Uncle Martin?!
Seeing the familiar face beneath the mask, Peter Parker felt waves crashing through his heart. He had never imagined that the philanthropist who was usually so gentle with others was secretly a ruthless gang leader.
No! That wasn't right! Something was clearly wrong with Uncle Martin's current state.
Peter Parker was no fool. He quickly noticed the difference between Mr. Negative and Martin Lee, but no matter what unspeakable difficulties Martin Lee might have had, he had to subdue Mr. Negative first.
I have to pull Uncle Martin back onto the right path!
With his resolve renewed, Spider-Man lunged forward again and threw a punch at Mr. Negative.
Mr. Negative was weaker and slower than Spider-Man, but his fighting skills were far superior, so the two were evenly matched for a time.
As they remained locked in combat, Peter Parker's Spider-Sense suddenly screamed at him to dodge. Without thinking, Peter immediately stopped his attack, leaned backward, and bent into a bridge.
A brown blur then whistled over Peter Parker's head and smashed viciously into the nearby wall.
Peter Parker looked closely. The brown mass that had fallen into the corner appeared to be a deflated football.
This scene... seemed a little familiar...
Peter Parker muttered to himself before turning toward the direction the football had come from.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Spider-Man's back.
Standing before him was Peter Parker's greatest nemesis in this life—"Clever Hands Doctor" Kraft Lee!
No! I'm not Peter Parker right now! I'm Spider-Man! Why should I be afraid of that brat?!
Only after instinctively touching his cheek and feeling his mask did Peter Parker come back to his senses. He kept psyching himself up.
"Martin, I never knew you had African ancestry..."
After throwing the football, Kraft ignored Peter Parker, who was busy giving