A Call with Kingpin

Following this line of thought.

Not only does the brain have metabolic waste, but the body does too.

Of course, Bai Jing wasn't planning to take care of that too.

Human cells are all about use it or lose it; if you do all the work for them every day, they might just become useless at some point!

What Bai Jing was thinking about were the waste products that had already been processed and were waiting to be expelled from the body.

While curses haven't appeared in the Marvel Universe, the movies only show a tiny tip of the iceberg of the entire world.

With Qi and Magic already present, are Annan's various curse techniques real?

But in the future, Bai Jing wouldn't have to fear these things anymore. He wouldn't sweat another drop, wouldn't need to go to the bathroom again, wouldn't bleed, the gas he exhaled wouldn't participate in atmospheric circulation, and the cells and tissues shed from his body would be directly absorbed by the black hole!

Moreover, the application of this energy goes far beyond this!

Expanding on it, he could swallow food he disliked, such as alcohol, making him immune to its effects.

He could eat food given by enemies at will, without worrying about safety, becoming impervious to all poisons!

It is said that the reduction in cell division is caused by something called oxygen free radicals colliding with telomeres, causing them to shorten.

He could also absorb these oxygen free radicals, thereby extending his own lifespan!

The above are just the applications of his swallowing ability!

And then there's the control of gravity!

Just as Bai Jing was about to continue his research, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Come in!" Bai Jing shouted.

The person who entered was Denny, her face as cold as ice.

Looks like I need to change the password! Bai Jing thought, then shut off some of the light intake from his eyes, finally able to ignore the large pores on Denny's face.

Denny handed Bai Jing a Nokia phone.

"Whose call is it?" Bai Jing asked.

This was the boss's sleeping time; was any random call allowed to disturb him?

"Kingpin!" Denny mouthed the words!

"Huh?" Bai Jing was stunned. He took the phone and heard a deep, resonant, and imposing voice from the other end.

"This is Kingpin!"

"No way, man, you're the overlord of the entire American underworld, and you're going to meddle in something as trivial as a gang leadership change in Hell's Kitchen?" Bai Jing asked in shock.

Denny's face instantly turned pale: "B-boss, that's Kingpin, please speak politely!"

"Polite about what?" Bai Jing asked with a smile. "When Kingpin rages, a million corpses lie dead, blood flows for a thousand miles, and the world wears white mourning? Is he worthy of that?"

He's just a scoundrel who can't stand the light of day!

"Of course, I can't be compared to King Qin!" On the other end of the phone, Kingpin's expression turned visibly grim, but he still spoke with the air of a powerful figure. "I don't care who becomes the boss, but you can't touch the Viper Gang. Hell's Kitchen cannot be in chaos right now!"

I just arranged to attack the Viper Gang, and you already got the news? There's a mole!

"You, a mob boss, are worried about social order?" Bai Jing chuckled. "Or is it that now that you're ashore, you don't care about the guys drowning in the water?"

Before he made his fortune, of course, he'd want the situation to be as chaotic as possible, creating more opportunities to rise.

But after becoming a big shot, he'd naturally want stability to enjoy his benefits. It's human nature, but Bai Jing is just starting out now!

Before he could say anything else, he heard a beeping sound from the phone.

Kingpin had hung up!

"Tch, is that all?" Bai Jing was speechless. I didn't even get to unleash my Zuan language, and you chickened out?

"Was that really Kingpin?" Bai Jing asked.

Denny didn't speak but looked at Bai Jing with an indescribable expression, then shook her head. "I remember you Asians are all very humble. Why are you different? Why would you provoke Kingpin? He really kills people!"

"Don't I kill people?" Bai Jing asked curiously. "Your life is also in my hands. Why aren't you as scared of me, but instead afraid of some Kingpin?"

"Uh, this..." Denny faltered. That's right, why?

"America calls Asians a model minority, heavily promoting them as obedient, manageable, and good students. Once they're praised to the heavens, they then logically impose higher taxes, oppress them arbitrarily, and raise admission scores," Bai Jing said with a smile. "You've been brainwashed by your government. Do you think I'm the same as everyone else?"

"Even if I took down the Bront Brothers, in your eyes, I'm still a harmless Asian, not on the same level as Kingpin, who is said to kill people like flies!" Bai Jing smiled.

He really found it interesting.

There are many principles you hear and understand the meaning of, but you don't necessarily truly grasp them.

Like the phrase "quality education," everyone hears it, but there are countless parents who push their children to the brink of despair.

"People share the same heart, principles are the same" is an elementary school text, but very few people truly achieve it.

Even the slogans plastered everywhere like "Pride leads to loss, humility leads to gain," very few people can actually follow. When the S-series comes around, people still get arrogant.

Oh, Bai Jing is also very arrogant right now. He needs to be careful.

When I transmigrated, wasn't it popular to be cautious and brave? Why can't I do that!

Seeing Denny lost in thought, Bai Jing felt quite accomplished.

Everyone likes to see white people praise China, and young men marrying foreign women.

This is a sign of a lack of national confidence, and Bai Jing was no exception; he had to admit this was the truth.

But he was also growing slowly. From the initial slight admiration for America to now wishing he could spit twice before leaving, his progress was quite evident.

"Are the actions for tonight still proceeding?" Denny asked.

"Of course!" Bai Jing smiled and nodded. "I embarrassed Kingpin greatly. According to his personality, he'll definitely want to kill me! And my actions are tonight, so before midnight, there will definitely be an assassin, or several assassins coming!"

"If Kingpin takes me seriously enough, he'll send Bullseye. But if he doesn't take me seriously, it'll probably be some nameless grunt. But it doesn't matter, it's all the same who I fight!" Bai Jing waved his hand. "I know you're all just afraid of my strength right now, so just watch. I saw your file; I remember you graduated from the New York University School of Finance and Management. You can use the afternoon to find some classmates and friends to come over. After we take down the Viper Gang tonight, we'll be short on management!"

Looking at the spirited, confident young man before her, speaking with such power, a string in Denny's heart suddenly snapped!

Bai Jing was right. Because of various propaganda and stereotypes created by movies and TV shows, white women rarely developed feelings for Asian men.

Her willingness to dedicate herself to Bai Jing was merely for survival. If it were any other black man instead of Bai Jing, she would have done the same.

But now, she truly felt that the person before her was a very powerful individual!

Not just powerful in strength, but also in spirit!

Among the entire gangster community, he was like a dragon that had charged into a flock of sheep!

I think I'm really starting to fall in love with him!

But this was immediately followed by a sense of inferiority. She knew how much Asian men valued love and fidelity, and she was undoubtedly completely unqualified.

Denny had never before hated her background so much, hated that she had to take out loans to go to college, hated the Bront Brothers for bringing her into this world...

If I were still young, innocent, wearing glasses, dressed simply, holding thick books, and met him on the street.

Would I have had a chance?

I originally wanted to write the third chapter, but after writing over a thousand words, it felt too toxic, so I deleted it. I wrote another 800, but I'm not in the right state of mind. I'll write it tomorrow.