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“Then wait until I get back to New York,” Diana replied to Fisker.

Aren't you in New York?

"Emmm, I just got a nice car in Los Angeles, and I'm on my way back to New York now." Diana was unusually a little embarrassed, after all, she wasn't without a car, but she had her eye on Tony's car for a while.

However, they were never able to take this beautiful big guy with them.

Now it's time to enjoy this car to the fullest. After all, it's not my money, so I should enjoy it more.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you in New York.” With that, Fisk hung up the phone.

Diana didn't mind; she simply enjoyed this sense of speed, so different from when she flew herself, even though it no longer brought any of that so-called adrenaline rush or excitement.

But Diana still loved this feeling, as if she had never left this world.

While Fisk and Diana were on the phone, a meeting was being held at a high table in Europe, a meeting that would determine their future way of life.

"We barely escaped the clutches of the gods. Now you're telling me we're going to return to the rule of those heavenly beings? That's impossible!" A bearded man roared, slamming his fist on the table, completely lacking any semblance of decorum.

The other female elder at the high table maintained a calm and composed expression throughout, only frowning slightly when the bearded man slammed his fist on the table.

"So what do you plan to do? Send someone to assassinate her?" An elder sitting furthest from the bearded man asked calmly.

After he finished speaking, the bearded man had nothing more to say.

Everyone sitting here knows exactly what kind of person that woman is. Forget assassination, even a massive human wave wouldn't be able to harm her in the slightest.

"So we're just going to sit here and wait for some nouveau riche from America to step into the hall of fame? Just because he has a god standing behind him?" The Indian guy next to him couldn't stand it anymore. Letting a completely nameless guy take a slice of the cake? No normal person could accept that.

Who hasn't fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood to finally stand here?

"Don't forget, you were all peasants before," the woman who hadn't spoken until now suddenly said.

"Jaina, what do you mean by that?"

The woman called Jaina took a sip of the water in front of her, then continued to speak to the others: "Don't forget, each of us is here because our ancestors were protected by gods."

"So what? We're the ones who call the shots now!" The bearded man stood up and roared at Jaina.

Gianna wasn't surprised by the bearded man's outburst, which had been the same man ever since he learned Wilson Fisk was going to step onto the high table: "You've lost the most basic judgment, Murti Bartolovich."

“Really? That’s because that bastard came in and tried to take the best parts of my land,” Murti Bartolovich shouted at Gianna.

“Perhaps having him replace you would be a good choice.” Jaina calmly uttered the most chilling words, “You are no longer suited for the high table. You are constantly losing your composure, and you don’t even have the demeanor of an elder.”

Bartolovich laughed and said, "What? Are you sending a country bumpkin to replace me?"

Jaina stared at his bearded, sullen face: "At least, that country bumpkin wouldn't show such an ugly expression just because a newcomer is here."

"Moreover, Fisk now has a real god who exists on Earth behind him."

"Then kill them!"

At this moment, Bartolovich had completely lost his mind, and the other elders at the high table could only shake their heads and tacitly end this farcical meeting.

Chapter 70 Announcement, Update Tonight

For some reason, the update will be tonight.

Chapter 71 Journey to Sokovia

In the azure sky, a large white and blue bird slowly landed in front of Fisk.

As the gangway was lowered, Diana stepped out.

"Stark's plane?" Fisk looked at the brightly lit Stark name on the plane.

“Yes, we get along quite well.” Diana nodded. “So what do you plan to do now?”

Fisk said to Diana, "If I could, I would like to go to Sokovia now; they should all be together by now."

"Gathered together? It seems the sense of urgency you've instilled in them is far more serious than I thought." Diana truly hadn't expected this fat man to hold such an important position in the eyes of those guys at the high table.

Fisk knew very well that the only person who could make the guy at the high table so ready to pounce was the woman beside him.

Diana was not unaware of this, but what she truly desired to see was not the twelve rulers at the high table.

The people she wanted to meet were the representatives of those pantheons.

Hopefully, those guys won't disappoint her; after all, they still hold the title of god. Let them not turn out to be just empty shells, easily popped balloons.

"Miss Prince, a plane to Europe arranged by Mr. Stark is ready." At this moment, a ground crew member walked up to Diana and said to her.

“Okay, thank you.” Diana replied with a smile.

The ground crew nodded to Diana, and then gave a friendly nod to the tall and imposing Fiske standing to the side.

As the ground crew drove away, a Boeing 737 with the same livery slowly came to a stop on the tarmac not far away. However, this aircraft, too, had been modified by Tony Stark to have a rather futuristic feel.

"You've already prepared the plane?" Fisk hadn't expected that Diana would have already prepared a plane to Sokovia at this time.

Diana shook her head and said, "No, it's just a flight to Europe. We'll tell them the specific country on the plane. Jarvis will handle everything."

“I thought we’d have to wait a while.” Fisk had clearly underestimated Diana’s curiosity about those agents of the gods.

Diana walked towards Stark's private jet first: "Let's go, we don't need too many people this time."

Fisker remained silent and simply followed Diana toward the plane.

This time they're heading straight for the High Table's headquarters; even bringing men along wouldn't make much difference. Does anyone think they can just freely enter and leave someone else's headquarters with just a few guns?

Of course, the woman in front of him was not among them.

"What are you doing if you're not getting on the plane?" Diana was about to enter the cabin when she noticed that the big, fat man in the white suit had already fallen behind her.

"It's nothing." Fisk pushed all other thoughts out of his mind and simply followed Diana into the cabin.

Diana didn't want to delve into Fisk's somewhat unusual behavior just now, and simply said to the crew, "Let's go. We're going to Sokovia."

"No problem, Miss Prince." The flight attendant smiled and nodded.

Diana could only say that sometimes, money really does have its advantages. When she explained to Tony that her final destination was Europe, the tycoon had already arranged all the private flight routes from the United States to Europe that he could use.

His private jet could reach the location as long as Diana could name it.

There's no way around it; almost every wealthy guy I know possesses this kind of power. If Stark Industries were still manufacturing weapons, this power would likely be even greater. The power of a military-industrial complex is incomparable to that of an ordinary company. Of course, if you have hundreds or thousands of tons of vibranium in your hands, then this doesn't apply.

Vibranium is extremely rare, and it's quite difficult to find any in the outside world.

Seated in Stark's plush cabin seat, Diana could only mutter one thing: "Damn rich people. Rich people in any world."

Fisk sat there, watching the scenery outside the airplane window gradually change, and then the view kept getting higher.

Even the biggest underground boss in all of New York was shocked by Stark's extravagance in this regard. After all, what respectable tycoon would buy so many private jets?

However, he quickly calmed down and thought about the scenario when facing the high table.

It was a long-established dark organization, and there were always people who were unwilling to have their power taken away by a nouveau riche from New York, or even replaced by him.

I reckon that as soon as I arrive in Sokovia, I'll receive a gift from someone at the high table.

Moreover, this gift should be quite substantial.

Fisk didn't include Diana in the discussion; after all, no one with a sound mind would think of dragging a deity from the mortal realm into a human battlefield.

“What if they attack you?” Fisk asked Diana.

Although it sounded like a fantasy, Fisk knew very well how crazy a person could be when driven to the brink, and an attack on Diana was not an impossible thing.

Human beings will cling to even the slightest hope, however small. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will never give up.

“I am a warrior, Fisk.” Diana’s gaze, which had been looking out the porthole, fell on Fisk. “My previous companions were too kind, so they let humans attack them instead of killing them. But I am not, and you must understand that.”

Although Diana did not directly answer Fisk's question, she had already made it clear what kind of attitude he had towards humans who attacked her.

What is a soldier's final reaction to a sudden attack?

In battle, anything that poses a threat to her will become a target for her attack.

Sitting in front of Fisk was a true warrior, a warrior who had no aversion to killing.

“It seems you’re worried that some of those guys might be courting death.” Diana understood why Fisk asked her this question; he was simply worried that something unexpected might happen when they landed in Sokovia.

Fisk simply looked at Diana without making any move, but that conveyed that he understood.

"To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to them launching an attack."

Fisk clearly saw the fighting spirit in Diana's eyes—a thirst for battle.

“If they can get their hands on all the God Agents at the High Table, then I’ll have some respect for them.” Diana propped her head up with her hand, staring intently at Fisk like a tiger ready to pounce.

Diana made a small gap between her index finger and thumb on her hand.

"It's not much, though."

Feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the woman before him, Fisk could only quickly avert his gaze, avoiding Diana's eyes. He had already experienced that feeling of being killed at any moment once in Hell's Kitchen.

I don't want to go through this again.

But who can restrain the woman in front of them?

Fisk glanced at Diana out of the corner of his eye.

Powerful, confident, loves fighting, and has the ability to flip the table at any moment...

Diana naturally noticed Fisk glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, but simply gave him her almost signature gentle smile.

Fisk quickly averted his gaze.

The two acted as if their conversation had never happened, and the plane returned to calm.

Chapter 72 Alliance

Just as Diana and Fisk were on their way to Sokovia, Murti Bartolovich, who had lost his composure at the High Table Conference, was approached by a group of mysterious men.

"Who are you people?" Bartolovich looked warily at the group of men who had appeared in his room. These men all had bulging waists, clearly not some small gang.

"You don't need to know who we are. You just need to know that we have a common enemy." The man crossed his legs, completely unconcerned that the person he was facing was one of the twelve most powerful people in the underground world.

Bartolovich realized these men weren't after him, so he relaxed. Since he'd said they shared a common enemy, then the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"So your target is also Wilson Fisk?" Bartolovich walked to his liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a glass, and poured one for the man as well.