The fact that he had seven thousand was all thanks to his diligent work these past few days.
Luo Di turned off the desk lamp. His family usually didn't enter his room, but he still locked the door.
Standing outside the window, Luo Di, dressed as Venom Spider-Man, was perfectly hidden in the darkness.
The dim streetlights couldn't illuminate Luo Di's figure at all.
Looking at the brightly lit Manhattan in the distance, Luo Di took a deep breath of the cool night air and leaped from the sixth-floor window of the apartment building below!
"Good evening, New York!"
Under the bright moonlight.
Between the high-rise buildings in Queens, a black Shadow would flash by from time to time.
Police sirens occasionally sounded nearby, then gradually faded away.
The streets were empty; the business of those bars and dance halls was far worse than before the war.
The existence of aliens was revealed, causing widespread panic.
There was no time for lingering fear.
Late at night, especially during such an unstable period, few decent people stayed outside.
Most of those wandering out were small-time thugs, wearing hoodies, with bulging pockets, and looking shifty.
Manhattan Hell's Kitchen, a place many people reviled.
It was known as one of the three major crime cities, alongside DC's Gotham and Beika Town.
There were over a thousand gangs operating there, scattered and virtually controlling everything.
However, in Hell's Kitchen, there were also rules.
Even though many gang members viewed this place as a paradise, a sacred place for further study, they still had to bow down to a certain underworld emperor of New York.
People only knew this underworld emperor by the name of Kingpin!
No one even dared to speak Kingpin's real name, Wilson Fisk.
It was as if it were some unspeakable taboo!
So, in that sense, Kingpin was a figure who controlled the entire situation in Hell's Kitchen.
He had connections in both the underworld and the legitimate World, was the major villain Night Daredevil was entangled with for three seasons, tormenting Night Daredevil to death and back, though Night Daredevil wasn't considered a powerful Super Hero.
He was one of New York's wealthiest businessmen, though not as rich as Tony Stark, he could still be described as incredibly wealthy.
He was Spider-Man's opponent and BOSS for a period, even managing to escape unscathed, and later fought Night Daredevil, Punisher, Hawkeye, and others alone without falling behind.
His subordinate, Bullseye, was even more ruthless, paving the way for the 'underworld emperor's' formidable reputation with iron and blood.
At this moment, this underworld emperor stood in his top-floor office in the tallest building in Hell's Kitchen.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he observed the night view of Hell's Kitchen with his hands behind his back and an expressionless face, admiring his vast empire.
His thick, stout hands were adorned with expensive gem rings, and he held a short, thick cane, the handle of which was inlaid with a natural diamond weighing over three hundred carats, which also served as a multi-functional combat tool!
Inside the room, the oppressive atmosphere could drive an ordinary person with weak psychological endurance insane.
Kingpin appeared to be enjoying the night view.
But from his narrowed eyes and the formidable aura emanating from him, it was clear that he was not in a good mood.
At this moment, his massive, mountain-like body completely blocked the moonlight, plunging the office into darkness.
His entire body seemed to be made of fat, like a sumo wrestler from a neon sign, but in reality, it was almost entirely muscle!
It accounted for over ninety percent of his body!
Kingpin was also the strongest villain among ordinary humans; smashing a bull with one punch was as easy as snapping his fingers, and breaking through a wall was as effortless as tearing a piece of paper.
After an unknown amount of time.
A black Shadow pushed open the door, looked at Kingpin, who was in the center of the office's reception area, and then bowed respectfully.
"BOSS, the ambush team has been arranged. We just need to wait for that arrogant guy to appear, and we will surely chop off his head and present it to you!"
"Hmm..."
Kingpin's voice was like a muffled thunder, and he didn't turn around, still gazing out the window.
The 'Night Ghost,' who had recently gained a notorious reputation in Hell's Kitchen, had actually sent him a letter.
It stated that if he wanted to ensure the safety of his son, Richard, he should meet him on the rooftop of his company tonight at midnight.
Kingpin hadn't felt threatened in years; usually, he was the one threatening others and taking their lives.
And his son, Richard, was undoubtedly his deepest secret and the most precious gift bestowed upon him by Heaven.
Regarding Richard, even some of his trusted subordinates were unaware, which was what startled Kingpin.
His deepest hidden secret was actually known by someone; if it wasn't a traitor among his inner circle, then he was being constantly monitored.
No matter which it was...
Kingpin could not allow it. Killing intent permeated his body. After he dealt with this presumptuous fellow, many others would have to be buried with him.
"Have those protecting Richard been dealt with?"
Thinking of this, Kingpin softly asked, glancing at his watch.
[11:49]
There were still ten minutes until midnight; he would personally crush the head of that scoundrel who dared to threaten him with his son!
Chapter 36: Underworld Emperor
As Kingpin slightly turned his head to inquire.
At the doorway, the Shadow's attitude became even more respectful: "One hundred twenty-seven people, including bodyguards, chefs, nannies, drivers, etc., all killed, no survivors."
Hearing this, the killing intent in Kingpin's eyes lessened slightly, and he rubbed his fat, bald head, which resembled a temple Buddha's head.
He turned around!
The pressure brought by his massive two-meter-plus body was self-evident; his Shadow was stretched long by the moonlight, reflecting on the floor, truly resembling a gluttonous demon.
Kingpin straightened his custom-made suit, picked up his cane, and walked towards the door.
As he passed the Shadow, he paused: "Bullseye, I can forgive your oversight this time, but there won't be a next time, understand?"
As the Shadow slowly looked up, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and there was a target shape in the center of his brow.
A hint of unwillingness flashed in his downcast eyes, but his voice remained respectful: "Yes... Boss!"
Rooftop
A gentle breeze blew.
Kingpin stepped out onto the rooftop door precisely on time.
He looked around but found nothing unusual.
The entire building had been sealed off. On the slightly shorter building opposite, many of Kingpin's subordinates were holding sniper rifles, ready to shoot the head off the guy who dared to challenge the underworld emperor.
The surroundings were equipped with comprehensive miniature cameras.
There were also drones in the sky constantly monitoring the rooftop situation. These drones were specially modified, carrying two miniature submachine guns below, capable of aiming and firing at any time.
It could be said that the area was now completely surrounded, so tightly that not even a fly... well, not even a sparrow could fly out.
But when Kingpin looked around, furrowing his thick brows and wondering if that damned 'Night Ghost' wasn't coming after all.
"Hello there, esteemed spice merchant?"
A lazy voice came from above Kingpin's head!
"Who!"
The next second!
Kingpin suddenly displayed a flexibility that belied his size.
He spun around abruptly, his cane subtly blocking in front of him.
When Kingpin looked up.
On the rooftop of the stairwell, a figure in gray and black gradually appeared under the moonlight!
He wore a strange, tight-fitting suit, a mask like a spider web on his face, and black patterns all over his body, looking full of Evil spirit .
He was leaning against the rooftop at an angle, with his legs crossed, waving at him.
Kingpin's face darkened. He hadn't detected any movement, nor had his earpiece reported any enemy activity.
This meant that this guy was indeed a true ghost... a troublesome character!
Now, it seemed he had mastered some kind of invisibility technique?
Regardless of what he thought internally, Kingpin outwardly displayed his domineering side as the underworld emperor.
He squinted at the guy sitting on the rooftop, then slammed his cane heavily onto the concrete, sending up some debris and leaving a small pit.
"A cowardly hidden fellow!"
"Daring to come to my territory, your courage is commendable, but only your courage is worth praising."
As he spoke, Kingpin subtly squeezed his cane.
"Heh~ You're quite stupid too, daring to come to my building alone!"
"It's time to say your last words, kid. Think carefully, this might be the last thing you say in this World."
Kingpin's voice wasn't loud, but it was very deep, making Luo Di's ears buzz.
Luo Di couldn't help but click his tongue, looking at the big guy below who could rival Hulk.
No wonder Kingpin could become the strongest villain among ordinary humans.
With that physique, Luo Di would believe it if someone said he was possessed by Abomination!
At this moment, hearing Kingpin's cold remarks, Luo Di found it amusing and at the same time, seriously shook his finger.
"No, no, no... Mr. Fisk, I think you've got something wrong."
"I don't intend to take anything from you, and I'm not interested in your precious son..."
"Hmph..."
Kingpin wasn't surprised that the other party dared to speak his name. He snorted coldly and stepped back slightly, giving the snipers a clear view.
A few seconds later...
Why wasn't there a gunshot yet?
Kingpin didn't hear the expected gunshot, nor did he see the scene of the ghost in front of him being shot in the head, with brains splattering.
This meant...
His signal was blocked?
Or... the men Bullseye had arranged were all dealt with by the person in front of him...
Kingpin saw that Luo Di still looked confident and immediately understood.