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

After a brief silence, Kim and Bullseye, dressed in white robes, entered Shen Jue's office.

Kingpin knelt on one knee, as did Bullseye. They bowed their heads for a moment before slowly speaking, their voices extremely low.

"Father, there are restless people in my kingdom."

Shen Jue stood next to Frank, tilting her head to look at Kingpin.

"Speak," Shen Jue replied with only one word.

Kingpin raised his head, and a rare, unspoken somber expression appeared on his broad face.

He paused before continuing, "Of the seventeen families on the East Coast, four have already formed a clear alliance, while the other three are still observing. They have gathered a group of their old subordinates and spent a lot of money hiring mercenaries from Europe and South America, intending to make their move at the beginning of next month."

"What they're targeting is the sales channels for the universal serum in New York, and several port warehouses under my name."

Shen Jue gave a soft "hmm," signaling him to continue.

"And their dissatisfaction with me isn't something that just started today." Kingpin lowered his head, revealing a section of his thick neck at the collar of his white robe, the veins on it pulsating slightly as he spoke.

"Ever since you ordered my men to completely cease all criminal activities, the people below have been in an uproar."

When he said the words "it's all over," his tone remained restrained, but his knuckles tightened unconsciously, and a slight grinding sound came from under the cuffs of his white robe.

"My men have made a living through casinos, loan sharking, arms smuggling, and murder."

"Without these sources of income, their wealth would be far from enough to satisfy their desires."

Kingpin paused for two seconds before continuing, "My subordinates generally believe that I betrayed my former gangster empire."

"I sold my soul to the devil and handed over my brothers' livelihood to others."

"So they want to unite, get rid of me first, and then take over the entire East Coast serum distribution network in my name."

"In this way, the criminal business can resume, and they will keep all the profits from the universal serum."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again, like a kneeling white stone statue.

Shen Jue slowly turned around and looked down at Kingpin.

The office was dimly lit, with only the cool blue light emanating from the holographic table reflecting on his face, making his expression appear exceptionally calm.

After Shen Jue listened to Kingpin's report, the office became so quiet that only the faint hum of the holographic table could be heard.

Kingpin stood before him with his head bowed, his white robe concealing his mountain-like body, but the muscles in his shoulders and neck were still unconsciously tense, as if awaiting judgment.

Bullseye stood five steps behind Kingpin, his gaze lowered, his breathing extremely light and steady.

Since being reshaped by Shen Jue, this once insane assassin has become unusually quiet.

Shen Jue didn't speak immediately. He turned his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The New York skyline was hazy and gray. Several helicopters circled around the city center, and below, the line of people waiting to buy universal serum stretched for nearly two kilometers.

"Did I give them face?" Shen Jue suddenly laughed and said.

His gaze fell on Kingpin.

"You didn't immediately put these people's heads on your conference table because you knew I wouldn't allow you to do that." Shen Jue took a step forward, casually placing his coffee cup on the edge of the holographic table. The bottom of the cup collided with the metal surface, making a soft click.

"Is that right, Wilson Fisk?"

Kingpin knelt on one knee, his movements steady, the hem of his white robe spread out on the ground.

"Father, you have issued a decree to stop all criminal activities. Therefore, I cannot arbitrarily use the methods of the past."

Shen Jue looked at him with admiration in his eyes, then slowly bent down and patted Kingpin on the shoulder.

"Remember one thing, Kingpin."

His voice softened, almost a whisper, but every word carried undeniable weight.

"I'm telling you to stop committing crimes because you're now my child."

"Those guys who want to take the happiness of New Yorkers and all of humanity away from you."

"They are not your subordinates; they are just a pack of hyenas from the old era."

"They are trying to wipe us out, who possess the universal serum, to steal humanity's happiness, and to make huge profits from it."

Shen Jue straightened up, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"These are no ordinary gangsters."

"We must strike these criminals hard!"

Shen Jue called out loudly, "Red bean bun."

"I'm here, Father," came the distinctive mechanical voice of the red bean bun.

"Give me all the information on these guys."

"That damned Hydra is probably involved too."

The sound of red bean buns instantly filled the office.

"Father, everything is ready for you."

"Of the seventeen families on the east coast, four have explicitly rebelled: the Lucchese family, the Bonanno family, the Colombo family, and the Genoa branch."

"Their leaders are Vincent Lucchese, 67, whose family has run casinos and underground banks for three generations; Joseph Bonanno, 52, who controls three ports in New York and two arms transport lines; Carmine Colombo, 48, who is mainly involved in loan sharking and illegal organ trafficking; and Marco Genoa, 41, who purchases mercenaries and drugs from South America and is one of the initiators of this alliance."

The holographic projection in the office lit up, and a series of portraits with criminal records quickly appeared in front of Shen Jue. Below each face were labels indicating the size of assets, the number of armed personnel, and recent fund flows.

This even includes the location and time of their most recent private meeting.

Kingpin's gaze lingered on the portraits for a moment, his expression remaining somber.

"I personally helped build up these four families ten years ago," he said in a low voice. "Now they're the first to want to betray me."

Ignoring Kingpin's emotions, Dou Sha Bao continued in that distinctive, slightly electronic voice, "Besides these four, there are three others in a wait-and-see mode."

"Genoa is attempting to contact foreign forces through intermediaries, primarily targeting the South American 'Mafia Revolutionary Army,' Eastern European 'white glove' mercenary groups, and an Asian underground organization codenamed 'Serpent Staff.'"

Shen Jue put his hands behind his back and tilted his head: "Anything else?"

"Yes." The red bean bun paused for a fraction of a second.

"An intermediary appeared during Genoa's contact with foreign mercenaries."

"This man is named Silvio Manfredi. On the surface, he is the old leader of the Silver Shadows, but in reality, he is one of Hydra's coordinators on the east coast of North America."

The holographic image switched again, and a man with gray hair and a sallow complexion, wearing an old-fashioned suit, appeared in the center.

The photo was clearly taken from a surveillance video. He was standing at the back door of an underground bar, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and only one slightly drooping eye was visible.

"Hydra," Shen Jue repeated softly.

"Yes, Father," Dou Sha Bao replied immediately.

"Hydra, short for Hydra, originated from the Hydra Society, a secret scientific organization during Nazi Germany."

"After World War II, they went underground, adhering to the belief of 'cut off one head and grow two,' and carried out infiltration and subversion activities around the world."

"They control more than 12 percent of the world's gray market, with covert branches in security agencies, the financial system, and arms companies."

"We have branches in Eastern Europe, South America, North America, and Asia."

"The organization employs a highly fragmented, cellular management system, making it difficult to trace the core level once any individual is apprehended."

"At least three of these four mafia families' rebellion have at least received funding or intelligence support from Hydra," Dou Sha Bao added finally. "Father, should we continue investigating?"

"Not for now," Shen Jue waved her hand. "I need to clean the room first before inviting guests."

He slowly turned around and looked at Frank Castle, who had been standing silently to the side.

Frank stood there, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Take a good look, Frank." Shen Jue tilted her head towards the holographic table.

"These children are full of sin, and I don't like their evil ways."

"But I'm still willing to give the children a chance."

"And by the way, tell that Nick Fury guy," Shen Jue's tone suddenly became light and even a little playful, "don't come and get in my way of spreading love and peace."

Before Frank could reply, Shen Jue raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

The sound was crisp and clear, like a tiny silver needle falling into deep water.

The next instant, a ring of golden ripples burst forth from Shen Jue's fingertips, spreading outwards from his office throughout New York!

The ripples were not ordinary light, but a visible electromagnetic field, generated by the rotation of the Nine Heavens using the primordial magnetic field.

It passed through the walls of Blackwatch headquarters, swept over every building in Midtown Manhattan, and scurried through underground tunnels, port warehouses, hotel suites, dock containers, and even the strongholds of gangs plotting rebellion.

Ripple pinpointed and located every gang member on the list with unparalleled precision.

The first place where something unusual happened was an underground casino in Hell's Kitchen.

Vincent Lucchese was sitting at the card table, a cigar between his fingers, with several shipping documents spread out in front of him.

The moment the golden ripples penetrated, his movements froze, the column of smoke hung in mid-air, the dealer's hand holding the cards stopped in place, and the man counting money by the wall remained bent over, motionless.

Immediately afterwards, Lucchese’s face suddenly contorted, his lips turned down, and he let out a harsh sob. Tears welled up from the corners of his wrinkled eyes and dripped down his cheeks into the ash of his cigar.

The dealer's mouth gaped open, and tears streamed down his face as if they had been forced out.

The bodyguard tried to raise his hand to wipe his eyes, but his arm felt like it was filled with lead, and he could only let the tears flow into his collar.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously in various parts of New York.

In the makeshift command post converted from a port container, Joseph Bonanno was checking the weapons list with two Eastern European mercenaries. All three froze at the same time, and then a sob burst from deep in their throats, tears dripping onto the tactical map and blurring the ink.

Beside the old railroad tracks in the Bronx, Carmine Colombo had just stepped out of the car when he froze, then slid straight down against the door, letting out a wild howl that startled a flock of wild pigeons on the empty tracks.

In his penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side, Marco Genoa stood before a full-length mirror, tears streaming down his face without warning, soaking a large patch of his shirt, his eyes filled with horror.

Across New York City, the gangsters on the list began to cry at the same second.

Without exception, they stood frozen in place, tears streaming down their faces, their cries rising and falling, sincerely repenting for their past sins.

The top floor of Blackwatch headquarters.

Kingpin and Bullseye felt the ripples pass by like a transparent wall, and neither of them felt anything amiss, but Frank, standing to the side, broke out in a cold sweat.

Frank turned to look at Shen Jue.

Shen Jue remained in the position he had just snapped his fingers in; on the holographic image, the red dots representing the targets were trembling in clusters.

He put his hand down, picked up his coffee, took a sip, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"These children need my love and redemption."

"From this day forward, they will abandon all personal honor and desire, and live only to atone for their past sins."

Even if it means giving up everything.

Frank's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill crept up his spine, which had just been implanted with the S.A.R. Stein.

He had a premonition that the fate of the Earth was about to be truly rewritten in that instant!