The newcomer was a businessman, but that was not his only identity.
From his tone, Fisk, the former overlord of Hell's Kitchen, might as well have been an underling he could order around at will.
A cold glint flashed in Fisk's eyes. With his ambitions, how could he possibly accept serving beneath someone else?
He was merely lying low for the time being.
He had never imagined that Killian, who was supposed to continue working with him, would die overnight.
Fortunately, he had already put his plans in place during the Mandarin's emergence.
Hell's Kitchen seemed largely unchanged on the surface, but in reality, its gangs had already submitted to him again.
Using the FBI as his own legitimate fighting force, he had wiped out everyone who refused to submit or stood against him.
And he had bought off the FBI team assigned to watch him.
Except for Ray and Dax, he had leverage over every one of them.
The FBI paid well, but their loans and families were all vulnerabilities.
Through the bank he had previously owned, Fisk had long since been bribing those FBI agents to bring them under his control.
For those unwilling to accept bribes, he threatened the family members they cherished most, forcing them to become his accomplices.
Of the two remaining FBI agents, Ray was not much of a problem.
Ray valued his family, and Fisk could exploit that weakness.
Dax, however, was trickier. The man had no family, not even a girlfriend.
But Fisk had uncovered a few other things, and he was confident he could turn the man into the sharpest weapon in his arsenal.
While in prison, Fisk had staged an attack on himself and arranged for the FBI to transfer him out.
That was also when he had witnessed Dax's