Ten years had flown by!
Hell's Kitchen was still the same godforsaken place. When its king had returned from China ten years ago, something about him had changed. The keen-eyed bastards had sensed a hint of tension.
The people of Hell's Kitchen could see Alvin driving his children to and from school almost every day.
It all looked perfectly normal, but only the people of Hell's Kitchen knew that looking normal was the most abnormal thing of all.
Hell's Kitchen was no longer in the media spotlight. Trouble seemed to have vanished overnight. The villains who spent their days dreaming of destroying the Earth seemed to have disappeared, and the whole world had fallen utterly quiet. Even Kingpin's return had failed to stir a ripple...
In the end, Kingpin, who had unified the West Coast's gangs, had chosen not to go straight. He had founded a super arms company, using the technology Richard had obtained from Raymond to create a new giant in the arms industry.
As Kingpin watched Alexei approach to greet him, his temples already turning gray, he flicked his thick cigar and asked in a low voice, "What's happened? Hell's Kitchen seems a little different.
Who are you selling all those weapons I ordered from you to? They're enough to fight a limited war. There isn't even an enemy like that on Earth..."
Alexei had long since overcome his fear of Kingpin. He took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaled two thick streams of smoke through his nostrils, and said gravely, "Who said we're selling them to anyone else?
Our princess could leave at any moment. We need to prepare plenty of luggage for her."
Kingpin frowned. "What do you mean?"
Alexei scoffed. "Didn't your son Richard tell you? They're preparing a spaceship. Maybe in a