He revealed a face that had been wanted by the entirety of Hell's Kitchen just yesterday.
"Deadpool!"
That name surfaced in everyone's minds.
The grimy thing placed before them was Kingpin's mangled body.
Luo Di didn't speak, merely tossing Kingpin's head onto the conference table.
The head rolled across the table, drawing everyone's gaze.
The dry, congealed black blood, coupled with Kingpin's wide-open, unseeing eyes, made many of the villains who saw it feel the urge to vomit.
On one hand, it was too terrifying; on the other, it was due to extreme fear.
They didn't know what had happened, but it was clear now: their boss, Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York, had died at the hands of his enemy.
The strong man, feared by all, was so casually insulted and ravaged.
It made one reflect on how lowly a person becomes after death.
No one spoke, only occasional dry retching. One corporate executive, unfamiliar with the underworld business, finally couldn't hold it in and vomited. But the next moment, his head was cut off by Bullseye, who had been watching the entire scene.
Blood splattered onto everyone, turning the usually grand conference room into a demonic lair.
"Cough, cough.."
Finally, Luo Di spoke, sweeping his gaze around, as if an actor possessed. He constantly recalled the Penguin from Gotham and the classic Joker's madness.
"Gentlemen, I apologize for calling you over in the middle of the night. Please allow me to express my deepest apologies, and for that unfortunate soul."
Everyone looked on with fearful eyes, mixed with other emotions that Luo Di saw clearly, causing him to sneer inwardly.
These guys were indeed not as incompetent as they appeared on the surface. If they returned alive today, they would probably plan to rise up and claim power tomorrow.
These internal thoughts merely flashed through Luo Di's mind in an instant.
His voice continued.
"As you can see... your boss, Kingpin! He's dead."
Even though they had seen it with their own eyes, hearing these words from Luo Di's mouth still left Kingpin's former subordinates with mixed feelings.
"...If any of you want to avenge your boss, your Master, now is the best opportunity. I can give you the right to a one-on-one duel!"
"The winner can replace Kingpin, become the emperor of the underworld, and the ruler of New York's underground World! Is there anyone who wants to try?"
Hearing Deadpool's confident tone, no one spoke. The choice was already clear; they were all involved in the underworld, and death was the most common thing.
Every day in the United States, gangs are destroyed, and new ones rise.
No one seeks revenge; it's more about survival of the fittest.
Luo Di waited a few seconds, and seeing no one speak, he nodded and smiled broadly.
"Very good, then it seems we have something to talk about."
"To make a long story short... I will inherit the legacy left by Brother Fisk and become your Master!"
"Who agrees? Who opposes!"
Bullseye stepped out at the opportune moment, two long blades appearing in his hands as if from nowhere. He scanned the roughly 30 people before him. These were Kingpin's trusted confidants in the Hell's Kitchen dark forces, and they formed the foundation of his vast empire's rule.
As long as these people didn't cause trouble, Kingpin's death simply meant a change of Master in the underworld.
As for whether these people would harbor any improper thoughts...
That depended on the successor's methods.
What were Deadpool's methods like?
Heh heh, after witnessing the battle at the Villa, Bullseye believed he understood Deadpool's methods.
These people just needed to experience Deadpool's madness and evil, and he believed no one would be a match for Deadpool; he was a truly immortal demon!
Still, no one responded, no one spoke.
They were like a group of wooden dummies. After all, this was clearly a trap. Now that Bullseye had already defected to Deadpool, who dared to raise an objection?
The unfortunate person still bleeding beside them was their example.
But Luo Di found it a bit uninteresting, not impactful enough.
He stroked his chin, asking with a hint of doubt: "Does no one want this position?"
"No one wants it?"
Due to Bullseye's long blades, everyone shook their heads in unison.
"But that's strange, because from your eyes, I see lies and a thirst for power ~"
"Someone isn't speaking from the heart..."
"He's lying to me.."
Luo Di looked at Kingpin's wide-eyed head in the distance and smiled.
Examining Kingpin's old face, Luo Di's light voice turned cold.
"And I hate deception!"
He scanned the crowd, finally stopping at an unlucky individual.
"You! Prove it to me.."
Chapter 47: Subjugation and Psychological Warfare!
Inside the blood-soaked conference room,
Luo Di, dressed as Venom Spider-Man, wore Deadpool's vest.
With acting skills beyond par, at an actor-level, he embodied the character of the Gotham Joker.
To be fair, although everyone present was a villain who killed without blinking, the poor feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared the reckless.
When a truly reckless madman stood before them, gently stroking their former boss's head, all these ruthless individuals cowered.
...
"You.."
Luo Di casually pointed at a Russian man with dreadlocks.
"Prove it to me!"
Behind the long table,
Bullseye casually threw a dagger in front of the Russian man Luo Di had pointed at.
To be fair, Bullseye was usually a bit crazy.
But now, when doing bad things, he was much more normal, cooperating perfectly with Luo Di. Their coordinated effort was key to the success of this plan.
"Bang..."
Looking at the sharp, gleaming dagger stuck in front of him, the named Russian man's heart rate continuously sped up.
He managed to swallow a mouthful of saliva.
The Russian man was indeed brave; he decisively grabbed the dagger in front of him.
But his mind was still a bit confused.
Prove?
How was he to prove it?
Prove what??
The demon in the center seemed to know his thoughts, chuckling softly.
"Prove your loyalty, my old friend."
"Get rid of someone you think won't be loyal to me, or go join your former boss."
Everyone froze.
They all looked at the leisurely Luo Di. At the same time, thick ropes emerged from under the conference table, firmly binding everyone except the Russian man.
This miraculous scene immediately made them realize that the demon before them had supernatural abilities!
And... he truly intended to kill them, not just scare them.
The Russian man, whose hands and feet were not bound, began to sweat profusely from his forehead.
He looked at Luo Di, then at the dagger in his hand.
Then he looked at his former colleagues around him, whose mouths were even gagged with rope.
The saying goes, 'may your friend die, but not me.'
They were all criminals; there was no loyalty to speak of. They usually wished each other dead to annex their territory.
The Russian man certainly wouldn't commit suicide.
So he could only choose a target.
"Be cautious, choose someone you think has the greatest ambition and is least likely to be loyal to me.."
Luo Di reminded him at the right time.
The Russian man's body trembled... He felt as if this demon could read his mind.
Originally, he had planned to kill someone he didn't get along with.
But now, he couldn't gamble. If he gambled wrong and was seen through by this evil... by this My Lord, wouldn't he also have to die?
So, the Russian man, filled with unease, began to ponder the loyalty of Kingpin's former subordinates around him.
To say their loyalty was basically nonexistent, many had only joined Kingpin due to his strength or threats. Kingpin controlled them through iron-fisted violence and assassin assassinations.
But among them, the most powerful and the most volatile was...
That's right!
The Russian man looked at a Mexican drug dealer opposite him. He dealt in human trafficking, turning people into prostitutes. The other party was a drug dealer, more powerful, and more ambitious.
The Russian man had heard that Kingpin might suppress this fat guy. Now that Kingpin was dead, this guy would certainly not miss the opportunity to expand violently.
He was the biggest threat!
Thinking this, the Russian man made up his mind and walked step by step towards the fat man opposite him. Sweat dripped from his forehead. The fat man opposite him looked at the Russian man walking towards him, his eyes filled with terror and rage.
"Wuwuwu--!"
However, his mouth was bound with rope, making it impossible to break free.
Finally, the Russian man's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the fat drug lord in front of him: "Don't blame me, Roman, you brought this upon yourself... You shouldn't have been so ambitious!"
As he spoke, the Russian man no longer hesitated. He thrust the dagger in his hand fiercely into the unwilling fat drug lord's body!
"Puff--"
"Ahhh!!"
The Russian man roared, suppressed, as the dagger continuously, without regard for location, stabbed wildly downwards.
"Puff puff puff puff!!!"
He must have stabbed thirty or forty times...
His body and the fat drug lord beneath him were covered in blood.
"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo!"
When the guy beneath him turned into a pile of minced meat and stopped breathing... the Russian man finally threw away the dagger in his hand, stumbling back a few steps. Looking at his blood-soaked hands, his will was on the verge of collapse.
"My Lord... Boss..."
...
Watching this farce, Luo Di felt disgusted inwardly, but maintained a good outward appearance. While gently applauding, he curiously asked the Russian man: "Which gang are you from? What are you in charge of?"
"Boss, I'm the leader of the Ross Pirate Gang. Just call me Andreyev... I'm in charge of some smuggling and... and the prostitution business."
"Very good... Can I trust you then?"