Healing Peter and Sharing Information

Meanwhile, as Tanner stood in his dark lair, gazing at the shattered glass window and reveling in fantasies of victory and dreams of returning to the family in glory.

Our Spider-Man, Peter Parker, was facing a problem more urgent and hair-raising than dealing with a mysterious attacker—how to get home safely without Aunt May discovering the three fresh claw marks on his back.

The rain had stopped. He hid behind a cold ventilation duct on the rooftop of some building, enduring the burning pain in his back as he carefully turned his head to inspect the injury.

The tears in his suit were shocking. Though the bleeding had temporarily stopped, the wounds were definitely not shallow.

His healing ability was indeed stronger than an ordinary person's, but it was nowhere near instant regeneration. Wounds like these would need at least most of a day to close and scab over, and it would probably take a day or two for them to leave no trace at all.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." Peter's mouth felt bitter. "If I go back like this and Aunt May finds out..."

Uncle Ben knew the truth, and he could handle it better. If he saw Peter return injured, at most he would be heartbroken and demand answers. But Aunt May was completely different.

Peter could already picture Aunt May seeing the wounds on her beloved Peter: terrified beyond measure, eyes red, face pale, looking ready to faint at any moment.

An ambulance would definitely need to be called then, but it absolutely would not be taking Peter Parker away. It would be taking Aunt May away after she fainted from shock!

He absolutely could not take that risk!

The first person he thought of was the best possible person to ask for help—Lin Hai.