Chapter93

"Where's Zhao Qi?"
On the live stream from Ya's perspective, after her screams she'd started to run, hiding herself in a distant corner. Maybe her screaming had drawn Wang Bing's attention too.
Wang Bing had approached silently, pulled spider silk from his wrist, and bound Ya into place.
As Wang Bing watched the spider silk being drawn from his wrist, he felt a pang of heartbreak. He was already weak, and using his ability hurt him badly.
This was the power given to him by Spider-Man—the one who told him to help hunt for prey.
[Silk Extraction: Able to draw out one's own flesh and blood, transforming it into spider silk to restrain a target.]
Ya's live chat went wild. Everyone thought Wang Bing was dead.
The moment Zhao Qi betrayed him with that gunshot, his fate seemed sealed.
Both Ya and everyone in the chat immediately focused on Wang Bing's legs. Zhao Qi had shot twice, straight through the backs of his knees, his kneecaps shattered.
By rights, Wang Bing should never have been able to stand again.
But now, his knee joints were wrapped tightly in layer after layer of spider silk, forcibly binding and supporting the damaged joints.
"Surprised, aren't you? I can still stand. Where's Zhao Qi?" Ever since Spider-Man had let him go, besides the [Silk Extraction] skill, Wang Bing had gained another passive ability—he could faintly smell certain human scents, letting him track down his targets.
He took a deep sniff, the foul air piercing his nostrils.
But there was still no trace of Zhao Qi's scent.
He didn't believe Zhao Qi was really dead. A ruthless guy like Zhao Qi—so long as Ya survived, he wouldn't die.
Someone like that never hesitates to sell out others.
[Holy shit, Wang Bing isn't dead!]