Kingpin Is That Pigg

January 15th.

As news spread like wildfire, the citizens of Hell's Kitchen were in an uproar.

They all knew the situation in their district. The appearance of a drug-free demonstration zone here was like a lamb among wolves.

Normally, this lamb would be swarmed by the wolves and torn to shreds with nothing left!

But this time was different. This demonstration zone had a hunter guarding it with a gun.

No matter how rampant the gangs were, would they dare attack the police?

"Let's go!" Bai Jing said softly after watching the police's performance.

Matt nodded and followed Bai Jing, his body instinctively falling half a step behind.

At SpongeBob Hall, those present at the meeting included Vice President Ryan Daling, Combat Department Head Sano Billson, Deputy Head Hu Tianxiang, Logistics Department Deputy Head Wade, Personal Secretary Denny Roberts, and Lumira Iro Pavlichenko, who was reading a book nearby.

Ah, this Russian loli is my favorite, because her name is so long.

President Pigg was still recuperating from excessive bloodletting, and Logistics Department Head Alba Khan was busy sorting out the financial issues of the two gangs.

"What is she doing?" Bai Jing pointed at Lumira.

"I suggested she read a book this morning. At her age, she should be in school!" Matt said from beside him.

"Indeed!" Bai Jing nodded. "Denny, find her a Chinese tutor. She can study abroad in China in the future..."

America's education system would corrupt people. It would be better for her to receive some socialist education. After all, it was easy for foreigners to get into Tsinghua University.

"Yes!" Denny nodded seriously.

Bai Jing looked at her strangely. Why did it feel like she had changed somewhere?

She had been acting so flirtatious just yesterday.

But it didn't matter.

"Let me introduce you all to the new legal consultant of the society, Matt Murdock!" Bai Jing moved aside to reveal Matt behind him.

The department heads quickly paid their respects. After all, Matt was a celebrity in Hell's Kitchen, and his reputation as a blind lawyer was well-known.

Furthermore, they all knew the situation of the Order Society. The president was just a figurehead, and the vice president was just an errand runner.

None of them, the department heads, were clean. If not for their positions, they might have been among the 177 people arrested by the police.

Bai Jing himself was the chief consultant, so Matt's position, holding the title of consultant, was self-evident.

"The organization has just been established, and many things haven't been done yet. I'll have to trouble you with them!" Bai Jing said. "Like registering a company and so on!"

"I'll do my best!" This was a lawyer's job, so Matt readily agreed.

"Also, we're very short on talent!" Bai Jing looked at the people in the room and continued, "Those guys downstairs are fine when they go out to rob people, but if they had to protect an employer, they'd probably scare the employer to death. So, I want to invite Frank Castle to be the organization's military consultant. Can you contact him?"

"His personality..." Matt hesitated. He knew how much this anti-hero, who came from the Marines, hated the underworld after his entire family was killed by gangsters.

He wished all gangsters would die!

"That's exactly the kind of consultant we need, someone who won't show any mercy!" Bai Jing said with a smile. "What do you think?"

Matt nodded. "That's true."

He still disagreed with Bai Jing's decisions many times, but he rarely said it directly anymore.

Because he believed Bai Jing's wisdom surpassed his own, and things he couldn't understand immediately, he could comprehend after thinking about them later.

Bai Jing nodded. Frank had been evaluated by Hard-boiled Egg as a Level 10 agent. His combat skills had reached the peak of human ability.

For such talent, ordinary security companies would probably have to offer millions in annual salary.

But if Bai Jing invited him, it probably wouldn't cost that much. He could talk to Frank about dreams.

Just like what he had talked about with Matt.

Also, although Bai Jing was powerful, he didn't come from a martial arts family and had basically never fought anyone in his life. When he encountered enemies, he usually just charged headfirst.

If Frank could design a good combat style, that would be great.

"Also!" Bai Jing looked at Combat Department Head Sano again. "In the next few days, investigate which factions control the area from 35th Street to 44th Street. Give me a report within seven days, and also, properly train your men. Stop f*cking shooting into the air!"

"Yes!" Sano and Hu Tianxiang beside him quickly nodded.

"In seven days, we will launch a full-scale attack to flatten this half of the avenue!" Bai Jing said sternly.

He heavily circled a square on the map.

From 35th Street to 46th Street in the north, and from 10th Avenue to 12th Avenue in the east, this was already 1/4 of Hell's Kitchen's territory!

Sano and Hu Tianxiang looked at the map in shock, hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Their combat effectiveness wasn't great, but their enemies weren't much better.

Facing Mr. Bai, who had Superman-like abilities, they were all just weaklings!

"So, facing my actions, what are you going to do?" Bai Jing looked into the distance.

He was very curious. Facing the power he had displayed, what move would Kingpin, who could fight evenly with anyone in the original story, make?

"A terrifying opponent!" The television was completely broken. Kingpin sank deep into the sofa, lost in thought.

He wasn't afraid of challenges. Rising from a small-time thug to a kingpin of the underworld, he had faced countless hardships along the way.

But in the end, it was he who succeeded, not others.

However, this couldn't be attributed to him being too strong; it could only be said that his opponents were too weak!

Before his rise, the entire underworld was basically monopolized by Italians. These Italians adhered to an ancient family system, where the boss was called the Godfather, and subordinates were called leaders, elders, and so on.

Over twenty major families monopolized all the illegal trades in America, including firearms, drugs, and human trafficking.

But with the end of the Cold War, the global economic recovery, the birth of a global village, and the influx of immigrants, the Mafia, facing the impact of foreign immigrants, quickly revealed many characteristics such as slow reaction, rigid practices, and soft-heartedness.

Calling them soft-hearted might sound ridiculous, but that was the reality. The Mafia rarely killed people when they were at their peak. The former New York gang leader, from taking office at 22 until he was assassinated on the streets of New York at 67, had murdered less than 60 people. Can you believe that?

Those gangs from Mexico, Southeast Asia, and Asia killed more than that number in a single year!

And the assassination of this Mafia leader on the streets of New York marked the beginning of the end for the Mafia families.

Of course, this story is too long and would be a waste of space, so it won't be told here.

In short, Kingpin seized an opportune moment when an old overlord was in decline and a multitude of heroes were rising.

And these heroes came from places like Mexico, Southeast Asia, and Asia.

Asians were naturally rejected by Caucasians, and Mexicans had too low an education level and lacked foresight. They were daring and willing to fight, but lacked long-term vision.

Therefore, it was not surprising that Kingpin, who was both capable of fighting and possessed deep wisdom and foresight, could rise to power when facing opponents who were either mindless or intelligent but suppressed by society.

The famous English singer Lei Jun once said, "If you stand in the right wind, even a pig can fly."

Kingpin was that pig.