Chapter 1137

Peter Parker said in a sullen, low voice: "On what grounds? Why can you sell my photos, but I can't? I'm the one who's Spider-Man!"

"On what grounds? On the grounds that I know you're Spider-Man. Is that reason enough?" Su Quan hummed.

"Enough..." Peter Parker said, hanging his head in dejection.

His identity was his Achilles' heel.

If people found out that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, those criminals he had struck down, those who harbored ill intentions toward him, might all take revenge on him, or even on the family and friends around him.

This was something he absolutely would not allow to happen!

But... watching the easiest and most suitable way for him to make money slip away just like that, Peter Parker was very unwilling to let it go.

He was truly poor!

"If—and I mean if—I cooperate with you for photos, can you give me a cut of the money you make? Like half? Uh, a third? A fifth? If that doesn't work, a tenth is fine too."

Peter Parker looked at Su Quan with burning eyes, his little expression being nothing short of humble!

"What if I don't agree?"

"Uh, if you don't agree, then I'll ask again tomorrow?" Peter Parker said tentatively.

"..."