On the roof of a high-rise apartment building in Hell's Kitchen, Shang-Chi stood at the edge, looking down at the somewhat chaotic street...
Wesley sat on the edge of the roof and said helplessly, "Shouldn't we be heading back?
I promised Tally I'd take her to browse the flea market in Chinatown today..."
As he spoke, Wesley looked down at the street, where the irascible Alexei was holding a scaly creature and smashing it against the pavement twice.
Then several fierce-looking Russian underlings brought over a mold the size of a coffin, shoved the scaly man inside, and poured in a huge amount of concrete...
Watching the gunrunner's men at work below, Wesley frowned. "I was thinking of buying an apartment in the new complex near the Dock District, but now I've decided to give that place a miss..."
As he spoke, Wesley saw Alexei make a throat-slitting gesture in his direction. Even from dozens of yards away, he shrank back a little under Alexei's bloodshot glare. "Why's that old bull so angry?
The whole of Hell's Kitchen seems a little off today..."
Shang-Chi watched Alexei drive away from the street. Looking after the huge SUV, he said gravely, "Anton and Zack were attacked by that guy last night.
If Matt Murdock hadn't happened by and saved them, a lot of people might have died in Hell's Kitchen today..."
As he spoke, Shang-Chi turned and walked toward the other side of the apartment rooftop. "The boss once told me that when power comes too easily, people tend to lose their way. Now I can see how right he was!
Do those people really think they can make a name for themselves in Hell's Kitchen just because they've got an extra layer of tough skin or can run a little faster?"