Manhattan's most chaotic district, Hell's Kitchen, was like the sewer of all New York.
Its level of disorder had drawn elites from every walk of life. In a certain sense, it could even be compared to the Underhive.
In the past, Obadiah, a veteran of Stark Industries Group, naturally would not have thought much of these bottom-feeding scum. Unfortunately, times had changed.
If he had not been driven into a dead end, he would never have been willing to seek out "Wilson."
Wilson Fisk was a famous real-estate tycoon throughout New York City. He was generous and charitable, having participated in numerous philanthropic activities. In the eyes of many, he was a kindhearted entrepreneur.
Unfortunately, everything had two sides, just like Wilson Fisk.
He also concealed another, little-known identity: the underworld emperor of America, "Kingpin"—a name that struck terror into everyone's heart!
His ruthless, cunning methods and overwhelming background gave Kingpin a position as steady as Mount Tai.
Any gang that offended "Kingpin" would have its members' heads removed and delivered to the top floor of Fisk Tower, to the desk of that underworld emperor, before the next day even arrived.
That was precisely why Obadiah did not want to seek out "Wilson."
Unfortunately, Pepper Potts had secretly infiltrated the office to investigate, alerting Obadiah to the danger. He suspected that his good nephew had already begun to suspect him.
Having learned from his previous experience, Obadiah had deeply understood one principle.
If he was going to do it, he had to do it thoroughly!
Since his good nephew insisted on blocking his path, he might as well be decisive and get rid of him!
As he pondered this, he arrived at Fisk Tower.
Obadiah parked the car and pushed open the door. "Take me to see Wilson."
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