Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 92 The Underground Emperor, Mr. Kingpin, is Very Nervous (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Wilson Fisker may be known to the public as a philanthropist and a wealthy man.

However, in Hell's Kitchen, he has a terrifying name: Kingpin.

Kingpin is the head of a super-criminal organization.

On the surface, they are involved in real estate, finance, and art collection, appearing as legitimate tycoons. However, in reality, they are involved in forced demolitions, evictions, land grabbing at low prices, arms smuggling, money laundering, drugs, and human trafficking.

And various so-called high-end clubs and hotels, selling intelligence, etc.

He was actually the kingpin of the New York underworld.

In Hell's Kitchen, he is the head of the largest gang, whose criminal network spans the entire world.

His wealth is unimaginable.

His power was deeply entrenched and immense. Although there were many other gangs in Hell's Kitchen, the real boss was Kingpin.

Even the emperor of such a criminal empire still had his own worries.

His recent deals have been hit hard.

What struck him were a few damned so-called street heroes. The key was that these street heroes were well hidden, and for a while, he couldn't just pin them down and kill them.

Kingpin usually frequents the Fisker Building.

This is a 58-story modern building located in the heart of Hell's Kitchen.

Piercing through the low-lying shantytown, the glass curtain walls gleam coldly in the night; that is Kingpin's kingdom, a gleaming commercial empire above ground, and beneath it lies arms, prisons, and countless sins.

Kingpin's office is on the top floor of the Fix Building.

This entire floor is Kingpin's private property.

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offer a panoramic view of Hell's Kitchen's dilapidated state. A dark solid wood desk occupies the center, surrounded by large leather sofas and hidden security compartments.

There is also a reception area, a study, private suites, and a helipad on the rooftop.

Kingpin was very burly and robust, or rather, somewhat obese. He was over two meters tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms, looking like a small mountain.

Bald, his expensive custom-made suit was stretched taut by what looked like fat but was actually muscle, and every inch of his body exuded a beastly sense of oppression.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he held a dark-colored, waist-length cane with a round metal handle inlaid with diamonds.

The blue pupils reflected the darkness, brewing cruelty and violence.

He was thinking about something.

But suddenly his ears twitched, and he turned around abruptly. When he saw what was behind him, his pupils widened slightly, and a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

I didn't know when two strangers appeared behind me.

The atmosphere in the brightly lit office suddenly became eerily silent.

These two uninvited guests were very beautiful; one of them, even someone like Kingpin would have to admit, was a top-tier beauty.

Height, looks, and temperament are all top-notch.

Normally, Kingpin might have been tempted, but now he only cared about one question: how did these two women manage to get all the way from the heavily guarded first floor to here, and do so without making a sound?

His security detail has remained completely undetected until now.

Furthermore, Jin sensed danger emanating from these two women, a danger so intense that his muscles instinctively tensed up, if not for the forceful suppression of reason.

He might even be tempted to launch the first attack.

"Oh, Mr. Philanthropist Wilson, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Negley."

"Natasha."

Nigley stood in front of Kingpin's desk, casually picked up a business document from the table, flipped through it, found it to be normal, put it down, and greeted Kingpin.

Natasha, on the other hand, stood ramrod straight, her delicate face showing nonchalance as she casually surveyed the luxurious office.

The two men exuded casualness, completely disregarding Kingpin, the infamous underground crime tycoon.

Who are you?

Kingpin showed no anger at the two men's attitude; instead, he remained calm and composed and asked a question.

However, the slight tightening of his clenched fist was enough to prove that he was not completely calm at the moment.

"Two ordinary people who want to be your friends?"

Negri leaned against the desk and said with a smile.

"If it's just about making friends, you don't need to do it this way."

Jin remained unmoved, but instead frowned and raised his voice slightly.

Suddenly the door was opened and a group of fully armed security guards rushed in. The two leading guards were a man and a woman. The man was over 1.8 meters tall, lean and muscular, wearing a blue-black jacket and leather pants, with a bullseye symbol between his eyebrows.

The woman was very beautiful, nearly 1.8 meters tall, slender and thin. She wore a cropped top that exposed her midriff, with a long sleeve on the right and no sleeve on the left, decorated with metal spikes. She wore black fishnet stockings and high-heeled leather boots.

Her outfit had an asymmetrical punk assassin style.

Her delicate face bore a sickly expression.

Natasha ignored the dense array of gun barrels, her back turned, while Nigley, leaning against the desk, glanced at them with a slight turn of his head.

With just that one glance, an inexplicable sense of terror swept over them.

As if being stared at by a ferocious beast, everyone's heart trembled, and their bodies swayed uncontrollably. The man and woman in the lead were slightly better, but their bodies were still a little stiff.

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen, and this beautiful lady, we mean no harm, so please refrain from tapping your fingers, otherwise things will get very awkward."

Negri's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone present.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and oppressive.

After a few seconds, Kingpin slowly said in an unquestionable tone, "Get out, Bullseye, Mary, you stay. Close the door."

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Upon hearing the BOSS's words, the security guards breathed a sigh of relief, immediately left, and waited in the corridor after closing the door.

However, everyone then realized that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

"I like your imposing presence; it always reminds me of someone, someone who's captivating," Nigley joked casually, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Thank you for the compliment. So, our two new friends, what would you like?"

Kingpin spoke as he walked over with seemingly heavy but actually light steps, less than two meters away from Negri and Natasha.

This is a very subtle distance.

For ordinary people, it might not mean much, but for a skilled fighter, this distance is fleeting, allowing for both offense and defense, and can also be used in conjunction with Bullseye and Mary.

They formed an encirclement with Negri and Natasha.

Natasha's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she began to reconstruct her understanding of Kingpin.

She quickly scanned Kingpin's entire body and immediately confirmed that he was very strong. His entire body was covered in a thick layer of muscles, and his physique was quite astonishing, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

His stance and awareness of positioning show that he is absolutely proficient in fighting and actual combat.

As for the two behind them, the woman was somewhat interesting, but the man was so-so.