Spider-Man appeared.
He did not bring much pressure, but he did make the robbers tense for a moment.
The one holding the knife glanced at him, then looked at Tony, as if hesitating over whether to continue. It was obvious that Spider-Man did not yet have much deterrent power.
Maybe it was because he had not debuted long ago.
"Buddy!"
Spider-Man, dressed in a red-and-blue skintight suit, pointed at the knife in his hand. "You don't look very practiced with that thing. I suggest you put it down before you cut yourself."
His tone carried an easy, teasing note.
The three of them did not answer, but they did not keep moving forward either. They exchanged glances, and in the end, without saying a word, turned and quickly walked toward the street corner.
"Those three guys are going to the harshest prison there is, on my dime." Tony did not stop them. He simply used his phone to notify his connections in the police department. Then he stood in front of the iron gate, watched the three of them disappear around the corner, and turned to the person in the red-and-blue suit.
"Spider-Man?"
Because he had always been paying attention to all kinds of superhumans, Tony naturally knew about this fledgling hero. He knew every hero in New York and even the surrounding areas.
"That's right, that's me." The other party straightened up, his voice carrying an unconcealable joy. "You're Tony Stark? The Tony Stark?"
Tony did not deny it. He simply adjusted his stance.
"You really are here. I was just passing by this street at first, and I saw a few people surrounding a luxury car, so I took another look. Then I thought, a car this expensive parked in a place like this didn't seem right, so