You Actually Slapped Me for This Man!

After saying that, Toby did not wait for Kingpin to answer whether he would lend it to him or not. He simply headed for the bathroom inside Kingpin's office.

He moved with such familiarity that it was as if he had returned to his own home, completely at ease.

Kingpin said nothing about it, his smile unchanged.

But Bullseye, standing behind Kingpin with a sinister expression, could not tolerate Toby's brazen behavior any longer. He snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph! Who the hell does he think he is, acting so high and mighty? Didn't he just take care of that trash gang, the Neon Gang, for the boss? I could wipe out those pieces of trash too!"

At those words, the genial smile on Kingpin's face slowly vanished. Then, without warning, he swung around and slapped Bullseye across the face!

The blow was so powerful that it sent Bullseye flying. He slammed into the wall, slid down, and lay sprawled on the floor, unable to get up for a long while!

"W-Why?" Bullseye lay on the ground, clutching his buzzing head as he looked up at Kingpin in disbelief.

He could not believe that Kingpin would hit him—a loyal subordinate who had sworn allegiance to him only recently—for the sake of a hired killer.

Just an hour ago, Kingpin had expressed his appreciation for him!

And now, he was turning on him without hesitation over a mere hired assassin!

Kingpin looked down at Bullseye from above and said coldly, "Why? Bullseye, this is just a lesson for you. Learn to control that filthy mouth of yours!"

"Do you know? If the one who had taught you a lesson just now had been Toby instead of me, you would already have ended up like that head on the floor!"

"I hope this is both the first and last time you spout nonsense when you don't know the other person's background!"

"If there's a next time, I'll personally twist your head off and offer it to Toby as an apology!"

An apology?

Bullseye's eyes widened. He could not believe that one day he would hear the words "an apology" come from Kingpin, the underground emperor feared by everyone in the underworld!

Just who was this guy named Toby?

Click—

Before Bullseye had recovered from Kingpin's heavy slap and words even heavier than the slap, Toby, who had gone into the bathroom to wash off the bloodstench, emerged first.

However, Toby was no longer wearing that red-and-black combat suit. He now wore a clean white shirt and loose dress pants.

Clearly, Kingpin had prepared these casual clothes for Toby in advance.

Even though Toby wore nothing more than a simple white shirt, it could not conceal the faintly visible muscles beneath it.

Toby's muscles were not as exaggerated as Kingpin's, which had practically developed sideways, but they possessed the beauty of a work of art.

To use the overused webnovel description: perfect muscle lines like those of an ancient Greek sculpture!

And without the mask concealing it, Toby's nearly perfect face was finally revealed.

A handsome, chiseled face, deep blue eyes, dark brown hair—whether man, woman, or even someone whose gender was a Walmart shopping bag, anyone who saw that perfectly modeled face would have to sigh, "Damn, he's handsome!"

If anyone's character model was more perfect than Toby's, it was probably only that supreme being known as the "reader"!

Kingpin turned to look at Toby as he emerged from the bathroom, shifting his gaze away from Bullseye. A smile returned to his face.

"I like how you pursue efficiency in everything you do, whether it's killing people or taking a shower~"

"Toby, seriously, won't you reconsider working for me long-term? If you join me, I can double your current mission fee!"

Faced with Kingpin's high-priced recruitment offer, Toby remained expressionless.

When everyone comes across ads like "Are you a real person?", there is no need to pay attention to them. Just close them. Do not scan any codes or send text messages!

"No. I prefer taking one job, getting paid for one job, and living freely. You can still come to me if you have work in the future, but don't bring up recruitment again."

"Oh, and have my suit washed and mailed back to my house. Also, give me some pocket change."

Kingpin could only nod regretfully. "All right, then. What a pity. I'll wire you an extra one million dollars later as today's payment, as an apology for the idiotic words and actions of my idiot subordinate just now."

"As for the suit, I'll have someone deliver it to your house tomorrow after it's cleaned."

As he spoke, Kingpin took out a check and casually wrote a one followed by five zeroes on it. "This is the pocket change."

"Mm." Toby nodded at Kingpin and accepted the full one hundred thousand dollars in "pocket change" without any courtesy.

Then he glanced at Bullseye, whose expression was still unconvinced, and sneered.

"I accept your apology, but I really don't like this guy's hairstyle. So the next time we meet, if he isn't bald, I'll crush his dog head!"

With Bullseye's expression on the verge of exploding with suppressed fury, Toby turned and walked out without looking back.

But just as he was about to step through the door, Toby paused. He turned his head toward Kingpin and said quietly, "Oh, and I'm not efficient at everything. Watch how you phrase things next time."

With that, Toby left directly.

Only after Toby had taken the elevator down did the smile on Kingpin's face slowly fade. He glanced at Bullseye and said indifferently, "You saw it, Bullseye. Not only is that guy strong enough to frighten even me, but more importantly, he is extremely, extremely vindictive!"

"And a powerful person who holds grudges is the most terrifying kind!"

"So if you still want to keep that head of yours, go shave your hair off yourself. Otherwise, even I won't be able to protect you—and I won't offend that vicious poisonous spider, Toby, just to protect you..."

Hearing Kingpin's blunt words, Bullseye knelt on the floor with his head lowered and said nothing. His fists were clenched so tightly that his fingernails had dug into his flesh!

Drops of blood fell from Bullseye's palms, mixing with the blood flowing from Okamoto Reiichi's head on the floor.

It was as though an invisible force had already warned Bullseye that if he did not do as Toby said, then Okamoto Reiichi's fate would truly become his future!

Kingpin did not care whether Bullseye's pride had been wounded. He ordered:

"Throw Okamoto Reiichi's head out to feed my dogs. Tomorrow, take men and completely take over the Neon Gang's territory and businesses. And starting tomorrow, I don't want to see a single Japanese person in Hell's Kitchen!"

"Now, I'm going to keep Vanessa company and tell her this good news. From now on, she won't have to worry about any blind Japanese fools in Hell's Kitchen bothering her again."

Although Kingpin thought highly of Bullseye, this newly recruited top-tier enforcer, that was all there was to it.

In his heart, Bullseye and Toby simply did not carry the same weight.

So after giving Bullseye a pat on the shoulder and leaving him with the cleanup, he mercilessly pushed open the door and left.

And Kingpin's reason for wiping out the Neon Gang was exactly as he had said: someone in the Neon Gang had merely harassed his woman!

This seemingly insignificant offense was enough for the underground emperor to spend tens of millions hiring Toby to wipe out the entire Neon Gang!

Of course, it was not entirely a losing deal for Kingpin either. Afterward, he took over the Neon Gang's territory and businesses—how could the profits amount to merely tens of millions...

Bullseye climbed up from the floor and watched Kingpin's departing back, his eyes filled with malice. "I guarantee that after tomorrow, you will never see another Japanese midget in Hell's Kitchen!"

Clearly, Bullseye intended to vent all the anger he had suffered from Toby today on the Japanese people of Hell's Kitchen!

He would use this to prove that Bullseye was no weaker than Toby!

If Toby knew, he might even forgive Bullseye for offending him earlier and let Kingpin save that one million dollars in apology money.

After all, wiping out the Japanese was what he liked most!

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