An Insult to Beasts, a More Perfect Solution

"You're right. Almost no one can resist me, except... people like you."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't get the wrong idea." Aaron chuckled. "The reason I'm not under your control is because my willpower is strong enough."

"Bullshit! My power can't be resisted with willpower."

"Well, you saw it today." Aaron spread his hands. "Your power may work on ordinary people. Their mental strength is limited, but mine clearly exceeds the upper limit of your ability.

Thank Gandalf Dumbledore. When I went on adventures with that old bastard, he always found ways to train this aspect of my ability. Looking at it now, he really had foresight!"

"Training?" Kilgrave seemed to think of something. "Then that means if my power becomes strong enough, I can suppress your willpower, right?"

"Theoretically, yes, but you can't suppress mine.

Sometimes, the upper limit of willpower is determined by one's background and talent." As Aaron spoke, he spun the gun. "This gun has six bullets. Each one is worth a hundred dollars."

"Money? I can give you however much you want."

"Sorry, a gentleman loves wealth but acquires it properly.

I'm no gentleman, and I need money badly too, but I know there are lines that cannot be crossed. Once you do certain things once, there'll be a second and a third time." Aaron aimed the gun at Kilgrave. "Take a guess. How many bullets will you take?"

"You won't shoot." Kilgrave forced himself to sound calm. "If I die, you'll go to prison too."

Aaron blinked. The pattern on Snake Eater suddenly flashed, and a brass bullet shot from its pitch-black muzzle without making a sound.

"Ah!" Kilgrave let out a scream. A bloody hole had been blasted through his left arm, crimson blood pouring from the wound and quickly staining his purple suit