Fisk's Decision

Gospel Company?

Fisk had already made up his mind. To save Vanessa, the love of his life, he would brave a mountain of blades, a sea of flames, dragon pools, and tiger dens if he had to.

But once the doctor named that place, Fisk wanted nothing more than to grab one of those huge iron balls on chains and smash the doctor into the wall—the kind where he got mashed so flat and sticky they could not scrape him off.

Just how much commission did you get from that company?! Did you forget that I was the one who introduced that company to you so you could market for them?! Have you been lying for so long that you actually believe it yourself now?!

Fisk's opinion of Gospel Company was abysmal. At first, he knew the company had some real strength, as well as military ties and government backing. But as the saying went, even a mighty dragon could not overpower a local snake. He had figured that having a company like that help him launder money would be safer.

Yet this trip had gone completely wrong. Whether they were fierce dragons crossing the river or not, money laundering had turned into paying protection money. How could he possibly feel good about that?

If that were all, it would have been fine. To save Vanessa, Fisk could let go of such petty grudges. He could even swallow his pride and ask them for help. But he simply could not trust Gospel Company's medical technology!

That was because Gospel Company had asked him for a favor: make every doctor in Hell's Kitchen, whether quack doctor or legitimate doctor, sell their medicine. As a crime boss, Fisk had done that sort of thing before. But what kind of drugs had they