Chapter 12: Too Much Nonsense, Prepare to Die
Manhattan, the center of Hell's Kitchen.
Fisk Tower.
On the top floor, inside that extremely luxurious office.
Wilson Fisk, also known as the terrifying Kingpin.
At this moment, he was leaning on a cane inlaid with diamonds, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Behind him.
Stood five figures emitting tough auras.
The Rhino, wearing heavy rhinoceros skin armor, spraying rough breath while breathing.
Typhoid Mary, the mad red-haired woman with scattered eyes, sometimes crazy and sometimes indifferent.
Elektra, the deadly assassin from the Hand, holding twin sais and dressed in red.
Taskmaster, wearing a skull mask, carrying a shield and longsword, capable of perfectly copying the opponent's moves.
And Tombstone, the gangster thug with gray-white skin as hard as granite.
This was the ace in Kingpin's hand.
It was his confidence to rule New York's underground world!
Gentlemen.
Kingpin turned around, his voice deep and thick.
Just now, something interesting happened in Times Square.
He walked to the desk and lit a thick cigar.
Amidst the curling smoke, greedy light flickered in his narrow eyes.
A seven-colored pillar of light descended from the sky, and an Asian man walked out.
According to current intelligence, he possesses extremely powerful strength.
He might even be a high-level mutant, or some kind of experimental subject.
Speaking of this, Kingpin paused, a confident smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.
I have sent Bullseye to invite him.
Of course, people with power like this are usually somewhat unruly.
Bullseye might be able to bring him here, but not necessarily make him submit wholeheartedly.
Kingpin's gaze swept over everyone present.
So, I want you here.
When he walks through this door, I want you to show enough power.
I want him to understand that in this New York, even in this country.
Only following me, Kingpin, is his wisest and only choice!
As long as he nods, money, women, power... I can give him everything he wants!
Rhino thumped his chest with a muffled voice, making a dull metal impact sound:
Don't worry, Boss! If that kid doesn't listen, I'll gore his guts out!
Taskmaster wiped his sword blade disdainfully:
Hope he has a little skill, don't be like those idiots before who died in two moves.
Kingpin nodded with satisfaction.
He believed in his judgment.
In this world, no one can refuse the temptation of power.
Nor can anyone remain tough under the threat of violence.
If there is, it's because the chips offered aren't enough, or the beating isn't painful enough!
However.
Just as Kingpin exhaled a smoke ring and was about to continue depicting his grand blueprint.
BOOM——!!!
A deafening explosion blasted open without warning.
That specially made bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window, strong enough to withstand rocket bombardment.
Instantly shattered into countless crystal fragments!
The wild wind wrapped with glass slag whistled into the office.
Expensive Persian carpets were overturned, and documents danced in the sky.
Enemy attack!
Taskmaster reacted the fastest, instantly raising his shield to block in front of him.
The others also assumed combat postures one after another, their eyes locked dead on that broken gap.
The dust cleared.
A figure with black hair and black eyes, wearing silver-white battle armor, was hovering in mid-air.
He crossed his arms, looking down at everyone in the room with a cold face.
It was Nagi.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A burst of abrupt applause rang out.
Although Kingpin was also somewhat surprised by the other party's way of appearance in his heart, he was, after all, a formidable person who had seen great storms.
He didn't show the slightest panic; instead, he put down the cigar in his hand and applauded.
Wonderful, truly wonderful.
A smile that was hypocritical to the extreme piled up on Kingpin's face.
Spreading his arms, he made a welcoming gesture.
Although you didn't use the main entrance, this indeed fits the style of a powerhouse.
You are the gentleman who caused a sensation in Times Square, right?
It seems Bullseye has completed his mission, although he couldn't bring you up personally, but that's not important.
Kingpin glanced imperceptibly at a trace of blood stained on Nagi's hand.
He understood in his heart that Bullseye was probably doomed.
But so what?
A dog died; replacing it with a stronger lion is a profitable deal no matter how you calculate it!
Let me introduce myself, I am Wilson Fisk.
This building, this street, and even the underground world of this city are under my control.
Kingpin walked toward Nagi step by step with steady strides.
The oppressive feeling cultivated from occupying a high position for a long time was reflected vividly in him.
If it were an ordinary person, or even a superhero like Daredevil.
Facing the current Kingpin, they would probably feel a wave of suffocation.
I know you are very strong, young man.
I also know you killed my man.
But I am a person who cherishes talent. As long as you are willing to join my command...
I can let bygones be bygones regarding your killing just now.
Even, I can give you unimaginable wealth, making you the King of this city...
Kingpin's voice was full of bewitchment.
He was full of confidence.
He believed that as long as one is human, one has desires.
As long as there are desires, he can control them!
Rhino and the others on the side didn't speak, but they also stared dead at Nagi.
As long as this kid dared to say the word "No".
They would immediately swarm up and tear him to pieces!
However.
Facing Kingpin's speech of grace and intimidation.
The expression on Nagi's face had not changed a single bit from beginning to end.
What kind of look was that?
Indifference, boredom, disdain.
Like watching a fly buzzing around in front of him.
Finished?
Finally.
Nagi spoke.
What?
Kingpin was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting the other party's first sentence to be this.
If you're finished.
Nagi slowly descended from the air, his feet stepping on that expensive floor.
Then you can go die.
The moment the voice fell.
Kingpin's fat face, which had always worn a confident smile, froze instantly.
The smile in his eyes faded rapidly, replaced by a rage of being offended.
What did you say?
Kingpin narrowed his eyes, his voice becoming extremely cold.
Young man, some words cannot be spoken carelessly.
Do you know who you are refusing? Do you know who you are talking to?
I gave you a chance, it is you who didn't know how to cherish it...
Clang!
Taskmaster had already drawn the longsword from his back.
Rhino let out a low roar and assumed a charging posture.
The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment!
But even so.
Kingpin still didn't order an attack immediately.
He still tried to use his power, use his coercion.
To subdue this young man before him who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
In this world, no one can refuse Kingpin's friendship!
Even those superheroes, even that Stark...
Noisy.
Nagi picked his ear, revealing a look of extreme disgust on his face.
Can't you understand human speech? Dead fatty.
I'm not here to negotiate with you.
Nor am I here to listen to you paint big pies.
Nagi raised his head; a trace of cold killing intent flashed in those pitch-black eyes.
In his previous life, he was the Eternal True God standing at the apex of the universe.
Even that person named Luo had to be respectful in front of him.
And now.
A mere gang leader on Earth.
A mortal covered in fat who only knew how to hide behind the scenes and play power games.
Actually dared to send someone to block his way?
Actually dared to talk shamelessly about appreciation in front of him? About letting bygones be bygones?
Too much nonsense, prepare to die.
The moment the voice fell, Kingpin's pupils constricted tight.
Because he saw the Asian face opposite him extend a hand, and a yellow ball of light gathered and formed on it.