Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 741 An Upright Family (First Update)

"Generally speaking, I have a way of dealing with arrogant rich people like you." Wilson Fisk maintained his boxing stance, seemingly waiting for Salomon to walk into a blind spot before launching an attack. He refused to back down, especially not in front of a young man. However, Salomon merely smiled disdainfully, which infuriated Wilson Fisk even more—he had only intended to investigate, but hadn't expected such a counterattack. Even so, he remained confident in his ability to control the situation, because his fists were closer than a sniper rifle.

Do you want to know what happened to those people?

"I know, I have evidence of every crime you've committed. Conclusive evidence: surveillance footage, audio recordings, financial transactions—everything points to you. Every text message you send is monitored, and every word you and your men say is backed up on your phone. Oh, and even the time you crushed someone's head with a car door not long ago was recorded by the dashcam." The sorcerer smiled as he spoke words that could threaten anyone in the internet age.

"I know how far your investigation into my foster mother and me has progressed, but unfortunately, it can no longer continue. I know you can do many things for Vanessa, but I will not allow anyone to use orphanage children as bargaining chips. If you ask former Mafia godfather Elijah for my name, you'll understand what that means. As a warning, I've already had a portion of your armed forces eliminated—if those cheap-suited veterans in new holsters and thugs with gold chains can be called armed forces."

Wilson Fisk grinned as he felt his phone vibrating incessantly in his pocket.

Even though he couldn't tell whether Salomon was telling the truth or not, the shooting he'd just witnessed made it clear that the man's madness was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He tensed his muscles like a beast. The wall, struck by a large-caliber rifle bullet, bulged into a small crater, and spiderwebs in the shadows stretched out tiny black whiskers, their webs seemingly reaching out menacingly. He felt as if he could still smell gunpowder, and even though he knew it was a hallucination, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

"What exactly do you want? Do you want me to do things for you?" He forced out a few words, "Or do you just want to show off your power and take pleasure in destroying the lives of the lower classes?"

"You're overthinking it, Wilson Fisk. I've already told you my purpose, but you just won't believe me. You're worthless to me, absolutely nothing. I did this simply because your men drove to the wrong place—Mount Athena—no other reason. Because Vanessa chose you, abandoning her years-long friendship with Minerva, and this party is the last bit of help we'll offer." Salomon shook his head, as if Wilson Fisk were some kind of idiot who needed a very patient explanation to understand. He put his hands in his pockets, slowly stepped out of the firing line, and approached Fisk, as if he knew the next topic would make Fisk abandon his attack plans.

"Vanessa will die; this is the first time she has faced death. There will be a second and a third time, as long as she stays with you, death will come as scheduled. However, her will is quite strong; even after knowing the prophecy, she refuses to give up, so my foster mother and I cannot continue to persuade her."

"What prophecy? Vanessa will never be in danger again!" Wilson Fisk's tone was as if Salomon was insulting him. However, the truth was that he had no way of guaranteeing Vanessa's safety. Salomon found his attitude utterly ridiculous. Wilson Fisk enjoyed the wealth brought by the violent group but was unwilling to bear the consequences. Where in the world was there such a good deal?

However, he didn't persist in mocking Wilson Fisk. Since the guy believed he could do it, he would never admit defeat. He had never failed, otherwise he would have been dead long ago. There was nothing wrong with letting him wallow in his own dreams, and Salomon was too lazy to argue with him.

"She didn't die here, which means she'll have a child with you, a boy. If you're interested, you can ask me for a name before the child is born and named, and I guarantee it will be exactly the same name we know."

Wilson Fisk took a deep breath, and his expression softened.

"Vanessa is pregnant?"

"Not yet, that's a few years from now. I guarantee it'll be a boy, your only heir." The sorcerer's smile was surprisingly warm and approachable, almost making Fisk abandon his attack. But then his expression turned terrifying. He leaned close to Fisk and whispered in the most wicked tone he'd ever used in the ear of the most powerful man in New York's underworld, "But if you try to take advantage of the orphanage, this boy won't exist. I'll kill Vanessa, kill your Alzheimer's mother, kill everyone you care about. Even if the boy is just born, I'll strangle him in his swaddling clothes, then pull your spine out and leave you to rot in the rain like a crippled dog, surviving on scraps from a dog food bag. I think that's probably the only language you can understand."

Salomon had never threatened anyone in his life; generally, he could resolve most situations through his negotiation skills and personal charm. This was the first time he had uttered words so heavily influenced by the mafia. Even so, he couldn't resist showing off his literary skills, even using some British idioms, which Wilson Fisk couldn't understand at all—it was far beyond the knowledge of a poor boy from Hell's Kitchen.

Even so, Kingpin understood what Salomon was trying to say. The threat seemed to have worked; Wilson Fisk calmed down again, and Salomon stepped back, having no interest in being so close to a man. He knew not everyone would yield to such a threat, but the sorcerer had no interest in what Wilson Fisk was thinking; his only concern was ensuring the orphanage's safety.

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all." Salomon seemed to have suddenly lost interest. He nodded, turned and went upstairs back to the shooting line at the corner of the stairs, not even glancing at Wilson Fisk. "I'm sure you've heard this kind of talk a lot in your career, you should understand what it means."

"So...the prophecy. What do you have to say about this?"

"This is not a deal, nor a Mexican standoff, and I have no intention of making a deal with you. Everyone here is a decent person." The sorcerer looked at him as if he were a delusional madman. "I can kill you right here, and no one will find out."

"But you won't do that, will you? And I don't believe there's anything in this world that can't be traded."

"You're right." Salomon nodded. He waved his hand, and two hounds that looked like they were sculpted from tar suddenly leaped out of the shadows lurking in the corner. "Then use your life, because you're still somewhat useful to the others. Survive, and you'll have the right to negotiate."

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