Miaomiao, who had been eagerly discussing which cake tasted best with Karen, suddenly raised her head as though she had sensed something.
On the spiral staircase, an exceptionally tall, powerfully built man slowly descended with his head held high, surrounded by an entourage, like a king surveying his domain.
He was the largest man Miaomiao had ever seen, standing over two meters tall. Even standing still, he resembled a massive tower carved from black stone. His shoulders and back rose broad as mountains, and his hulking frame stretched his finely tailored black suit taut.
"Who is he?"
"Who?"
"That big guy coming down the stairs."
Karen swallowed the strawberry in her mouth and followed Miaomiao's gaze, her voice instinctively dropping. "That's Fisk. Wilson Grant Fisk."
Miaomiao watched the man descend the stairs with a smile and frowned slightly. She could sense the terrifyingly dense muscle lurking beneath every inch of his seemingly bulky, overweight frame, and the immense ambition and extreme need for control hidden deep in his smiling eyes.
He was like a beast lurking in the city's shadows, perched high above it, silently looking down over the entire city.
"I don't like him," Miaomiao said.
"Don't say that!" Forgetting the cake in her hand, Karen hurried to cover Miaomiao's mouth. "He's not someone you want to mess with. Fisk's Group is famous throughout New York. He's rich even by rich people's standards. If you catch his eye, you can shoot straight to the top. But if you offend him, we'll be in serious trouble."
"Is he that powerful?" Miaomiao blinked, asking in all sincerity, "How does he compare to Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark, then?"
Karen's hand slipped, and she nearly dropped her plate. She hastily lowered her voice further, speaking almost in a whisper. "Sweetheart, keep your