Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Kingpin's fingers, which were behind his back, loosened imperceptibly, and the muscles in his shoulders and neck also relaxed slightly.

The ability to negotiate means that the other party has desires, needs, and loopholes that can be exploited.

What Kingpin truly feared was never power, but rather the illogical madman who only wanted to watch the world burn.

He looked at Shen Jue, a shrewd assessment beginning to emerge in his eyes, like a gambler who had regained chips to place bets.

"I like guests who have a plan," Kingpin said slowly, a faint smile finally appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"Tell me, Father, is your plan enough to make me forgive you for breaking my window?"

If he could, Kingpin would prefer to break Shen Jue's limbs, placing himself above Shen Jue in a superior position and mocking Shen Jue's overestimation of his abilities.

But when Shen Jue caught the armor-piercing bullet from the anti-materiel sniper rifle with his bare hands in an instant, Kingpin chose to follow his heart.

Who knows how strong a human body would need to catch an armor-piercing round from an anti-materiel sniper rifle?

Why is Shen Jue, a guy who's considered strong even among mutants, coming after this gangster instead of the X-Men academy?!

Kingpin was prepared to give Shen Jue whatever he needed, but who knew that this young priest would not play by the rules.

Shen Jue looked at Kingpin with an almost naive enthusiasm in his eyes, as if he were talking about something perfectly natural.

"Mr. Kingpin, look at this world, New York, America, even the whole world, how many people are still struggling in the sea of ​​suffering, sinking into the mortal world."

"They wait every day, waiting for a chance to be saved, waiting for a glimmer of light to shine into their muddy lives."

"Violence changes nothing, and fear cannot build true order."

Shen Jue's voice was steady and gentle, carrying a kind of drowsy certainty.

"If everyone gives a little love, the world will surely be filled with love."

Kingpin's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his taut back leaned back almost imperceptibly.

"Even those who have committed grave sins can, from this moment on, make the world a better place if they sincerely repent and do good deeds."

After Shen Jue finished speaking, his expression was so serious that it was almost devout.

The weight that had been hanging over Kingpin's heart finally lifted.

He understood. This young priest had put on such a grand show because he was just a smooth-talking beggar.

"So, you came to see me tonight just to say this?" Kingpin's tone relaxed considerably, even carrying a hint of a smile.

"I am willing to personally sponsor Father Shen Jue with 20 million US dollars to build many new churches for your church on the West Coast."

Shen Jue shook his head, his gentle smile still on his face.

"That's not what I want. What I want is for you to change."

"Change what? Become a philanthropist and a law-abiding citizen?" Kingpin chuckled and sat back down in his chair, placing his hands back on the table.

"Father Shen Jue, this world is very complicated."

Human desires are endless.

"And human greed breeds a protracted cycle of violence and crime."

"Without my restraint on the order of the underworld, the entire American coast would have been in complete chaos long ago."

"How do you plan to change me? Will you slowly influence me with your rhetoric of love and peace?"

Shen Jue didn't reply, and continued to look at him quietly.

Kingpin's unease completely dissipated, replaced by a condescending contempt.

He'd seen plenty of these idealistic fools; no matter how loudly they shouted, they'd eventually bow down to the lure of money.

"Give me a number," Kingpin said casually, his tone as if he were dismissing a difficult salesman.

Shen Jue smiled, and a sharp edge, seemingly out of place for a priest, finally appeared in that smile.

"It seems Mr. Kingpin doesn't understand what I mean at all."

"Although I am a priest, I don't like being a riddle teller."

"My plans and requirements are all in what I just said."

Shen Jue took a step forward.

At that very same instant, Bullseye, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit, pulled the trigger again.

A violent gunshot rang out in the room, and the muzzle spit out a tongue of fire that was about an inch long.

Shen Jue, however, seemed to have anticipated this. He spun around at an incredible speed, his movements as fluid as if he were gliding underwater, with even the hem of his clothes only fluttering slightly.

The armor-piercing bullet grazed his forehead, and the hot air it generated only stirred a few strands of hair on his forehead.

He raised his hand and gently smoothed his bangs back into place.

The other hand, which had been holding the Bible, was now lying horizontally at his side, with the 20mm armor-piercing bullet firmly held between his index and middle fingers.

The bullet was still emitting a faint wisp of smoke between his fingers, like a cigar that had just been extinguished.

Shen Jue didn't even glance at the bullet's eye; he simply loosened his grip, and the bullet clattered into the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

"I told you, children, be kind," Shen Jue said softly.

The man in the floral shirt and the bald, muscular man standing to the side were completely dumbfounded.

They knew there were many freaks among mutants, but they had never seen anyone as outrageous as Shen Jue before.

"God..." the bald, muscular man murmured.

Before Jin could reprimand Bullseye, he snapped out of his relaxed posture and said in a deep voice, "Father Shen Jue."

"Please forgive my subordinate's mistake; I can offer a higher price."

Shen Jue casually shrugged and said, "Mr. Kingpin."

"My plans have nothing to do with wealth."

"I just want to change the status quo in America."

"The streets are filled with people folded up like zombies because of addictive substances."

"Many people support their families by selling blood and working more than ten hours a day."

"Violence and crime place this country at the top of the world."

"But it's time for America to wait for their people."

Bullseye's lips curled into a cold smile, just as he was about to utter a sarcastic remark.

But before he could finish speaking, Shen Jue's figure had already disappeared.

The next time she appeared, Shen Jue was already standing in front of the bullseye.

Before Bullseye could even pull the trigger, he felt his hand suddenly go empty.

The heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle had been snatched away by Shen Jue with one hand and tossed lightly onto the sofa behind him like a coat.

Immediately afterwards, a warm palm covered Bullseye's bald head.

Shen Jue did not use the hand that held the Bible; that hand still held the Bible steadily to her chest.

He used his free left hand to grab Bullseye's bald head, controlling the force with his five fingers as if he were squeezing a basketball.

Then, Shen Jue slowly lifted himself up.

Bullseye's heavy, muscular body was easily lifted off the ground by this hand.

His toes dangled in the air like a wild dog being grabbed by the scruff of its neck.

The gun strap slipped from his fingers, and his two hands instinctively grabbed Shen Jue's wrists, but it was like trying to break a steel pillar cast in the ground; it wouldn't budge.

"Child, you must be patient when I speak." Shen Jue raised her eyes, her tone so gentle it sent chills down one's spine.

"Next, I have a little surprise for you."