For the next two weeks, United Company would dominate the news in New York.
There was simply too much news, so much that every newspaper was scrambling to get the latest scoop.
The infamous ruler of Hell's Kitchen, the legendary Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, had been thrown behind bars.
Even with New York's best lawyer, he would still have to spend a century in prison.
It was almost unreal, a wake-up call for the good, honest citizens of New York.
The peace they thought they enjoyed had been built on countless hidden crimes.
The Russians had voluntarily turned state's witnesses. John had initially assumed his uncle had helped arrange that.
But after receiving a call from Unknown Location, he learned that the Ten Rings had done it.
"How is Shang-Chi doing?"
Wenwu really was a typical Eastern father.
He claimed he would leave Shang-Chi alone, but in private, he still cared deeply about his son.
Too proud to have the Ten Rings keep watch on Shang-Chi, he simply called John to ask about him.
"Very well." Thinking of Shang-Chi buried in homework every day, John nodded and said, "His days are very full, and his grades are good, too."
"That's good." Back at the Ten Rings, Wenwu felt a little relief wash over his fatherly heart upon hearing his son was doing well. "I thought he might have trouble adjusting to New York."
"He's made friends," John said with a soft chuckle. "Friends are the fastest way to get used to an unfamiliar world."
"I've already sent a warning about that Ten Rings business," Wenwu said. "Over the Ten Rings' long history, a few rotten apples were bound to emerge."
"Is the Mandarin one of yours, too?" John asked.
He remembered the terrorist attack he had seen on the news last