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Clint glanced at the two girls behind him with complicated expressions, then turned his head to look at the golden figure standing to the side, who was looking on with great interest.

He took a deep breath, and after talking to Maya, he felt full of energy. In Xiu En's words, his burning obsession was about to take shape.

He got out of the car, and then his entire figure disappeared into the cave entrance.

Kate gripped the bow tightly and nervously followed behind, also crawling inside.

Maya paused for two seconds, glanced at the apple she had taken a bite out of in the car, and finally resolutely stepped into the darkness.

The other side of the tunnel.

This is Wilson Fiske's office, the underground emperor of New York.

The room was so huge it didn't look like an office.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer unparalleled city views.

In the very center of the office, a man who looked like a white mountain of flesh stood with his back to them in front of a painting depicting abstract white blocks of color, seemingly admiring it quietly.

He was wearing a white suit that seemed completely out of place with his large frame.

Just that silhouette alone exudes an indescribable sense of immense pressure.

He seemed completely unaware that four uninvited guests had appeared behind him.

Clint gestured to Kate and Maya to scatter and find cover.

Kate immediately hid behind a marble column, while Maya disappeared into the shadow of a row of bookshelves.

Clint himself stood still, knowing that such stealth was meaningless against someone like Kingpin.

What he needs to do is confront him here.

"Nice painting."

It wasn't Clint who spoke, but Shuen.

His projection was floating next to the white painting, commenting in a very sincere tone.

His gaze shifted to the enormous figure behind him.

"The wedding dress in this painting? It even smells of tears. You're quite interesting, big guy."

"Click."

He turned around.

His face held only a chilling gentleness.

"Welcome, everyone."

Wilson Fisker's voice is deep and magnetic, like the resonance of a cello.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Especially you, Mr. Barton. And my child, Maya."

"Did you know we were coming?"

Clint frowned. Kingpin smiled and said...

"Of course. This building is my body. Every inch of its walls, every wire, is my eyes and ears. When you used such an ingenious way to make a hole in my skin, of course I would know."

Kingpin turned and glanced at the painting.

"Just as this insightful and luminous guest guessed."

"This was once the wreckage of my wife Vanessa's wedding dress. Every day I look at this pure white landscape here, it reminds me of how the happy life that should have been mine was destroyed by those self-proclaimed heroes of justice, and what my mission is: to keep this city in my hands forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, Maya, who had been hiding in the shadows, froze, and the veins on her fists bulged, revealing her turbulent inner state.

Clint raised an eyebrow, just as he was about to say something about breaking the mental shackles Kingpin had placed on Maya, when Kate's nervous whisper came through the microphone to their ears.

"Clint! Behind you!"

Clint's body rolled to the side almost instinctively.

The next moment, a marble pillar came crashing down from directly above the room, heading straight for the spot where he had just been standing!

"You were too careless, Patton!"

Kingpin's voice came from the smoke created by the falling marble column.

It turns out that he had remotely controlled the marble pillar when Clint and the others appeared, preparing to give them a welcome gift.

The marble column collapsed with a crash.

He swung his cane and struck Kate, his entire being resembling a white Grim Reaper, proclaiming their deaths within the room.

Maya had by then recovered.

Clint's words to her and the information he had just given her now fueled her anger towards Kingpin.

She lunged at Kingpin.

"Get out of here!"

However, her attack was easily dodged by Jin with incredible agility, and at the last moment, he even struck her hard in the abdomen with his cane, sending her flying!

Maya collapsed to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Kingpin's seemingly bulky body contains super strength that rivals Captain America's!

This mountain of flesh!

More than 90% of the meat is muscle!

"Bang!"

Clint was also struck in the abdomen by a cane, and flew backward, crashing into the desk.

The crystal glassware on the table shattered into pieces on the floor.

He struggled to get up, but a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the carpet.

"Too slow, Mr. Barton."

Kingpin moved with a lightness and elegance that seemed completely out of place with his size.

He turned to face Kate, who was attacking from another direction.

Kate's electric arrow was easily slapped away by Kingpin's palm when it was still half a meter away, hitting the ceiling and exploding into a useless ball of electric sparks.

"Nice toy, kid."

Kingpin walked gently toward Kate, a kind smile even on his plump face.

"But this isn't something a girl from your background should be doing. You should be in an art gallery or at a concert."

Kate retreated, realizing that all her attack routes seemed to have been anticipated by her opponent, leaving her with no room to maneuver!

Just as King was focusing his attention on Kate, a black shadow silently pounced on him from behind!

It's the Maya!

She twisted her body, her legs twisting like scissors towards Kingpin's thick neck!

This is one of the deadliest moves she learned from the ronin!

"Innocent."

Kingpin merely flexed his thick neck muscles just as the Maya were about to succeed!

A tremendous force erupted!

Maya let out a painful groan, and was thrown back into the air, crashing into the supporting pillar before sliding to the ground, unable to move again.

Her eyes, which had been burning with renewed passion, slowly dimmed.

"Now, it's just the two of us left, isn't it?"

After dealing with the two minor troubles, Kingpin finally turned his attention back to Clint, who was struggling to stand up while supporting himself on the table.

"That's an exaggerated level of physical strength."

The sunflower is expressing its own opinion.

"His muscle fiber density and bone hardness surpass those of the vast majority of known carbon-based life forms on this planet. This is neither science nor magic. It's more like a talent at the level of rules, like eating metal."

"No, I think it's very scientific."

Xiu En discussed it quietly with Ivy.

He looked at Clint again. That burning flame of obsession was forged even brighter with each crushing blow from that white mountain of flesh!

The grayish-white flames burned fiercely on Clint's battered and swaying body!

Clint was panting heavily; he had long since run out of arrows.

Electric arrows, glue arrows, explosive arrows, smoke arrows... all those fancy high-tech toys seem so ridiculous in front of this powerful giant.

The last thing he pulled out of the quiver was that one ordinary training arrow, the kind he usually used when practicing on his own farm.

The arrowheads are blunt, and the shafts are made of the most common birch wood.

It's even a bit old.

"It's over, Mr. Barton."

Kingpin elegantly tossed away the cracked cane.

"It's time to go home."

He walked towards Clint, step by step.

Clint closed his eyes.

He heard Kate's exclamation, Maya's faint breathing, and Hugh's almost negligible whisper of expectation.

then……

He heard the laughter of his children playing on the farm.

He heard his wife Laura's gentle voice calling him home for dinner.

"A father must go home to spend Christmas with his children."

This is a result.

A result predetermined by the law of cause and effect.

Clint opened his eyes.

He smiled.

He nocked the ordinary training arrow onto the composite bow, which had lost its string and was now just the bow itself.

The fire of obsession transformed into a bowstring.

So he drew his bow.

In Shuen's golden eyes, which could see directly into the very essence of the world, what he saw was not Clint drawing his bow.

Instead, the phantom images of Laura, Cooper, Lyra, and the newborn Nathaniel appeared behind him.

It was his children, with their tiny hands, who were helping their father draw the bow.

His wife, with her gentle gaze, became an unbreakable string of protection.

At that moment, Xiu En was stunned.

What is that?

That is an aggregate of obsession, protection, and cause and effect!

Goodbye, Kingpin.

Clint said softly.

He let go.

The training arrow was shot.

Did the arrow disappear the moment it left the bow?

No, it didn't disappear.

Time and space are distorted in its presence.

It ignored Kingpin's muscles, which were even stronger than alloys.

They ignored the bones inside his body that could withstand large-caliber bullets.

Ignoring all defenses...

It simply appeared right in the center of Kingpin's heart.

Then, it stopped.

Kingpin's forward step froze in mid-air.

The confident smile on his face froze.

He looked down, staring incredulously at his perfectly intact chest.

There were no marks there.

However, a sense of emptiness emanating from the very source of life is frantically devouring his life.

There are no wounds at all, are there?

But his existence, the concept of Kingpin, and his obsession with protecting the city that fueled all his actions, were completely erased by that single arrow.

It wasn't just his massive body that collapsed.

And his cause and effect.

The white mountain of flesh finally lost all its support and collapsed face down on the ground, never to make a sound again.

And his cause and effect.

The white mountain of flesh finally lost all its support and collapsed face down on the ground, never to make a sound again.

"Wow..."

Xiu Enqing couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.