn't you fight back?" Little Harry, whose body was controlled by the Symbiote, communicated with it. Yes, the Symbiote on his body had a will of its own, though that will was more like a preset program—rigid and unable to adapt.
When Little Harry first learned that it could communicate, he had