"Doctor Yang, shouldn't we have a Plan A?"
Peter Parker paced in front of the clinic's bar like a frantic fly, aimlessly circling. He had already pulled his costume's mask down, leaving only his bloodshot eyes exposed.
"What if there's heavy firepower in the underground garage? If they've modified Stark Industries' infrared sensors, my webs might trigger the alarm. And Felicia's parents are ordinary people. Stray bullets could kill them in a firefight. We need to cut the power first, or I could sneak in through the ventilation ducts while you draw their fire at the front entrance..."
Yang Ming ignored him.
He leisurely drew a black tactical trench coat from his Storage Ring and put it on. Next came two specially made Asgardian steel scalpels, which fluttered between his fingers like butterflies before slipping neatly into the hidden pockets in his sleeves.
"And Kingpin!" Peter spoke faster and faster, his breathing quickening. "Matt said that fat guy isn't remotely normal! His muscles are dense enough to stop bullets! Shouldn't we bring more equipment? Stun grenades? Tear gas?"
Whoosh!
A cold silver flash sliced through the air without warning.
Peter's babbling cut off abruptly.
The tip of a scalpel stopped less than half a centimeter from Peter's nose. His startled eyes reflected in its blade.
Yang Ming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his dark eyes icy behind the lenses.
"If you keep buzzing in my ear like a fly, I'll turn around and leave." Yang Ming's voice was quiet, but carried an unquestionable weight. "You can rescue your little sweetheart yourself."
Peter instantly shut up. His Adam's apple bobbed with a difficult swallow, and he clamped both hands over his mouth, nodding fiercely.
"Good." Yang Ming withdrew the scalpel. "Remember, once we're down there, use your eyes and hands, and keep