Kingpin's Call, New Mission?

Thanks to Toby saving her life twice, Gwen's love for him had reached its peak. With no other way to repay him, she could only give herself to him...

So everything happened as naturally as it should...

However, the process did not last as long as imagined—certainly not an entire sleepless night like in those female-oriented CEO romance novels.

First, Toby was not some domineering CEO.

Second, Gwen was a first-timer.

Toby was a seasoned veteran, while Gwen was still untouched territory.

So before night had even fallen, Gwen had already drifted into a deep sleep, while Toby stood on the hotel balcony, smoking a post-coital cigarette.

But he had barely taken two puffs when his phone rang.

When he picked it up, he saw that it was Kingpin, who had not contacted him for nearly two weeks.

And Kingpin generally would not disturb him unless there was something going on.

So it seemed another job had come in.

He had just spent ten million dollars customizing a suit for Peter, so this was a good chance to recoup some of that money.

A smile curled across Toby's lips as he picked up the phone and answered. "My generous benefactor, what lucrative job do you have for me this time?"

Kingpin's hearty laughter came through the phone. "Hahaha, dear Toby, you guessed right. This time, there really is a major job that requires you personally—and it's even bigger than the job I gave you last time, wiping out the Neon Gang!"

Toby's eyes immediately lit up!

After all, when Kingpin had hired him to wipe out the Neon Gang last time, the offer had been ten million dollars—the highest commission he had ever received for a job!

After all, jobs like wiping out an entire gang did not come around often.

Under normal circumstances, the jobs Kingpin gave him only involved taking out a gang leader, and a commission of several million dollars was already considered generous!

Only high-intensity jobs like eliminating an entire gang could possibly break the ten-million-dollar mark.

This was a genuine big job!

The kind where one job could keep him fed for an entire year!

Thus, without even asking what the job was, Toby said directly, "I'll take it. Tell me the location, the target, and, most importantly, the commission this time!"

Kingpin was not surprised that Toby had agreed before even asking what the job entailed.

This was not the first time Toby had done so. As long as the commission was high enough, there was no job Toby could not complete.

That was one reason Kingpin valued Toby so highly. As long as he gave Toby enough money, Toby was more reliable than all of Kingpin's men put together!

And he—Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, emperor of the underworld and head of the Fisk Group—was never short of money!

Besides, having Toby carry out those assassination jobs against his rivals was not a losing business proposition for him.

On the contrary, Toby could help him assassinate those leaders, after which he could seize their gangs and gain even more money and territory!

It was a mutually beneficial deal!

At that thought, Kingpin's smile deepened. Rather than discuss the job itself, he decided to first mention what Toby cared about most: the money.

"We can get to the job details later. Let me tell you about the commission first. It's a full fifty million dollars."

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Toby fell silent for several seconds after hearing that before finally speaking. "Tell me—do you want me to take out the President of the United States, or the Secretary of Defense?"

This time, it was Kingpin's turn to fall silent.

Kingpin rubbed his forehead. "No, neither. Why would I take out the President and the Secretary of Defense for no reason? Even if I killed them, I still couldn't run for office anytime soon..."

"To be honest, Toby, this job isn't a personal matter of mine. Someone found me through special channels and asked for my help."

"And this isn't the kind of assassination job you usually like. It's a rescue mission."

"That's why I wanted to tell you the type of job first and ask whether you would take it, instead of assuming you would and directly giving you the details."

Toby frowned. "A rescue mission? Who am I saving? Don't tell me it's the President or the Secretary of Defense. If it is, they can go die as far away from me as possible."

Honestly, he had never liked doing any damn rescue missions.

Those jobs were generally long, tedious, and could even come with certain follow-up risks.

Assassination jobs were different. Once the target was dead, the job was done. There was no need to worry about any follow-up issues—guaranteed five-star reviews!

That was why Kingpin, who knew his temperament, had only assigned assassination jobs to him in the past.

But this time, Toby felt he might have to overcome his aversion to trouble, because the other party was offering far too much!

A full fifty million!

He would have to wipe out five gangs to earn that kind of money!

Kingpin rubbed his brow and sighed. "Sigh, Toby, do you really have such a problem with the President and the Secretary of Defense...?"

"You know the rules of the trade. Before you accept a job, I cannot tell you the details, much less reveal who the target is. But since it's you asking—my most trusted friend—I'll make an exception."

"So I'll tell you directly. This job requires going abroad. It's in Afghanistan, and the rescue target is Stark Industries' CEO, Tony Stark."

"Tony Stark?" Toby raised a brow at the name, then suddenly relaxed.

He'd originally assumed it was some disgusting politician, which was why the bounty was so high. Turns out it was the head of an American arms dealer, worth even more than a politician!

But Toby still asked curiously, "I can take this job, but I have two questions."

Kingpin immediately replied, "Go ahead."

Toby asked flatly:

"First, Tony Stark went missing? How come I haven't even heard about something this important?"

"Second, as the president of Stark Industries, isn't a fifty-million-dollar commission a little too cheap? He's worth more than a measly fifty million, isn't he?"

"Don't tell me you secretly pocketed ninety percent of the commission."

Kingpin answered Toby's two questions as well, saying helplessly:

"For the first question, Tony Stark did indeed disappear, and he's been missing for over two months..."

"But it's not just you who had no news. Before today, even I hadn't received any information, because Stark Industries kept the matter under wraps internally."

"As for the second question, it's not that Tony Stark is worth only fifty million. It's that the person who wants to save him can only come up with fifty million. I haven't even taken a cut of the commission!"

"This isn't a job commissioned by Stark Industries. Tony Stark's personal secretary, Pepper Potts, secretly came to me with it."

"But she said herself that this was everything she owned. If you really can save Tony Stark, I'm sure Tony Stark himself will reward you handsomely."

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