Kingpin and The Hand

Thud—

A solid wood office desk weighing five hundred kilograms was violently overturned onto the floor.

Even the hard black marble floor was covered in fine cracks.

The precious antiques that had been displayed on the desk for amusement, along with computer documents and other clutter, instantly scattered across the floor.

Clink, clink, clink—

An ancient Asian copper coin rolled and bounced, slowly coming to a stop at someone's feet.

Expressionless, Bullseye Lester seemed to turn a blind eye to the scene before him.

He remained silent, waiting for the storm to pass.

Several meters away, a Huge Figure who stood a full head taller than Bullseye even while seated slowly rose to his feet.

"I will not allow anything beyond my control to happen in this world..."

A low voice slowly rang out. The speaker's face was impassive.

Yet his eyes seemed to be filled with endlessly surging rage.

But that anger quickly settled.

He unexpectedly returned to his usual calm.

The two-meter-tall Wilson Fisk lowered his head and adjusted the white suit nearly burst apart by his massive frame.

At this moment, he suddenly asked Bullseye:

"Lester, what do you think about this?"

"Boss, I only wanted to say..."

The blond man standing before Wilson gently shook his head.

As he continuously toyed with a metal ring on his finger, he said with a faint smile:

"This isn't worth getting angry over. I told you long ago that the Triads would inevitably become an obstacle to your rule over the underworld. Especially after you established rules and order, greatly restricting their sources of income... betrayal was only a matter of time. Besides, those people aren't even the same race as us..."

At this moment, Lester was like a treacherous villain skilled at twisting words.

His lazy tone seemed to conceal venomous barbs.

"Oh? Did you say that? Why don't I remember?"

Wilson looked down at Lester with an impassive expression and replied blandly.

At the same time, his gaze swept back and forth over the other man's head.

As though he wanted to crack it open and see what was inside.

Who knew how much time passed.

Wilson's deep voice echoed through the empty room once more.

"Lester... what's the price of your betrayal? Or have you already betrayed me?"

"How could I—"

"Boss, you didn't just save my life. You're probably the only one who can tolerate my little hobby of being obsessed with killing..."

Questioned, Lester hurriedly bowed.

He lowered his head in submission.

Yet beneath that concealed face, flecks of green light appeared deep within his cold, merciless eyes before quietly vanishing.

As though he had sensed Lester's sincerity, Wilson suddenly turned his towering, muscular body.

With his back to Lester, he stared out at the city of New York beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows and slowly said:

"Go. Gather every man who still obeys! Don't hold back for anything!"

"Perhaps only death and blood can forge a true empire. For me, who conquered the West Coast, this is merely a small ripple..."

"Tomorrow, there won't be a single police officer in the blocks around Fisk Tower... An outsider gang with no foundation dares to betray me? Then let them see my true power!"

Riiip—

In an instant, the back of 'Kingpin' Wilson seemed to swell even further.

His expensive white suit was abruptly split apart by terrifying muscles, letting out a tearing sound.

"Long live Kingpin...!"

Just then, Lester, who had kept his head bowed, suddenly lifted his face and cried out fervently.

Yet a faint trace of mockery flashed across the corner of his mouth.

My Lord, long live My Lord!

Manhattan, Chinatown.

Within an antique-style garden.

Madam Gao, dressed in a dark red qipao with her white hair tied up, knelt in meditation inside an octagonal pavilion.

Suddenly, her tightly shut eyelids trembled slightly, and she abruptly opened her eyes.

Whoosh—

A man completely clad in black ninja attire emerged from the building's shadows.

He appeared before Madam Gao.

Before Madam Gao could speak.

The black-clad ninja faced the expressionless Madam Gao.

And coldly asked:

"Lord Murakami sent me to ask why you chose to go to war with 'Kingpin' at this time. Why did you sabotage the plan to excavate the underground 'Dragon Bone'?"

Before his words had even faded.

Madam Gao slowly rose from the ground.

She walked over to a nearby tea table.

Her slender fingers picked up several sticks of incense, and without raising her head, she said:

"'Kingpin' has too strong a desire to control the gangs under him. He will not allow us to excavate the underground 'Dragon Bone'... Besides, it has always been only the Triads' people carrying out the excavation. When have you ever truly participated? Haven't you merely been reaping the benefits without lifting a finger?"

"You—"

Anger rose in the black-clad ninja's eyes, and his hand moved to the weapon at his waist.

He took a deep breath and continued:

"Without the help of the other four Fingers, do you think you can handle 'Kingpin's' counterattack? Or have you already given up on immortality? How much longer can that shell of yours hold out?"

Madam Gao raised her head.

Her gaze fixed on the black-clad ninja.

A mocking smile appeared on her pale face as she softly said:

"If you want the 'Dragon Bone,' go dig it up yourselves... My faction has only one task right now: a decisive battle with 'Kingpin'! Even if we suffer heavy losses, this war must continue! We must achieve victory!"

Faced with Madam Gao's determination.

The black-clad ninja no longer tried to persuade her. He said coldly:

"I will inform Lord Murakami... You will receive no support whatsoever from The Hand in this war!"

"Fight 'Kingpin' alone with your Triads!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clad ninja rapidly formed hand seals with both hands.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body melted into the shadows on the ground like a pool of murky sewage.

He vanished without a trace.

Madam Gao seemed accustomed to such an unnatural sight.

She casually tossed away the incense between her fingers.

Then turned and walked out of the octagonal pavilion.

Expressionless, Madam Gao walked straight through the garden.

She seemed not to notice the flowers and plants she had once treasured.

By the time Madam Gao reached an open area.

Her view was filled with gang members organizing equipment and checking their firearms.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Just then, Madam Gao lightly clapped her hands several times.

Once she had drawn most of their attention, she slowly said:

"Brothers, the war between the Triads and our enemies has begun..."

"No mercy! No survivors! Fight to the death! Anyone who serves 'Kingpin' is an enemy standing in our way!"

"This is a war of survival between gangs! The strong devour the weak—that is the truth!"

"Go! Fight for the future you deserve!"

Madam Gao's words were slow and calm.

She did not employ any impassioned speechmaking techniques.

But the many subordinates showed no intention of retreating.

In an instant, the sound of countless guns being cocked echoed all around.

At this moment, a flash of green light vanished from Madam Gao's eyes.

"For... My Lord!"

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