At the top floor of Fisk Tower.
Kingpin, dressed in a black suit, bustled about inside his lavishly decorated yet elegant private quarters.
He whisked the eggs and added butter.
Gently shaking the Frying Pan, he sprinkled a few sprigs of rosemary over it before serving.
Finally, he poured it onto a blue and white porcelain plate.
A fragrant dish of scrambled eggs was complete.
Expressionless, Kingpin gently lifted the plate.
He turned and left the spacious kitchen.
He entered the empty living room.
Beneath the soft glow of the bright chandelier.
A chess match in the center of the living room was engaged in a brutal struggle.
Holding the plate with elegant movements, Kingpin walked up to the chessboard.
He lowered his head and surveyed the board.
He casually picked up a black knight.
Moving it one square to the left, he captured a white pawn.
At the same time, on the enormous screen embedded in the living room wall.
The red number representing Madam Gao's side suddenly flickered and decreased by one.
It seemed to be nothing more than a strange coincidence.
Because Kingpin paid no attention to such a trivial matter.
He merely stared down at the crisscrossing black-and-white board, slightly lost in thought.
For a time, he even forgot about the scrambled eggs on the blue and white porcelain plate.
A few minutes later, the scrambled eggs had cooled slightly.
It was the perfect time to eat them.
Unfortunately, when Kingpin came back to his senses, he tossed even the priceless blue and white porcelain plate into the trash.
Bang—
Just then, one of the wooden living room doors directly opposite the chessboard was forcefully pushed open.
Lester, a blond man with traces of blood on his face, hurried inside.
He quickly approached the chessboard, clasped