"Prominent entrepreneur Norman Osborn recently announced his candidacy for this year's federal election... Now let's connect live with Mr. Osborn for an interview."

"Mr. Osborn, it's said that you plan to enter politics. What's your view on the Afghanistan War? We know that Oscorp has sold many groundbreaking equipment to the military. Does this mean you support the war?"

In the footage, Norman Osborn pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Oscorp is just a corporation; we don't judge wars. As for the high-tech equipment you mentioned, our intention is to protect the soldiers on the front lines, to help the children of parents and the parents of children, our brave soldiers, to return to their hometowns. That's all we think, and that's why we developed this equipment."

"Regarding the news of my entering politics, it's true. Let me tell you something practical: Oscorp has just signed a contract with the New York City government for the renovation of shantytowns."

"In the future, we will build elementary and middle schools in major slum areas of New York, especially the notorious 'Hell's Kitchen,' and address their employment issues to improve the lives of the locals..."

On television, Norman Osborn was outlining his grand blueprint. In his vision, these slums would shed their current conditions and no longer be the dumping ground of New York City.

"See? I told you, Oscorp is not the kind of company you think."

Harry, with his legs crossed, said to Matt Murdock.

"But... what does this have to do with me?" The current Daredevil was still a bit green; Harry had checked, Matt hadn't passed the bar exam yet.

Considering he was already operating as Daredevil, Matt should have just started to accept the fact that "the law may not be able to punish criminals."

"Of course, it does. This is my bargaining chip with the mysterious man in black. Of course, whether he wants to cooperate with me or not, these plans won't just be empty talk."

Matt was silent for a while; Harry knew he was assessing whether he was lying.

"...The man in black, do you know who he is?"

Harry smiled, "I know, he's your friend, and he's also my friend, after all, he was the only one who came to help me that night, wasn't he?"

Matt frowned; Harry was lying.

"You know who he is."

"Yes, I do. So, what does he say? I think it's basically a win-win situation. I'll act from the surface, and he'll act from the shadows."

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"...He agreed." Matt sighed, knowing he had been exposed.

"Great!" Then Harry took out a stack of contracts from his bag. "Now let's talk about our cooperation, Attorney Matt Murdock."

"Me?" Matt was surprised, "Why me? Oscorp has many famous lawyers to choose from, and besides, I haven't passed the bar exam yet..."

Harry waved his hand and put the contract in front of Matt—regardless of whether he was blind or not.

"Come on, Mr. Murdock, we all know it's crucial to have a trustworthy lawyer. I don't want my lawyer to be quietly bribed or coerced and then leave me with a mess." Harry uncrossed his legs and leaned forward slightly. "I'll be straight with you, I trust only you, and you can trust me as well, after all, I don't have a bunch of criminal records waiting for others to investigate."

He wasn't lying; Matt's eyebrows were twisted like a pretzel.

But why?

Although he couldn't figure it out, in the end, they reached an agreement. However, before Matt passed the bar exam, Oscorp would only pay him half the salary—used to sponsor him to establish a legitimate law firm.

"Mr. Osborn, it's getting late, let me take you back."

Harry looked outside; it was indeed getting late. Considering that Kingpin was still watching him, he gladly accepted Matt's proposal.

Sitting in the car, the atmosphere was heavy, making the secretary, Heli, feel at a loss for a while, and Harry felt a bit uncomfortable too—usually, he would relax once back in the car.

Bang!

A gunshot broke the mood, and the driver almost hit the panicking crowd.

"Damn it..."

"It's not for us, you have to get used to it; in Hell's Kitchen, this happens every day," Matt said indifferently.

"I know, I know! But can you not speak to me in that tone? It's not my fault that Hell's Kitchen is like this!" Harry was a bit speechless; did he also need to be lectured on this?

"...The person who was shot seems to be alive... Stop the car!"

The driver looked at Harry helplessly, and he could only reluctantly signal to stop the car and then call the police.

The crowd quickly gathered, and while Matt was chasing the criminal, Harry also took a closer look. It was fine not to look, but one look was shocking; the person in the center of the crowd seemed somewhat familiar...

"Damn, isn't that Uncle Ben?" Harry signaled the driver to get closer, and the crowd slowly parted.

Looking at the dying Uncle Ben, Harry rarely hesitated.

A large part of the reason Harry got close to Peter was because he was Spider-Man, and as everyone knows, Uncle Ben's death largely created Spider-Man. If he saves Ben Parker here, will there still be a civilian hero called Spider-Man?

"...Help me call the biotech company and have them prepare an ambulance to come here to save someone."

In the end, Harry decided to save Ben Parker.

Because he suddenly realized: to let a superhero be born, to have more superhero relationships in the future, and to let an innocent old man die here just to cater to the plot, made him feel very incompetent—did he have to wait for superheroes to grow up and then go to them when they are strong enough? This made him very unhappy.

To make decisions to cater to the plot, then his role as a time traveler would be wasted, right?

"Saving a person... for Oscorp is just a small effort, and more things will become easier in the future; I don't need to cater to the plot development at all." Harry thought.

Whether it's tragedy or comedy should be decided by him.

"Mr. Osborn!... Uncle Ben!"

Just as Harry had Heli make the call, Peter also squeezed in, seeing Ben lying on the ground, he was at a loss, and could only hold Uncle Ben's hand.

Ben Parker said that "with great power comes great responsibility" to Peter on his deathbed, and then was taken away on an Oscorp ambulance.

Peter angrily asked the people around who had injured Uncle Ben, but after hearing the criminal's characteristics, he was stunned, then ran into the night.

And Harry escorted Uncle Ben to an Oscorp hospital.

"Harry, this man has lost too much blood, but we don't have the right blood type."

Outside the intensive care unit, Dr. Connors reported Ben's condition.

Bang!

Just as Harry was about to speak, Peter appeared at the door, panting, looking a bit embarrassed, covered in dust all over.

"Uncle Ben... How is Uncle Ben doing!"

Harry had always wanted to get Peter's blood, and he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly. Without hesitation, Harry immediately said to Peter:

"Peter, you're just in time. Uncle Ben needs a blood transfusion, and we don't have the right blood type. Can you go and do a blood type match with Dr. Connors?"

"My blood? But... Okay, I understand. Dr. Connors, Mr. Osborn, please, you have to save Uncle Ben!"

"Don't worry, Peter." Harry patted Peter on the shoulder.

Having obtained Peter's blood, Harry didn't slack off. He participated in the entire rescue of Uncle Ben and conveniently solved some minor problems on Uncle Ben.

Now, Harry finally got what he had always wanted—Spider-Man's blood.