Assassinating the Conspirator

That night, Kingpin was sleeping in bed when his phone rang and woke him up.

As a distinguished member of high society!

One phone was nowhere near enough to match Kingpin's status!

He had three phones.

One for work, one for personal use, and one for emergencies.

The one ringing at this hour was undoubtedly the emergency phone.

Kingpin got up, walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas, and only then answered the call.

He did not want to wake his lover.

The call connected, but the person who should have spoken remained silent for a long time.

"Wes, is that you?"

Before answering, Kingpin had seen that the caller ID belonged to Wesley.

Wesley would not do this.

Something happened to him.

Kingpin did not analyze it too deeply. By instinct and guesswork alone, he had roughly figured out what had happened.

I need to notify my men and get to Wesley's safe house immediately!

Others did not know where Wesley's safe house was, but Kingpin certainly did. Wesley had personally invited him over as a guest. Kingpin had not gone, but he still knew about the house.

He was about to hang up, turn around, get dressed, and leave when a voice came through the phone.

"Here's Johnny!"

He immediately pressed the phone back to his ear and quickened his pace toward the door.

Someone was talking to him, which meant they likely had an ulterior motive. That meant Wesley was probably still alive!

The priority now was to stall for time!

"I am Kingpin. If nothing unexpected happens, you came specifically to find me, didn't you?"

Kingpin knew very well that whenever anything went wrong with "the entire company," it was ultimately his problem.

Wesley's work did not make him likely to offend someone like this. Without a doubt, Wesley was merely a bargaining chip meant to force Kingpin to show himself.

"I'll tell you what fate awaits you." Wilson Fisk never accepted threats!

"I will find you. Yes, I will find you! It won't happen too quickly, nor too slowly. You will spend every second of the rest of your life in fear!"

"Everyone you see will be my eyes! Your family! Your friends! They will all betray you!"

"Because they fear me!"

"Run, bastard! Run into some rat hole deep in the mountains!"

"I will drag you out of that hole myself! Smash your mouth to pieces! Burn every inch of skin on your body! Then hang your blackened, shattered skull before Wes's gravestone!"

"Did you hear me?! If you kill Wes, this will be your fate!"

Kingpin gave Leon some systematic and friendly advice in a deep, hoarse voice.

With one hand, he wrote down an address and handed it to a guard who had come over after hearing the commotion. His huge hand gripped the man's head and yanked him close.

"Give this to Bullseye," Kingpin said quietly. "He knows what to do."

Letting go of the trembling underling, Kingpin waved a hand. "Go!"

Then the phone he had been holding all this time made another sound.

"Oh! So you moonlight as a fortune-teller too!"

The voice was full of delighted surprise.

"Then could you help me find the underwear I lost last week?"

The voice turned serious again. "Honestly, I really liked that pair. It was my zodiac year, you know!"

Kingpin barely stopped himself from crushing the phone.

What he wanted to crush even more was that man's head!

The voice sounded again.

"So... take a guess~ Guess whether Wesley is dead, or dead, or dead!"

Creak, creak, creak.

Kingpin felt that he was about to lose control.

"Heh heh heh... You'd better have no family and no friends. Otherwise, you will regret ever having friends! Having family!"

At first, Kingpin had managed not to roar too loudly, but he became less and less able to restrain himself with every word until he finally shouted.

Normally, whenever this happened, Wesley would wait until Kingpin's anger had subsided, then come out with a topic or a question.

Kingpin would tacitly let that burst of anger pass, and the two of them would understand each other without speaking.

But now, the person who could keep him under control, remind him to stay clear-headed at all times, and make him remember his grand dreams and ambitions was precisely the one trapped and captured.

"Heh heh heh heh heh, it was just a little joke~ Mm. He's not dead yet. But I promise you, you won't see him again. He will die. He will die alone."

"He'll die in his own home, and you, you will witness that moment. Surprised?"

Crack...

The fragile phone was finally crushed in Kingpin's hand.

"The car is downstairs. Mr. Bullseye is already on his way," a quick-witted man stepped forward to report.

Kingpin gave him a cold look without saying a word. The minor leader hurriedly lowered his head and retreated. Kingpin silently returned to his room to change.

Several minor leaders heard Kingpin speaking softly inside the room, offering words of comfort in a gentle tone they could never have imagined coming from his mouth.

They all kept their eyes down and their minds blank, wishing they had never grown ears.

Soon, Kingpin emerged in a suit. Without saying a word, he passed through the crowd and took the lead. Everyone hurried after him as they filed out behind Kingpin.

Leon looked down at his phone as the busy tone rang again and again through the silent room.

"Mr. Wesley, it seems your employer doesn't care much about your life! It looks like you overestimated yourself."

Wesley had cried until he was unrecognizable, only muttering, "Please..."

He knew in his heart that he would not escape disaster today.

But even an ant struggled to live. How many people could calmly face death, especially when they still had their youth ahead of them and a mountain of wealth?

At first, Leon had genuinely considered how to keep someone like Wesley from dying too quickly. He had thought Wesley should pay such a price for what he had done!

But looking at him now, Leon no longer had that urge. He was just a broken record that knew only how to beg. Mentally, he had already collapsed.

At this point, Leon no longer wanted his life. He even rather hoped Wesley would live to a hundred!

"Mm, infertile and childless, yet blessed with children and grandchildren! That's the idea! Then you..."

Whoosh!!

Something flew toward him. Leon's current Stamina had also greatly enhanced his five senses.

He swiftly ducked low and avoided it.

It was a... nail!

Bullseye had arrived.

Before he could think further, a relentless barrage of whooshing sounds erupted.

The window glass shattered. Anyone who did not know better would have thought someone outside was firing a machine gun!

Leon casually yanked Wesley in front of himself as a shield, and the thudding sounds turned into wet pops.

Once the barrage ended, he looked down again and saw that Wesley was thoroughly dead.

Compared to Wesley's current state, three cuts and six holes were nothing.

There were at least twenty holes through his front and back combined!

Leon casually tossed the already-cold Wesley aside and shouted outside, "Who threw those firecrackers?! Mr. Wesley and I were having tea!"

"Fuck! Mr. Wesley? Mr. Wesley!!"

"Which goddamn bastard threw foreign nails and stabbed Mr. Wesley to death?!"

Outside the house, there was utter silence.

PS: I went back to my grandparents' home in the countryside to clean up their house, change light bulbs, make Dumplings, and deal with all sorts of chores. I also have to visit relatives from house to house. I'll try my best to keep updating these next few days.