Chapter 91: Dr. Lizard Strikes Again!

"Is that Peter?"

"..."

During physics class.

Hawk glanced at the words on the small note pushed in front of him, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and looked toward Gwen, who was sitting next to him.

Gwen gestured with her eyes toward the small note in front of Hawk.

Hawk smiled and, noncommittally, returned the small note to Gwen.

He would not make any statement.

It was one thing for Gwen to guess it herself, but it was another thing entirely for him to nod.

It was the same old saying.

The Spider-Man had not betrayed him, so naturally, he would not betray Peter either.

Soon.

After class.

Gwen hugged her books and walked with Hawk toward the locker hallway, thinking about whether Spider-Man was Peter.

She felt it must be Peter, no doubt.

After all, Hawk's network of relationships was too simple, and when she recalled that Peter had previously been a vulnerable student at school, only to suddenly rise up out of nowhere.

Most students felt this might be because Peter had been practicing martial arts behind Hawk.

This was also the origin of the rumor that Peter might be Hawk's only friend.

Others might not be clear on it, but Gwen was.

But it was precisely because Gwen knew clearly that Peter hadn't become strong from practicing martial arts with Hawk that she hesitated to be certain.

Because it was all a bit too simple.

It was like a poor student and a top student doing a problem at the same time.

For the same problem, the poor student looks at it and thinks, "Holy crap, I know this, it's A," and fills in the answer without a second thought.

But the top student looks at this answer that is practically written on the surface and might fall into deep thought.

This problem... could there be some kind of trap?

Gwen was just like that.

She was highly confident that Spider-Man was undoubtedly Peter, but as for whether it was true, she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, so she dared not assert it.

After a while.

After Hawk opened his locker, he put his physics book inside and then took out his shoulder bag.

"I'm going to Mrs. Snow's office."

"Okay."

Gwen had also taken her backpack out of her locker and nodded: "Then I'll go to the library and wait for you."

Hawk gave a hum, shouldered his bag, and walked in the direction of counselor Mrs. Snow's office.

Tomorrow and the day after are the weekend.

But the 10th is a Monday; if he wants to ask for leave that day, he has to ask in advance today, otherwise, waiting until next Monday to ask for leave would be no different from acting first and reporting later.

Gwen, meanwhile, walked toward the library.

Tomorrow is the weekend, which is also the day of the 12th-grade opening dance; she needs to confirm all the details with the dance organizing committee before school ends today.

After all, she is the type who doesn't attend dances.

However, Gwen belongs to the type who doesn't participate because she thinks studying is more important than dances, but because she is a grade assistant, even if she doesn't participate, she is still responsible for dance matters.

But now that she is with Hawk, although it hasn't been said, if possible, she still wants to attend the graduation dance with Hawk.

It's just that she doesn't know if Hawk would agree.

Should, perhaps, he?

Gwen thought to herself, feeling a bit uncertain.

Just as Hawk and Gwen temporarily split up in the lounge hallway, one walking toward the office building and the other toward the library.

Beneath the ground.

In the filthy, foul-smelling, sewage-filled sewer pipes, accompanied by the sound of lizard-like tongue flicking that gradually became clearer from the distance, a massive lizard monster, like a swimming champion, rode the waves in the sewage pipes, and then, with a splash, burst out of the sewage and landed at a crossroads of the underground pipes.

"Midtown High!"

"Gwen Stacy."

"Capture her, to threaten Hawk!"

"Pshhh!"

At this moment, the Dr. Lizard, who seemed to have completely transformed into a lizard-man, rolled his compound eyes, flicked his scarlet tongue, and these few sentences, like a devil's whisper, were branded into his mind as if by a hot iron.

Soon.

Standing at the underground pipe crossroads, Dr. Lizard seemed to have smelled something.

The next second.

With a hiss, Dr. Lizard turned into a streak of light and instantly darted into another underground pipe, all four limbs on the ground, just like a real reptile, quickly rushing along the current sewer pipe toward Midtown High's... student restroom.

A ninth-grade student who had just enrolled this year was squatting on the toilet playing with his phone.

Suddenly.

Because he had entered puberty and had many spots on his face, the ninth-grade student felt something was wrong.

The ground seemed to be trembling.

And...

A nameless chill was currently whooshing up from below, slapping against his buttocks.

The ninth-grade student was a bit confused.

"What's going on?"

"An earthquake..."

"Boom!"

Just as the ninth-grade student was still wondering if an earthquake was coming, a powerful impact surged from below, catching him off guard and sending him and the toilet flying.

With a thud.

The student, who had been knocked out of the stall along with the toilet and had fallen to the ground, was dumbfounded.

Several other students who were also in the restroom were also stunned in place, watching the student who had been launched out of the stall like a cannonball.

But they reacted quickly.

Before their eyes.

Without the protection of the stall door, the ground was tearing apart, and then, a green claw gripped the floor tiles, spraying a spark.

The next second.

Hiss!

Dr. Lizard, who had crawled out from under the restroom floor, stood steady, spread his arms, and hissed, seemingly announcing his arrival.

"Sss!"

"Huh?"

Peter, who had just finished chemistry class and returned to the lounge hallway to retrieve his backpack, suddenly had his gaze fall on his arm, where the hairs were standing up one by one.

Before he could even react, several screams instantly shattered the original relaxed atmosphere of the lounge hallway.

"Ah!"

"God, a lizard-man!"

"Run!"

"Waaah, Mom, I don't want to go to school anymore!"

The restroom door was pushed open violently, and then, the few students who had just been in the restroom ran toward Peter's direction with terrified expressions, while roaring to warn other students.

Following behind them was a student who was so scared he was pulling up his pants.

He didn't seem to notice that his pants weren't pulled up properly.

Clearly.

He was terrified, and he probably wouldn't dare to go to the bathroom alone for a long time to come.

It was just as the other students' eyes fell on these few students running out of the restroom.

A loud boom.

The restroom wall shattered on impact.

Dr. Lizard's figure instantly appeared in the sight of the other students as well.

"Holy shit!"