Neon Gang Wiped Out, Employer is Kingpin!

Okamoto Reiichi watched from inside the ancestral hall, his heart racing with anxiety.

In just a few short seconds, his remaining underlings were being wiped out!

Of course, Okamoto Reiichi didn't truly care about the lives of these men, but he knew that once these bodyguards were dead, his turn would come next.

Seeing his underlings acting so "chivalrous" by engaging the opponent in a fistfight, Okamoto Reiichi couldn't help but roar in fury:

"Baka! Are you all idiots?! If you're out of ammo, use your blades! Have you been in America so long that you've forgotten how to use a sword?!"

Prompted by Okamoto Reiichi's reminder, the underlings being slaughtered by Toby finally remembered: they were authentic Neon Gang samurai, and swords were their true specialty!

They couldn't beat him in hand-to-hand combat, but with so many of them, surely they could hack him to pieces?

If they swarmed him, a single slash from each man would turn him into mincemeat!

The survivors immediately drew the samurai swords from their waists, their confidence restored as they viciously surrounded Toby.

"Using weapons in a freestyle fight?"

Toby scoffed at the sight, showing no fear—only deeper contempt.

Since the opponent was "breaking the rules," there was no need for him to keep playing the human punching bag.

Toby bent his knees slightly and leaped upward.

To the utter disbelief of the remaining Neon Gang members, Toby defied the laws of physics, crouching upside down on a branch of the century-old cherry blossom tree in the center of the courtyard!

But then came something even more inhuman: Toby, hanging from the branch, extended his hands toward them. White spider-silk shot from his wrists, each strand precisely wrapping around the head of a gang member!

Toby pulled on all the silk lines at once, his arms tensing as he hoisted the dozen remaining Neon Gang members into the air, dangling them all from the tree branches!

Thud—

The sound of a soft landing finally jolted the stunned Neon Gang leader, Okamoto Reiichi, back to reality.

Okamoto Reiichi watched in terror as the tall figure stepped into the ancestral hall and began to walk slowly toward him. Behind Toby, the dozen men dangled from the cherry tree, their heads wrapped in silk, struggling frantically as they gasped for air. Fear forced Okamoto to retreat!

But he was already at the back of the hall; there was nowhere left to go. Behind him stood only the ancestral tablets.

His retreat caused him to crash into a pile of his own ancestors' plaques.

It was as if his ancestors were already calling out from the underworld, urging their unfilial descendant to join them quickly!

Okamoto Reiichi didn't want to die. He reached one hand toward his back while extending the other toward the approaching Toby:

"Matte! Matte! You can't kill me! I'm backed by The Hand! If you kill me, The Hand won't let you off!"

"And we can negotiate! I can give you money! Lots and lots of money!"

Faced with Okamoto Reiichi's mix of threats and bribes, Toby remained unmoved, his footsteps never faltering.

Tap, tap, tap. The sound of his footsteps was like the approach of the Grim Reaper.

When Toby was just seven paces away, Okamoto Reiichi's submissive expression vanished in an instant. His face twisted with malice as he whipped a pistol from his back, aimed it at Toby's head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly without hesitation!

"Shine! Shine! Shine!!"

The gun is fast at seven paces, but it is both fast and accurate within seven paces!

This was the greatest iaijutsu of the century!

Unless the opponent was Superman, Okamoto Reiichi didn't believe anyone could dodge his close-range American-style iaijutsu.

Toby wasn't Superman, but he possessed superhuman reflexes.

As if he had known exactly when and where Okamoto would fire, he tilted his head slightly, narrowly dodging every shot aimed at his skull.

"Nani?!"

Okamoto Reiichi's eyes widened. He couldn't believe anyone could dodge bullets, especially rapid-fire shots at such close range!

But before he could reload, he felt his neck tighten and found himself hoisted into the air!

Okamoto immediately tried to raise his gun to smash Toby's head, but the moment he moved, his hand—along with the pistol—was seized by Toby's other hand.

Crunch—

With a sickening sound, Toby violently crushed the pistol and Okamoto's palm together, blending metal and flesh into a mangled mess!

"Ahhhhh! Baka! It hurts! How dare you do this to me, you bastard! I am Okamoto Reiichi of The Hand!"

They say the fingers are connected to the heart.

With his entire palm crushed into pulp, the pain was unimaginable. It made Okamoto temporarily forget his fear of Toby, causing him to scream out in agony.

But soon, Okamoto couldn't scream anymore...

A hand stained with his own blood clamped onto his cheeks, silencing his curses mid-shout!

"I'm sorry, spare me, I'll give you anything..."

Physically silenced by Toby, Okamoto remembered that his life was still in the other man's hands. His eyes filled with terror once more.

He tried to beg for mercy, but because his cheeks were clamped shut, he could only produce muffled, incoherent sounds.

Toby chuckled at the plea: "You'll give me anything? Then lend me your chamber-pot head for a moment. I assume you won't mind, will you?"

"Huh?"

Okamoto Reiichi was stunned, but before he could react, he felt his neck tighten and his body go weightless...

The next moment, he actually saw his own body crash onto the ground!

Nani? How could his body be lying on the floor?

And why was there only a body without a head? Where was his head?

It was truly mind-boggling...

Ten minutes later.

Fisk Tower.

Ding—

Kingpin's private elevator stopped at the top floor of Fisk Tower.

But when the elevator doors opened, the person who stepped out was not the underground emperor of New York, Kingpin, but Toby, who had just slaughtered the entire Neon Gang.

In Toby's hand, he was carrying Okamoto Reiichi's head, which still had an expression of disbelief; the blood flowing from the severed neck had already stained the entire floor of the elevator red!

As Toby walked out of the elevator, the spinal column still attached to Okamoto Reiichi's head dragged across Kingpin's luxurious carpet, leaving a conspicuous trail of blood!

Seeing this scene, which was a gross violation of Fisk Tower's sanitation standards, Kingpin's secretary and security personnel didn't try to stop him; instead, they all lowered their heads, not daring to take a single extra glance at the bloodthirsty figure.

It was as if one more look would cause their own heads to explode...

Ignoring the two guards at the door who were sweating profusely with their heads bowed, Toby kicked open the door to Kingpin's office and walked in.

Inside Kingpin's office, two figures were currently present—one sitting and one standing.

The one sitting was Kingpin, who wore a white suit, stood over two meters tall, and possessed a physique so massive he hardly looked human.

Standing was Bullseye, dressed in a black suit, with standard blonde hair and blue eyes, and a sinister expression.

Watching Toby walk in carrying Okamoto Reiichi's head, Kingpin was not angry; instead, a warm smile spread across his face as he stood up to greet him:

"Oh, look who has come home. It's my best partner, my dearest friend Toby!"

"But why bring the target's head back? Do you think your Uncle Fisk doesn't trust you?"

Toby threw Okamoto Reiichi's head at Kingpin's feet, glanced at him, and said indifferently:

"It has nothing to do with whether you trust me or not. This is professional ethics for a killer. Transfer the money to my black card, and I'll be using your bathroom."