Chen Mo headed back to the old neighborhood first.
To narrow that down and be more precise, back to the old attic first.
After all, he had no ID, no cash, and even his legal existence seemed to have been casually dragged onto Gotham City's list of waste-sorting failures.
It felt like being back when he had first arrived in Gotham almost a year ago. The good news was that even if someone had taken over the attic and looted all his old savings, the Chen Mo of today was no longer the Chen Mo of back then!
He had Venom!
Chen Mo flowed smoothly through a sequence of wall-crawling, rooftop-leaping, and web-swinging.
"New York really is the perfect city for Spider-Man. Even Gotham's wall plaster isn't as compatible with my webs as New York's."
He had barely swung past the second street when a scream came from outside a convenience store below.
"Don't move!"
A thug with a knife had cornered some poor guy who had just left the convenience store against a wall.
The poor guy held a paper bag against his chest, half a sandwich sticking out of the top along with a rolled-up newspaper.
"Oh, Gotham. Oh, that familiar crime rate."
Chen Mo was still in midair, but his hand had already moved.
A web shot out.
Splat.
The thug was plastered against the wall.
His knife fell into a puddle with a clang.
The thug blinked.
"How'd I get on the wall?"
Chen Mo landed on a lamppost and crouched down to look at him.
The thug hesitantly looked up.
"I didn't hear a cape today..."
The next second, his eyes lit up.
"Whoa! Spider-Man? You're back?!"
Chen Mo said, "In those three-tenths of a second you spent getting excited, were you genuinely happy and