The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 169 Jin Bing’s Invitation

Wes slowly walked up to Pierce and stepped hard on Pierce's chest.

Pierce's body shook slightly, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

"The itching sensation lasts 24 hours a day and gets worse every other day. I wonder how long you can endure it?"

Weiss's voice was cold and heartless.

Pierce felt a chill in his heart. He could imagine the endless pain he would face in the future.

"Can you still defeat 'Braised Egg' like this?" Weiss whispered, his voice low enough for only Pierce to hear. "Struggle as hard as you can."

Weiss's mouth corners turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Then Wes kicked Pierce to Steve's feet, as if he was discarding a worthless object.

"I'll give this guy back to you." After Weiss said that, his figure disappeared in an instant.

Nick Fury quickly helped Pierce up, his face terribly gloomy.

"I need an explanation." Nick Fury's voice was filled with anger and questioning.

"Of course," Pierce replied, his voice trembling as he endured the itch. "But I have to do an operation first."

Pierce knew that with current surgical technology, he could cut some nerves, causing his skin to lose sensation and temporarily relieve the itching pain.

Nick Fury looked him straight in the eyes, his gaze filled with suspicion and scrutiny.

Pierce didn't shy away and met his gaze.

At this time, he cannot feel guilty, otherwise Nick Fury will hold him back.

Pierce knew that he had to remain calm in order to deal with the crisis at hand.

"Snakes and rats of the same nest." Tony left this sarcastic remark and flew away in the armor.

He was extremely disappointed with SHIELD's actions and didn't want to be involved in this chaos anymore.

Steve sighed, knowing he couldn't just walk away like Tony had.

He decided to stay and clean up the mess.

The next morning, the news reported that an official in Washington had caused an explosion due to improper use of natural gas.

This explanation is obviously far-fetched and can only deceive honest people.

Anyone with a bit of common sense wouldn't believe this nonsense.

Some organizations also deduced from the traces left by the two battles last night that Weiss was the mysterious wizard in the New York battle and the owner of the "Hogwarts Potion Shop"
The news spread quickly, and countless organizations and individuals wanted to find Weiss.

Some of them wanted to control him and use his power to achieve their own ambitions;
Some wanted to trade with him to obtain precious magical items;

Some simply pursue the power of magic and are eager to explore this mysterious realm.

However, more people knew that he was not easy to mess with and put him on the list of people not to be messed with.

When Wes heard the news that his bounty had been revoked, he didn't take it too seriously.

However, he never expected that as soon as he returned to New York, someone would come to him impatiently.

The person who came really surprised Wes, it was Kingpin.

King Byung is two meters tall and weighs 204 kilograms. He is huge and strong, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Even though he was wearing a white suit and tie, the straight suit was tight on his huge body, but it still couldn't conceal the powerful aura emanating from him, giving people an extremely intimidating visual impact.

This image is very different from the traditional image of a businessman.

His burly figure, sharp eyes, and domineering demeanor are more in line with his identity as a tyrant in the New York underworld.

"Hello, Mr. Irving," Kingpin's voice was deep and rich. He bowed modestly, his expensive suit straining even tighter as he moved, as if his powerful muscles could burst at any moment. "Kingpin?" Weiss frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He really didn't understand why Jin Bing came to him at this time.

Doesn't he know that SHIELD and the US government are eager to kill him?
In such a sensitive period, it is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous thing to be in touch with yourself.

"I have a business matter I want to discuss with you." Jin Bing stated his purpose directly.

"Want potions?" Weiss refused without hesitation, "I'm not short of money right now."

"Of course not." Jin Bing quickly waved his hand to deny it. He personally opened the back door of the car, slightly turned sideways, and made a gesture of invitation, "This is not the place to talk."

Weiss raised an eyebrow, looking at the sincere Kingpin, secretly guessing his purpose.

A moment later, Wes took the back seat.

It can be seen that Kim was obviously relieved after seeing Wes get in the car.

Afterwards, Jin Bing sat in the driver's seat and drove the car himself.

This car was obviously specially modified, otherwise, with Kingpin's huge body, he would probably ride on the steering wheel.

There was no conversation along the way, and the car drove smoothly on the streets of New York.

Finally, we arrived at the Fisk Building.

This is one of Kingpin's lairs, where he manages his criminal organization, plans criminal activities, and conducts transactions and negotiations with other criminals or forces.

Taking the elevator to the top floor office, General Jin sent all his subordinates away. "No one is allowed to disturb me without my permission."

Kingpin's voice was serious and authoritative.

At this moment, only Wes and Kingpin were left in the office.

The silent space seemed to be shrouded in an invisible atmosphere of tension.

The sunlight poured in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere.

Weiss sat there quietly, examining the Kingpin across from him.

Jin Bing straightened his huge body and leaned slightly on the desk, his eyes deep and complex, as if he was thinking about his next words.

"Mr. Irwin, have you ever heard of 'keel'?"

Jin Bing went straight to the point, his voice low and powerful, echoing in the quiet office.

"Are you talking about the dragon bones on Kunlun Mountain?" Weiss narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Mr. Irving is indeed knowledgeable," Kingpin laughed, but that smile was chilling and could scare a child to tears.

"But if the dragon bone is not in Kunlun, it's in New York, in Manhattan."

Now Wes was interested, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Tell me what's going on."

Jin took a leisurely puff of his cigar and then slowly exhaled a circle of smoke.

Smoke curled up in the air.

“This story started several years ago.”

Kingpin fell into memories.

Wes didn't bother him.

(End of this chapter)