"Come on."
Ye Li patted the back seat of the bike, "I'll take you home."
"Okay." Cindy didn't refuse, gracefully hopping onto Venica's back seat.
Her smooth and stylish movements quickly attracted the attention of pedestrians.
The pairing of a handsome man and beautiful woman, along with the cool appearance of Venica, extended their gazes even further—
"Is that Cindy—Silk?!"
After carefully observing her, someone soon recognized Cindy.
This passerby excitedly ran up to the motorcycle, straightening his T-shirt, "Hello! I'm a big fan! I really like you! Could you sign here, please?"
"...Uh... friendly reminder..."
"763," Ye Li pointed at this seemingly fake fan's T-shirt, "Your shirt has Ghost-Spider printed on it, not Silk..."
"Hey, I obviously know that. You motorcycle taxi guy," the passerby rolled his eyes, "Can't I be a fan of two heroines at the same time?"
Ye Li: "Are you an international student?"
Passerby: "Uh... yeah... why?"
"There's no motorcycle taxi here."
"..."
The passerby suspiciously asked, "Then you are..."
"Wow! It's Silk!"
At this moment, even more people started to crowd over.
"Can we take a picture?"
"Huh? Who's that guy..."
Compared to Ghost-Spider, Silk rarely performed heroic deeds.
Cindy wasn't particularly interested.
She had only helped Gwen a few times, essentially holding a superhero title at the club.
But... people are visual creatures—
Cindy's appearance was still quite popular overseas, and her ethnicity matched certain political correctness in America.
Unexpectedly, her fame was considerable.
Wuen~!
To prevent rumors the next day that Silk was involved in a scandal with the vice-president, Ye Li twisted the throttle and drove off quickly—
Wu——!
"Hey!!"
The fan shouted, pulling at his shirt, "My autograph! My autograph!"
Venica avoided the crowd and rode along a small road.
Cindy quietly rested her fair chin on Ye Li's shoulder without speaking.
Yet Ye Li felt her body slightly trembling against him...
He knew Cindy wasn't trembling out of fear, but rather suppressing the impulsive feeling brought by her spider-sense.
Ye Li released the left handlebar and gently placed his hand on her slender leg, comforting her, "Cindy... you don't need to suppress yourself like this... I can stay at your place tonight..."
"No..."
Cindy tightened her slender legs, unable to control herself due to this sudden stimulation, her voice trembling, "I won't be as casual as Felicia..."
Her cultural background made her much more reserved than Gwen and others who were thoroughly Western.
If it weren't for her spider-sense, the relationship between Cindy and Ye Li likely wouldn't have developed this quickly...
Compared to Gwen and the others, she was already the slowest...
"Alright, then. Sleep well tonight."
Ye Li didn't provoke her further, withdrawing his hand.
After all, playing cards in the club lounge had helped him relieve plenty of excess energy.
"Li, something's happening ahead."
Cindy tapped his shoulder and pointed forward, "It's a thug."
"I see him."
At the far end of the alley.
A muscular man with short brown hair was pinning a young girl against a corner, rummaging through her wallet.
His dark green and pale-green striped shirt paired with brown leather pants looked very familiar to Ye Li.
The system quickly provided Ye Li the answer—
[Detected Gwen Stacy's destined enemy: Sandman, William Baker.]
"Li, get closer,"
Cindy was already wrapping spider-silk around her fingers, preparing to intervene.
Ye Li pressed down her hand, "Let me handle this."
[Kill-stealing—I'm a professional.]
He twisted the throttle to its limit—
Vroom!
Venica suddenly accelerated, tires spinning into black blurs, leaving behind a trail of smoke.
Bang!
Using the momentum of the high speed, Venica drove directly onto the alley wall, tracing an arc, rapidly approaching Sandman.
At a ninety-degree angle to the ground.
Cindy clung tightly to Ye Li; her exceptional sense of balance allowed her to feel completely at ease even in this position.
William Baker was happily counting money when a roaring engine noise filled his ears, and a shadow suddenly loomed over him.
'Street racers?'
With this thought in mind, William Baker turned his head.
As a street thug, he was quite familiar with the reckless idiots who enjoyed motorcycle racing.
But after seeing Venica bearing down on him like a collapsing mountain, he was stunned—whose subordinate was this?
Who drives a motorcycle flying like this? Where's your decency?!
'Let me see Sandman's abilities.'
Ye Li didn't expect Venica's collision to injure Sandman since the guy could turn into sand, similar to Electro's powers.
The next moment.
Bang!!—!
Sandman flew out like a broken sack, tumbling several times on the ground, seemingly breaking all his ribs, perhaps even piercing internal organs...
"..."
Ye Li: ??
[What happened to your sand form?]