Fisk drew a deep breath.
With his fate in someone else's hands, he was like a grasshopper being toyed with. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not leap out of his sealed cage.
In a one-on-one fistfight against Dax, victory would have been uncertain.
But things were different now.
Dax had caught him off guard. Loaded with gear and bombs, and equipped with night-vision goggles, he moved through the dim surroundings unopposed.
Even if Fisk wanted to fight back, he could never get past all that high-tech equipment.
This was the crushing advantage of money and strength.
"I'm a member of the High Table, and I work with Madame Gao." Fisk played his trump card, saying in a low voice, "The High Table won't want to see chaos break out."
"Let Vanessa go, Mr. Wick."
Only once Vanessa had left would he have a chance to fight with everything he had.
He kept his tone respectful. "I'm willing to submit."
Dax watched Fisk quietly, moving his finger onto the trigger as he aimed at that white head.
At a single command, he would fire without hesitation.
They seemed to have forgotten someone.
Vanessa.
The woman on a date with Fisk.
Hearing Fisk's words, John chuckled. "Your submission is worth too little."
"You should have been prepared when you moved against the Wick family. Fate won't always favor the same person."
"You won't die right away. Enjoy the game. Watching everything you've built crumble before you-that's the life waiting for you."
John hung up.
Fisk held his position, his mind racing.
He dared not move, or even lower his phone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Dax. This ghostlike killer was carrying out his orders to the letter.
Just as Dax was about to pull the