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

Bullseye struggled with all his might, his two thick arms bulging with veins, his legs kicking wildly in the air, his shoes constantly scraping against the broken glass on the ground, making a screeching sound.

The force that could easily break an adult's cervical spine was now being applied to Shen Jue's arm.

But Shen Jue's hand seemed to be cast from a single piece of alloy, and no matter how much he pried and hammered at the target, it did not budge.

Kingpin's face was grim, and his hand, hanging under the table, subtly pressed the alarm button hidden in a compartment at the bottom of the table.

In just three minutes, hundreds of armed guards from all the passageways in the building will surge to the top floor.

By then, even if Shen Jue were incredibly strong, he wouldn't be able to handle the crossfire from the entire floor at the same time.

Kingpin raised his gaze again, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Father Shen Jue, I suggest you let him go."

"In a few minutes, this office will be full of my people."

"By then, we probably won't have another chance to sit down and have a proper talk."

Shen Jue didn't even turn his head, still holding the bullseye with one hand.

"Mr. Kingpin, I saw that button you pressed the moment your right hand went down."

"A few minutes, right?"

Shen Jue chuckled softly.

"Although it's too short a time for a man."

"But it should be enough for the current situation."

After saying that, Shen Jue lifted Bullseye with one hand, and golden light burst forth from his head and facial features.

Bullseye, the vicious villain, stopped struggling instantly, his limbs hanging down steadily, and even his breathing became strong.

Kingpin's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a real crack appeared in his usually calm and steady eyes.

"What did you do to him?!"

His voice rose uncontrollably, as if someone had grabbed his throat, forcing the words out from between his teeth.

This was the first time Spider-Man's classic nemesis had lost his composure like this; he even slammed his hand, which was behind his back, onto the edge of the table.

He had seen countless superhumans, mutants who could blast people into a bloody mist, and terrifying monsters who could manipulate steel.

But what he saw before him was far beyond his comprehension.

Bullseye hung in mid-air, his limbs hanging naturally, like a shell that had lost all violent instincts. The golden light emanating from his features made his face look like a martyr statue in a church.

The light was not dazzling, but it instilled in people a sense of inexplicable holiness and fear deep in their bones.

Kingpin felt a terror beyond his imagination enveloping him, like an icy tide rising from his feet to his head.

"Answer me! What did you do to him!" Kingpin growled again, the veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms.

Shen Jue still had his back to him, speaking in a soft tone.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Kingpin."

"I'm just helping this lost child open a crack in the door to their heart that's been locked up."

"His life shouldn't be so tragic and painful."

"Since this Lamb of the Lord cannot change his own words, actions, and perceptions."

"Then we can only rely on myself, the priest who leads people to goodness."

"I personally helped him come to understand his own life."

Bullseye took a deep breath, and the golden light receded from his face like a tide.

He opened his eyes, and the previous violence and madness were gone from his pupils, replaced by a kind of confusion that was almost like that of an infant.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers trembling slightly, as if seeing for the first time all the blood that had stained them.

Then, this killer, who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire New York underworld, suddenly buckled at the knees, slipped from Shen Jue's grasp, and knelt heavily on the ground.

Glass shards pierced his knee, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

"Father...I have sinned..."

Bullseye's voice squeezed out from his throat, hoarse and broken, carrying the sob that had been suppressed for countless years.

"I robbed... I murdered... I even helped Kingpin murder innocent people..."

His forehead slammed heavily against the ground, again and again, and blood seeped from the cracks in his skin.

"I deserve to die! But I can't just die like this!"

He looked up, his face covered in tears, his features contorted with extreme remorse.

"I want to atone for my sins!"

"I want to dedicate the rest of my life, and forever, to doing good deeds!"

Just as the Lord said!

Bullseye's voice echoed in the empty top-floor office, mingling with the sobbing of the night wind, like the last prayer of a madman.

The man in the floral shirt and the bald, muscular man were completely limp on the ground, so much so that they forgot whose name to pray for.

Kingpin stood there, as if all his strength had been drained away, his face as white as the shirt collar of his suit.

His most capable assassin, the murder weapon he had raised himself, was now kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, like a dog abandoned by its master.

"You..." Kingpin's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Shen Jue slowly turned around, her face still bearing that gentle and calm smile.

"Look, Mr. Kingpin."

"Everyone has the opportunity to be filled with love, as long as they are willing to open that door."

"Oh, right, I haven't forgotten about you two."

Shen Jue took a step forward and gently patted the bald, burly man on the head.

The bald, muscular man's facial features and head both radiated a golden glow.

After a brief moment of confusion, he burst into tears, his voice filled with the pain of a bullseye.

"Father! I have sinned!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the man in the floral shirt lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground like a limp rag.

Shen Jue hadn't forgotten this guy. He smiled and stepped forward, patting the floral shirt.

And so, another gang member on the ground appeared, weeping bitterly and turning over a new leaf.

Kingpin was sweating profusely, his suit lining was soaked through and clung tightly to his thick, muscular back.

He never imagined that Shen Jue would be a monster with multiple mutant abilities.

His physique, capable of catching an armor-piercing bullet with his bare hands, and his speed, far exceeding that of ordinary people, are now displaying a terrifying power capable of forcibly altering the will of others.

Such beings, capable of manipulating and altering the consciousness of others, are practically natural enemies to all villains who walk in the shadows.

Kingpin's body, weighing over 300 kilograms, felt so heavy for the first time.

He barely hesitated before he lurched backward, crashing into the wall behind him like a collapsing mountain of flesh.

The reinforced concrete wall in front of him was like cardboard, and the sound of it shattering was deafening.

But just as his body was about to crash through the hole, Shen Jue was already standing in front of him.

No one saw how he moved.

Shen Jue tilted her head slightly, raised a finger, and gently pressed it against her lips.

"Mr. Kingpin, come and be my son."