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The subway sped forward, winds howling through the carriage. At the rear, a group of gangsters, decked out in heavy metal accessories and strange costumes, pole danced on the railings, their raucous laughter filling the air.

Despite the chaos, Gwen had fallen asleep on Lucas Mason's shoulder. Her furrowed brows hinted at some inner turmoil, even in her sleep.

Lucas enjoyed her closeness, the scent of her hair, but the crude comments from the gangsters about Gwen's figure—and their offensive remarks about his skin—began to grate on him. Gently, he laid her head against the seat and stood up, a smile masking his frustration.

"Hey man, is that your girlfriend?" a metal-chain-wearing thug smirked. "How much for two hours?"

Without a word, Lucas kicked him into the armrest, his body folding unnaturally. One by one, the other gangsters were incapacitated by swift, precise blows. Only a trembling pink-haired woman remained.

"I don't hit women unless I'm in a bad mood," Lucas said, pinching her nose slightly. "You stink. Can you move to the next car?"

Terrified, the woman nodded, but as she fled, she tripped and fell, leaving a footprint on her backside.

"Forgot to mention, I'm in a really bad mood right now," Lucas muttered to himself. "You talked the most, and now you're flying the highest."

He wiped his shoe on the floor, venting his irritation and collecting 'villain points.'

Turning back, he found Gwen awake, quietly watching him. He shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Sorry for the disturbance," he said as he sat down. "Was I too violent?"

"I thought you'd claim they fell by accident," Gwen said with a smirk. "But I hope you won't kick me in the future—I don't want to fly either."

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"Of course not! We're gentlemen in this country, especially to beautiful girls," Lucas replied, holding her gaze for a moment before she glanced away.

"I get that they provoked you... but violence usually makes things worse, not better."

"No, Gwen, sometimes violence is the best solution. If things get worse, it just means you need more of it."

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Lucas walked through the school halls, students parting instinctively to let him pass. He reached his locker just as Peter Parker skated in, his head wrapped in bandages, looking a little worse for wear.

"Parker?" a teacher called. "Still want your skateboard?"

"I guess so..." Peter mumbled, lifting it reluctantly.

"Then wheels up, okay?"

"Okay!" Peter awkwardly raised the skateboard. "Is this good, sir?"

"Perfect! Don't let it touch the ground."

Once the teacher disappeared into the classroom, Peter quickly resumed skating.

"Hey, Mr. Mason?" Peter greeted Lucas cautiously as he grabbed his books from the neighboring locker.

Lucas nodded, feeling in good spirits. Over the past few nights, he had been marking New York with his devil symbol, earning villain points and upgrading his Rabbit Charm to Lv7. The alias "Devil" now inspired fear not only among villains but also frustration among superheroes and the police.

"Hey, I'm Peter Parker," Peter said, extending his hand. "You saved me the other day, and I wanted to say thanks."

Lucas ignored the handshake. "Don't thank me—I wasn't helping you. I was just bored. Next time, maybe you won't be so lucky."

Peter laughed nervously. "Did you use 'Kung Fu'? I love Bruce Lee! Can you teach me? I heard you're accepting disciples..."

Lucas smirked. "You think you have talent? I was just thinking about tossing your head in the trash..."

Suddenly, Lucas's attention was drawn to a news report playing nearby.

"A new street hero has emerged in New York, known as Spider-Woman. She wears black and white tights with blue ballet shoes, fighting criminals and protecting women on their way home at night."

Peter rambled on, but Lucas focused on the screen, showing Spider-Woman swinging through skyscrapers, police cars chasing behind.

The report then shifted to an interview with Police Chief George Stacy.

"She may help citizens, but she operates outside the law," George stated. "She's caused over a million dollars in damage and seriously interferes with police work. We promise to bring her to justice."

Lucas laughed, thanking the girl holding the iPad.

He already knew Spider-Woman was Gwen Stacy, who had adapted quickly to her new powers. The thought of George Stacy trying to hunt down his own daughter amused Lucas greatly. Would he uphold justice, or protect Gwen? The possibilities intrigued him.

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