Blacklisted

Daisy dared to pet the cat because she was strong, and because she had raised it since it was little.

No matter how cowardly Tangbao was, it was still a lion. It looked rather mild-tempered, but it was not a cat after all. Baldy would never dare go up and pet it.

Not daring to sleep on the large bed Little Lion had placed in the middle of the room, he curled up on the sofa in the corner, intending to get some rest.

The attack he had imagined did not come knocking right away. After leaving the police station in the morning, going to the care center, and putting together a full set of equipment, it was already noon by the time he reached Daisy's villa.

Baldy was exhausted in both body and mind. Not long after Daisy left, he lay down on the sofa and slowly drifted off.

Eddie Brock stubbornly wandered around New York for an entire day, drawing mocking looks from countless colleagues.

Every media outlet in New York told him "no." No one would hire him, not even if he was willing to start from scratch.

"Eddie, leave New York. They haven't completely blacklisted you. As long as you leave New York, you can still be a reporter." The owner of a small tabloid who sympathized with him had spent the afternoon cursing capitalists alongside him, but he still did not dare hire him. Cursing capitalists was one thing; standing up to them face-to-face took real courage.

The small-time boss got along well with Eddie and quietly gave him a bit of information.

It was not exactly an industry-wide blacklist. They simply wanted to drive him out of New York.

If they tell me to leave, I leave? No way! Eddie accepted a business