Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

And those damn homeless people.

These damn scum.

It really is a rat in the sewer.

It actually smelled danger and wanted to bite back desperately.

But don't say they were just parading.

Even though they were rioting in Hell's Kitchen, Fisk had no intention of stopping this time.

Lester is an expert on threats.

By spending money, I bought some leverage over the editors-in-chief.

And by killing a few troublemakers.

It made most newspapers shut up.

Of course, Fisk wasn't trying to stop them from covering the parade.

But he wouldn't allow the parade at all!

He threatened the editors in order to blind them to what was happening next.

Fisk wants to clear all the homeless people out of Hell's Kitchen before the parade begins.

Those who are obedient will be sent to the rescue center.

Those who disobey will rest in hell's kitchen.

In ancient times, when building bridges and paving roads, in order to ensure the strength of the bridges and the smooth flow of roads, it was necessary to drive in piles!

Hell's Kitchen is about to be demolished.

Those who refuse to leave will stay and become the victims of Hell's Kitchen.

Or become one of the first residents of the St. Fix neighborhood.

Of course, it’s the kind that can only move underground!

Fisk had just hung up the phone.

Lester called.

He brought good news: he had found the leader of the homeless people who wanted to lead the parade.

Drink the Coke next to your clean hands.

Fisk puts on his suit.

He glanced in the mirror at the white suit he was wearing.

After hesitating for a moment, he changed into a black suit.

Once blood sticks to a white suit, it is difficult to wash off.

A black suit is better. The blood won’t be visible on it.

After doing all this, Fisk sat back in the boss's chair.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man who was as silent as a lamb to be slaughtered, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Because I have remained silent.

Fisk almost thought he was dead.

"Mr. Richard, you have been thinking about it for fifteen minutes, haven't you made up your mind yet?

The price I offered seemed to be the highest in all of New York.

My time is valuable, can you please not waste it?"

This Mr. Richard is the largest property owner in Hell's Kitchen. After the end of World War II, when New York was expanding, his grandfather bought a small building in Hell's Kitchen and lived the life of a landlord.

Later, as they saved more and more money, Richard's father's generation demolished the small building.

Then they started building an apartment building with hundreds of rooms.

Although Hell's Kitchen is a poor place, people who can own an apartment building are not that poor.

Even though the rental price for each room every month is shockingly low.

But a little bit of money can add up to a considerable income.

Relying on the property left by his ancestors, Mr. Richard has been living a luxurious life in New York!

Unfortunately, Mr. Richard recently became fond of playing Texas Hold'em. In one night, he lost nearly 1.8 million US dollars and was heavily in debt.

Now, all the rent collected every week must be used to pay interest, otherwise there will be death threats from the gang.

Richard was very disgusted with Fisker's acquisition. He was unwilling to sell his source of livelihood.

But the creditors were pressing him harder and harder, and he had no choice but to agree to Fisker's acquisition request.

But at this time, the mayor's real estate company found him.

Willing to pay more US dollars.

No one can refuse US dollars.

What's more, he and Fisk haven't had time to sign a contract yet.

Mr. Richard signed a contract with Russell's real estate company in advance.

But - Mr. Richard, you still underestimated Fisk's strength.

He has already gone to Nevada.

But he was still caught.

"I have signed a contract with Pickham Real Estate Company. Even if you kill me, it will be useless. Now the apartment building belongs to Pickham Company."

"That's not a problem!" Fisk waved his hand nonchalantly. "We have professional lawyers who can support you in suing Pickham. Just say they tricked you into signing the contract, and you are willing to return all the money you received."

"I have used the money to pay off my debts and buy a house."

"It's okay. We have already sold your house and car in Nevada. I will help you make up the remaining money!"

"Fisk...I won't sell the house to you. I will never sell the house to you even if I die!" Mr. Richard suddenly exploded without knowing what was wrong.

Fisk smiled.

It seemed as if he was praising Richard's courage.

But it looked more like a mockery, mocking him for daring to go against himself.

“It’s okay, since you don’t want to sell it, I won’t force you.

Even if the deal doesn't go through, we still have a sense of righteousness. Let's shake hands."

Fisk's words made Richard suddenly stunned.

Richard was tied up and brought all the way from Nevada with his head covered.

He had even prepared himself to die at Fisk's hands.

Anyway, he had already written his will, leaving all his property to his daughter.

But Fisk suddenly changed his attitude?

However, his brain didn't have time to think too much.

His palm had already been joined with Fisk's with excitement and joy.

But the next second Fisk suddenly picked him up and dragged Mr. Richard to his front. Severe pain came from Richard's arm, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead again.

"Mr. Richard, I remember you have a daughter!"

"According to my understanding of the law, if you die unexpectedly, your daughter will become the first heir, right?"

"What are you going to do?"

"You wasted nearly twenty minutes of my time, and in the end you gave me an answer I really didn't like.

So, I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Let your heir come and talk to me!

Of course, she also has to pay off the 1.8 million gambling debt, because the daughter has to pay the father's debt!"

As he spoke, Fisk grabbed his collar, lifted him up from the ground, and dragged him to the window. Richard naturally continued to struggle.

He struggled and kept shouting.

"So it was you. It turned out to be you who set the trap!"

But it's of no use.

Fisk opened the window and sent Richard out.

He suddenly loosened his grip.

Richard did not fall.

He held Fisk's arms tightly with both hands, his face filled with fear and terror, "No, I'll sell it to you, isn't it okay for me to sell it to you?"

Fisk looked at him coldly.

He suddenly withdrew his arm after losing the last support.

Richard could no longer control himself and fell from the building.

In the small square below.

The place was crowded with blindfolded homeless people.

And there were more homeless people with their hands and feet tied and their eyes blindfolded, being pressed in from all directions.

The gunmen heard Richard's screams.

They immediately scattered in all directions, but the blindfolded homeless people were not so lucky. Three or four homeless people who were squatting below were directly hit by Richard who fell from a high altitude. Without any surprise, these three or four homeless people were knocked down in an instant, and screams were heard one after another. Two of them died on the spot, and the other two continued to vomit blood while screaming.

This made the homeless people who were originally squatting quietly become restless again.

Although they couldn't see it, they could hear it, especially the screams that were right next to their ears.

However, as the gunmen punched and kicked, they fell silent again.