All or Nothing

"Boss, there's something you need to know."

On the road, inside the car.

After some hesitation, Wesley finally reported to Kingpin, "Xin has requested a private meeting with you, and he's being very insistent about it."

"What does he want now?" Kingpin asked irritably.

"He wants to renegotiate the terms of cooperation with you."

Wesley knew Kingpin would definitely be angry, but he told him the truth anyway.

Sure enough, the moment Kingpin heard that, his expression darkened instantly, and the entire car seemed to grow oppressive.

"Xin is becoming more and more of a problem for me."

After a full two seconds of silence, Kingpin finally spoke slowly. "But fortunately, I won't have to put up with this problem much longer!"

Kingpin was actually very wary of Xin. He knew Xin was extremely formidable, on Daredevil's level, so he had never dared act rashly.

He had even considered using Daredevil to get rid of Xin.

But that plan had died along with Daredevil.

After Daredevil, Xin had become Kingpin's biggest headache.

But now...

None of it would be a problem any longer.

Not just Xin—Madame Gao, Leland, and the Big Bear Brothers would no longer be problems either.

From now on, Kingpin would no longer have to share control of Hell's Kitchen with anyone else.

This place would be his territory alone.

At that thought, Kingpin's gaze grew increasingly sharp.

But just then, for some unknown reason, the lead car in the convoy suddenly lost control.

It swerved wildly for a few moments before slamming into the guardrail.

Screech!

Fortunately, the drivers in the cars behind were all seasoned veterans. At the crucial moment, they yanked their wheels and stomped on the brakes. After a frantic struggle, they barely managed to bring their vehicles to a stop.

They avoided a disastrous chain collision.

"What's going on?"

Kingpin's face immediately turned ugly.

Without wasting a word, Wesley swiftly opened the door and got out.

At the same time, the other bodyguards in the cars also got out at once.

"What happened?"

Wesley walked over to the first car and questioned its driver.

"Someone scattered nails on the road," the driver answered with a frown.

Wesley's expression immediately became grave. His vigilance surged as he carefully scanned the surroundings.

Kingpin's other bodyguards did the same, instantly going on high alert.

At once, they placed their hands on the guns at their waists.

Someone had deliberately scattered nails across the road on this deserted stretch. Even an idiot could tell something was wrong.

"Who's there!"

Suddenly, a figure flashed past at the intersection ahead, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

They all looked over, and quite a few pulled out their guns and aimed them at the figure.

But once they got a clear look, everyone relaxed somewhat.

Because it was an old man who looked to be over eighty, frail enough to seem like a gust of wind could knock him over.

That alone would have been one thing, but the old man was fucking blind!

What danger could a blind, elderly man possibly pose?

Still, his appearance at this particular moment was far too coincidental.

"You, go take a look."

After a brief pause, Wesley casually ordered one of the bodyguards beside him.

The bodyguard nodded and walked straight toward the blind old man, blocking his path.

"Hey, old man, why are you here?"

The bodyguard barked at the blind old man.

The blind old man said nothing. He simply pulled open the trench coat that nearly swallowed his entire body.

Then he drew a sword from inside.

The bodyguard's expression shifted slightly.

But before he could do anything, the blind old man abruptly flicked his wrist.

A flash of cold light swept past, and the bodyguard's throat was instantly slit open.

Blood gushed out.

"In your next life, remember to be polite to the elderly."

Only then did the blind old man shake the blood from his sword and speak coldly.

Stick made his dazzling entrance!

Wesley and the others all turned pale.

None of them had expected this old man they had dismissed to be so ferocious!

Everyone raised their guns, preparing to take the old man down.

But at that moment, a long-haired woman in fitted combat clothes, her face covered, suddenly sprang out from behind them.

Holding two short blades, she charged into the crowd at the front and began cutting people down.

Elektra made her dazzling entrance!

Nearly all of Wesley's men had been focused on Stick, and Elektra herself was a highly skilled fighter.

Her stealthy infiltration had gone completely unnoticed.

She caught everyone utterly off guard.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

The sounds of flesh being torn by blades rang out continuously, mixed with unending screams and muffled groans.

Even the Hand's well-trained ninjas were nothing before Elektra. What chance did these ordinary people, who only knew how to pull a trigger, have?

Though they had guns in their hands, those weapons were of very limited use against a fighter on Elektra's level.

Many of them did not even get the chance to pull the trigger.

One after another, they fell.

Even worse, Stick charged in as well!

Wesley sucked in a sharp breath. These two were both as strong as Daredevil. Even if they were weaker than Wade, the difference was negligible.

There was no way people like them could stop them.

"Hold them back!"

Wesley shouted at his men, then rushed toward Kingpin's car, intending to drive away as quickly as possible.

But only then did he realize that nails had somehow been scattered around every single car.

That woman must have done it!

Even Kingpin could no longer keep his composure in this crisis. He hurriedly climbed out of the car and took stock of the grim situation.

"You two, come with me. The rest of you hold them off!"

Wesley randomly picked two men, then quickly began escorting Kingpin away.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But Stick and Elektra were simply too strong. The gunfire behind them grew weaker and sparser until it finally vanished altogether.

They had only run a few hundred meters when every last one of their men had been slaughtered.

As they watched the two rapidly closing in on them, Kingpin and Wesley's faces turned increasingly grim.

They couldn't escape.

At this point, they had no choice but to fight!

Kingpin saw the situation clearly at a glance and swiftly made a decisive choice.