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"Didn't your boss tell you to be a little more polite?"

Hayato smiled pleasantly, his tone gentle and friendly.

Yet those mild, courteous words made the two men in black freeze.

They recalled the boss's secretary specifically telling them to be polite.

Thinking back carefully, the secretary's tone had seemed especially solemn...

Who was Kingpin?

The underground emperor of NY, the crime lord of America. As Kingpin's bodyguards, they had gotten a little full of themselves.

As the saying went, even a prime minister's gatekeeper held the rank of a sixth-grade official.

As Kingpin's personal bodyguards, a bit of arrogance was understandable.

They had not ignored Kingpin's secretary's words. They had even remembered them quite clearly. But when they saw Hayato's age and casual clothes, that ingrained tendency to bully others by relying on power had leaked out.

At Hayato's reminder, the two of them recalled Kingpin's terror. Their bodies involuntarily leaned forward slightly, and they forced stiff curves onto their lips.

"If you don't want to smile, then don't. In one word: ugly!" Hayato looked over the invitation, memorized the time and place, then said, "Got it. Now get lost."

A so-called personal bodyguard's greatest use was being the human shield Kingpin could conveniently use when danger struck. Was that really something to be proud of? If they looked into how many bodyguards Kingpin had replaced and where those bodyguards' ashes had ended up, they would probably pack up and flee overnight.

Peter and Dave crowded over.

"Wow, Wilson Fisk invited you over? That rich tycoon and great philanthropist?" Peter looked Hayato over doubtfully. "Hayato, your family is actually one of those great clans that's been around for a hundred years, right? You're really the heir to the family, with hundreds of billions in assets or something."