She looked like a big sister from next door who had wandered into the wrong room, walking in with a gentle smile and a leisurely pace.
"Good evening, Mr. Fisk," Makima smiled, as if visiting an old friend.
The knife and fork in Fisk's hands stopped.
He didn't fly into a rage, nor did he panic.
As the future underground emperor of this city, he possessed shrewdness and composure beyond ordinary imagination.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes hidden in the shadows like an enraged brown bear as he stared at Makima: "Who are you? I don't recall inviting a lady to dine with me."
As his voice fell.
Wesley, as his deputy, tacitly helped Kingpin translate his somewhat decent words into something more easily understood by outsiders.
"Lady, I'll give you three seconds to explain your purpose, or..."
Makima clearly saw Wesley's hidden pistol, but she ignored him and continued to address Fisk.
"I've heard some say that every rat in Hells Kitchen listens to you. Is that so?"
"I don't quite like that."
She feigned a look of distress, lightly pressing a finger against her thin lips.
Then, those golden ringed eyes looked at Kingpin, her tone gentle but carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
"Whether it's dogs or rats, they should only listen to their Master."
Fisk was slightly stunned.
He looked at Makima, his brain taking half a second to process what rats were, what dogs were, and what a Master was.
A surge of humiliated rage immediately welled up in his heart.
However, Fisk didn't slam the table and rise; instead, he stood up slowly, elegantly undoing a button on his suit cuff.
Suppressing his anger, his voice was as low as muffled thunder: "Do you mean... you want my territory?"
Makima maintained that hair-raising, inhuman smile, neither confirming nor denying.
In fact, Kingpin had guessed wrong.
"I have never liked being rough with beautiful ladies, but you... seem to be speaking a bit too boastfully."
Fisk, who had been called a "dog," had worked hard to restrain himself until now.
Clearly, he was beginning to lose control of his naturally violent emotions: "Whose person are you? What is your purpose?"
Wesley also sneered and stepped aside, but he didn't draw his gun immediately.
In his view, an unarmed woman daring to break into a dragon's den or tiger's lair alone was simply a joke.
"Lady, you might not know what kind of place you've walked into. This is..."
However.
The disdainful smile on Wesley's face froze after only half a second.
Wait.
This was too strange.
The fact that "an unarmed woman dared to break into a dragon's den or tiger's lair alone" was suspicious in itself.
There was no way she didn't know where this was; it was obvious she knew Mr. Fisk very well, as if she had come prepared.
And what about the security downstairs?
It had been quiet since a moment ago. Why hadn't any alarms gone off?
Add to that the indifferent smile on her face, as if she were looking at monkeys in a zoo... and those terrifying eyes... why were there so many rings?
Were those colored contacts? Or... no, no, no... there was definitely something wrong!
A strong sense of crisis, originating from biological instinct, instantly exploded.
Everything was too bizarre!
"Mr. Fisk! Don't go over there!!"
Wesley suddenly shouted, while simultaneously drawing his gun in a flash to aim at Makima's unchanging smile.
But it was too late... Fisk charged over like an out-of-control tank, while Makima merely tilted her head, not retreating a single step.
Just as Fisk's massive hand, capable of crushing a skull, was about to touch her.
Makima moved.
Or rather, in Fisk's retinas, she seemed to vanish for an instant.
Whoosh.
There were no wasted movements, just an extremely slight sidestep.
Fisk's grapple, carrying a terrifying gale, actually brushed past Makima's fluttering black trench coat, not even touching the hem!
"What?!"
Fisk's pupils shrank violently.
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