Kingpin Was That Pig

January 15.

As the news spread rapidly, the citizens of all Hell's Kitchen erupted.

They all knew what their neighborhood was like. A drug-free model district appearing here was like a sheep appearing in a pack of wolves.

Normally, the wolves would swarm the sheep and tear it apart until not a scrap of flesh remained!

But this time was different. This model district had an armed hunter guarding it.

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

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

Matt nodded. As he followed Bai Jing forward, he instinctively kept half a step behind.

At SpongeBob Hall, those attending the meeting included Vice President Ryan Daling, Combat Department Head Sano Billson, Deputy Head Hu Tianxiang, Logistics Department Deputy Head Wade, living secretary Denny Roberts, and Lumira Iro Pavlichenko, who was reading in the corner.

Well, this little Russian girl was his favorite because her name was so long.

President Pigg had lost too much blood and was still recovering, while Logistics Department Head Alba Khan had been sorting out the finances of the two gangs.

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

"I suggested this morning that she read some books. At her age, she should be going to school!" Matt said from beside him.

"That's true!" Bai Jing nodded. "Denny, find her a Mandarin teacher. She can study in China later..."

American education would only lead people astray. It would be better for her to receive some socialist education. Besides, it was easy for foreigners to get into Shuimu University.

"Yes!" Denny nodded seriously.

Bai Jing gave her a strange look. Why did it feel like something about her had changed?

She had been acting so flirtatious all day yesterday.

But it did not matter.

"Let me introduce everyone. This is the society's new legal counsel, Matt Murdock!" Bai Jing stepped aside to reveal Matt behind him.

The department heads hurriedly greeted him. Matt was already a well-known figure in Hell's Kitchen, and his reputation as a blind lawyer was impressive.

Besides, they all knew what the Order Society was like. The president was merely a figurehead, while the vice president was little more than an errand runner.

None of these department heads had clean records, either. If not for their positions, they would probably have been among the 177 people the police had taken away.

Bai Jing himself was the chief consultant. Matt, carrying the title of consultant, naturally held an imaginable status.

"The organization has only just been established, and there are many things we haven't had time to do yet. I'll have to trouble you!" Bai Jing said. "Things like registering a company!"

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

"Also, we're severely short on talent!" Bai Jing looked around the room before continuing. "The people downstairs are fine when it comes to robbing someone for money, but if we ask them to protect clients, they'll probably scare the clients to death. So I want to invite Frank Castle to serve as the organization's military advisor. Can you get in touch with him?"

"His personality..." Matt hesitated. He knew exactly how much this former Marine antihero hated the Mafia after his entire family had been murdered by them.

He wished every gangster would die!

"That's exactly the kind of advisor we need—someone who won't be soft-hearted!" Bai Jing smiled. "What do you think?"

Matt nodded. "That does make sense!"

He still disagreed with many of Bai Jing's decisions, but he rarely voiced those objections directly anymore.

Because he believed Bai Jing's wisdom ran deeper than his own. If he could not understand something for the moment, he could think it over carefully afterward and eventually grasp it.

Bai Jing nodded. Hard-boiled Egg had rated Frank as a Level Ten agent, and his combat skills had already reached the pinnacle of humanity.

To hire someone like that, an ordinary security company would probably have to offer an annual salary in the millions, perhaps even tens of millions.

But Bai Jing probably would not need to spend that much. He could talk to Frank about dreams.

Just like the things he had discussed with Matt.

Besides, although Bai Jing was strong, he had not come from a martial arts family. He had barely fought anyone while growing up, and whenever he encountered an enemy, he basically just charged straight in.

If he could get Frank to design a decent combat style for him, that would be good as well.

"Also!" Bai Jing turned to Sano, the Combat Department Head. "Over the next couple of days, investigate the forces from 35th Street to 44th Street. Give me the results within seven days. And train your people properly while you're at it. Don't fucking fire into the sky again!"

"Yes!" Sano and Hu Tianxiang, beside him, hurriedly nodded.

"In seven days, we'll mobilize everyone and sweep clean this half of the avenue!" Bai Jing said sharply.

He heavily drew a box on the map.

From 35th Street in the north to 46th Street, and from Tenth Avenue in the east to Twelfth Avenue—this was already one-quarter of Hell's Kitchen!

Sano and Hu Tianxiang stared at the map in shock. After hesitating for a moment, they nodded heavily again.

Their combat strength was not that great, but their enemies were not much better.

Before Mr. Bai, who possessed Superman-like abilities, they were nothing but chickens and dogs!

"So, in the face of my moves, what are you doing?" Bai Jing looked into the distance.

He was very curious. Faced with the power he had displayed, what card would Kingpin, who in the original story could fight anyone to a draw, play?

"What a terrifying opponent!" The television had been completely destroyed. Kingpin's entire body sank into the sofa as he pondered.

He was not afraid of challenges. He had climbed from being a lowly thug to becoming an underworld emperor, and he had experienced no shortage of hardships along the way.

Yet in the end, he had still succeeded while others had not.

But that did not mean he was particularly strong. It only meant his opponents were too weak!

Before his rise, the entire underworld had basically been monopolized by Italians. These Italians adhered to an ancient family system: the boss was called the Godfather, while those beneath him were called captains, elders, and the like.

More than twenty major families monopolized guns, drugs, human trafficking, and all manner of illegal trade across America.

But with the end of the Cold War, the global economic recovery, the birth of the global village, and the influx of immigrants, the Mafia quickly exposed many flaws when faced with the impact of outsiders: slow reactions, rigid methods, excessive mercy, and more.

Calling them soft-hearted might sound ridiculous, but it was the truth. When the Mafia dominated, they rarely killed people. One New York Mafia boss took office at twenty-two and was assassinated on the streets of New York at sixty-seven, yet he had ordered the murder of fewer than sixty people. Would you believe that?

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

And that Mafia boss being stabbed in the back on the streets of New York marked the beginning of the Mafia families' downfall.

Of course, that story was far too long, and telling it would waste too much space, so it would not be written here.

In short, Kingpin had caught a favorable moment when the old hegemon declined and many contenders rose.

And those contenders came from places like Mexico, Southeast Asia, and Asia.

Asians were naturally rejected by white people. Mexicans had received too little education and lacked vision. They dared to fight and take risks, but they had no foresight.

So it was no surprise that Kingpin, who could fight and possessed deep wisdom, rose with the tide against brainless opponents and intelligent opponents suppressed by society.

The famous English singer Lei Jun once said that when standing in the wind, even pigs could fly.

Kingpin was that pig.