A Hundred-Meter-Deep Pit, a Discordant Master-Disciple Relationship

Night fell, as though thick ink had been brushed across the sky.

Under cover of darkness, Matt and Elektra arrived at a large construction site at the intersection of 44th Street and 11th Avenue.

Several fully loaded trucks drove out of the site. A number of armed Men in Black watched the trucks depart before retreating back inside.

"Dirt," Matt said. "That dirt was dug up from here."

"Wilson Fisk—no, he should be called Kingpin now. Kingpin bought this building for the Japanese mob, but he probably doesn't even know why they wanted it." Elektra teased, "Your city isn't so easy to protect if you refuse to kill."

Matt fell silent, not knowing how to answer.

He had originally sent Wilson Fisk to prison through legal means, but Fisk had been released again after just a few days. What was more, he had consolidated most of the gangs under his command, greatly increasing his power.

"It's actually simple. If you kill him, a lot of problems will be solved."

"It's not that easy." Matt gave a bitter smile. "Fisk has woven an intricate web through profit. Many factions serve as his shield."

"So you plan to keep playing games with him like this? You should know that merely sabotaging his business is useless, and it'll keep you on the defensive."

"Elektra." Matt frowned slightly. "You seem especially eager for me to kill."

"I'm just pointing out a shortcut."

"A shortcut?" Matt shook his head speechlessly. "Fisk isn't so easy to kill. He's recruited plenty of experts; I can barely even get close to him. Besides, even if I were going to kill him, I'd have to find the right moment. Otherwise, this city's gangs would become even more rampant than they are now."

"You live such a heavy life because