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At an unknown Secret Base.

At that moment, ten burly men with bulging muscles and wolfishly fierce eyes surrounded a bald man built like an iron tower, his muscles swollen all over his massive frame.

"Kill!"

One of the burly men barked, and the other nine roared as they charged together at the bald iron tower in the center.

A primal, savage battle between humans began.

There was no magic, no battle aura, no Superpowers of any kind—only the fiercest collisions of fist against fist, bone against bone.

Bang!

The bald iron tower was simply too strong. Though it was merely a clash of bodies, one of the burly men seemed to have been struck by a speeding car.

He was instantly sent flying more than ten meters, smashing into the ground like a cannonball. He landed in a pool of blood and completely lost his ability to fight.

Yet this gruesome "car accident" drew no attention from either side.

Stimulated by the scent of blood, the battle only grew more savage and cruel instead of weakening.

Though the bald man was built like an iron tower, he was no less agile.

He moved as swiftly as a cheetah, weaving among the nine muscular men like a king standing at the very top of the food chain.

Aah!

One of the muscular men made a misstep, and the bald iron tower seized the opening. His hand shot out in a claw, like a dragon extending its talons, and with one swipe, he tore five bloody gashes across the man's abdomen.

Blood gushed out. In an instant, the muscular man lost his fighting ability.

"Kill!"

The remaining eight burly men fought even more desperately. Today, it was either them or him.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes...

The battle ended completely. The ten burly men lay scattered across the ground, some with broken arms, others with broken legs. A few of the seriously injured even had stark white bone exposed.

The iron-tower-like man who had faced the ten attackers stood amid the sprawled bodies, covered in blood as well.

But unlike the people on the ground, not a single drop of that blood was his own!

A perceptive underling hurried over and respectfully offered him a white towel.

This bald iron tower was no nobody. He was the underground emperor who could make all of New York tremble with a mere stomp of his foot—Kingpin!

Unlike a heavyweight like Tony Stark, who was rich enough to rival nations, had connections in both political and military circles, could even interfere with presidential elections, and possessed invincible money-making power...

In the eyes of many truly powerful figures, Kingpin might not even be worthy of notice—a dog that could be slaughtered for meat at any time.

The reason they had tolerated his existence all along was that Kingpin was very "sensible." His annual tributes were always generous, and he understood where the line was.

But in the underground world, a single order from Kingpin could stir up a bloody storm.

Kingpin casually wiped the blood from his body with the white towel and asked, "What happened with that deal in Hell's Kitchen last night?"

Though Kingpin's tone was casual, the entire place instantly seemed to plunge into an ice cellar. Countless people shuddered.

A man who had been standing nearby for who knew how long, his face nearly stiff from his forced smile, hurried over at once.

"Boss, I've investigated the matter thoroughly. According to information from our contact in the police department, last night's deal failed because a superhero called Hawkeye decided to meddle..."

Trembling, the man reported every detail of the clues he had uncovered to Kingpin.

After botching this deal, he was truly terrified that Kingpin would be displeased and have him sunk in the Gulf of Mexico to feed the sharks.

"Hawkeye?"

Kingpin frowned. First there had been that pest Daredevil, then that butcher Punisher, both of them ruining his operations everywhere.

And now some Hawkeye had popped out from who knew what hole. Did they really think he was a soft persimmon that anyone could squeeze and knead as they pleased?

"Um..."

The moment he saw Kingpin frown, the minor leader knew things had gone bad.

The boss was in a terrible mood right now, and there was a very real chance that he might take it out on him at any moment.

Especially when he remembered that Hawkeye had another message for the boss, cold sweat began to seep from the minor leader's back and forehead.

"Hm?"

Seeing the trembling minor leader, Kingpin said, "Hawkeye has another message for you to pass on to me, doesn't he? Just say it. I won't get angry."

"Yes!"

Hearing the boss's words, the minor leader breathed a sigh of relief. With that assurance, it was practically a pardon from death!

"Boss, Hawkeye said that you are to transfer five hundred million dollars to this account within seven days, or else..."

The minor leader secretly glanced up at Kingpin. Seeing that he did not seem angry, he continued, "Or else, he'll take your head!"

"Take my head?"

Kingpin repeated the words without joy or sorrow, as though the threat had not been directed at him at all.

This made the small-time boss tremble even more. Serving a ruler was like serving a tiger; the boss's thoughts were becoming harder and harder to read!

"You may leave!"

Kingpin waved a hand, and the small-time boss immediately let out a breath of relief.

He had survived. He had actually survived!

At that moment, he even felt the urge to cry. He had ruined another of the boss's deals, yet the boss was still willing to give him another chance.

After this, he would work himself to the bone for the boss and never give those meddlesome pests another opportunity!

After the small-time boss disappeared, Kingpin beckoned, and one of his underlings immediately hurried over.

Kingpin said, "He has ruined three of my deals in a row, costing me over a hundred million. I don't want that bastard to see tomorrow's sun."

"Understood!"

Following close behind the small-time boss, two more underlings in suits walked out.

Just then, another sharply dressed man in a suit entered.

Unlike the other trembling underlings, this man was comparatively casual. "Wilson, the matter has been investigated. Frank Amick has been killed, right in his heavily guarded hideout. According to police records, several of Frank's bodyguards were first struck by arrows, then shot dead..."

"Arrows?! Hawkeye!"

A cold gleam flashed in Kingpin's eyes. "Lester, after Daredevil and Punisher, another pest called Hawkeye has emerged. But unlike Daredevil and Punisher, he's greedy—extremely greedy. That will be the death of him. We can do this..."

Kingpin immediately laid out a plan to lure him in. Didn't Hawkeye like Kingpin's money?

Then he could trade his life for it!

Lester, nicknamed "Bullseye," was Kingpin's number one subordinate. He excelled at assassination, and his throwing skill was practically maxed out.

He could easily slash open a person's throat with a playing card. He had once spat out his own tooth to pierce an enemy's skull, and thrown a toothpick through a window ninety-one meters away to kill an enemy with pinpoint accuracy.

It could be said that Lester was one of the strongest aces in Kingpin's hand, and one of the greatest contributors to the empire Kingpin had built.

Kingpin had immense faith in Bullseye's abilities.

This time, Hawkeye the pest would not be leaving alive!

Once the plan was confirmed, Bullseye took his leave.

Kingpin and Bullseye only knew that Hawkeye had infiltrated Frank Amick's hideout. They did not know the details of that battle.

If they had known that even an endless barrage of bullets and rocket launchers had failed to kill Hawkeye, they might not have been so confident!

Just then, the phone Kingpin kept hidden close to his body began to vibrate.

When he saw the name "Vanessa" on the caller ID, all the coldness on Kingpin's face vanished, replaced by a smile—a very ordinary, yet gentle smile.

"Will, are you still busy?"

Wilson Fisk's expression was warm as spring, and his voice exceptionally gentle. "I'll be back soon..."

If anyone saw that side of this merciless killer of a boss, their jaws would surely hit the floor.

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