"I'm sorry, Vanessa. I can't allow myself to have weaknesses."
On the screen, a bald, fat man was gripping a beautiful young woman's neck, lifting her into the air with her feet off the ground.
Her face had turned bright red, her tongue protruded from her mouth, and her eyes had rolled back.
Compared to the man's massive frame, she looked as small as a child.
The woman clawed at the vise-like hand around her throat, but even after scratching open some of the skin on his wrist and the back of his hand, the man's grip did not budge.
They were in a lavish high-end apartment. Judging by the silhouettes of the buildings outside, it was probably the Upper East Side. There were many Baroque domes there, their shadows in the night resembling one grave mound after another.
The fat man wept as he spoke, but his intent to kill was utterly resolute.
"Richard is dead. Anyone out there could be the murderer. They might come after you like this, dishonor your corpse..." The man wiped away his tears with his free hand, whether the woman could hear him or not. "You and the child are my greatest weaknesses. If the same Destiny were to befall you, I would surely go mad. So, it would be better for you to die by my hand. I will avenge our son."
The woman kicked her legs twice, then stopped moving. In Su Ming's view, she had passed out from suffocation.
That pale, fat Kingpin was ruthless enough, but he probably was not very educated.
When people suffocated, their brains became deprived of oxygen, disrupting the transmission of neural electrical signals. After saying all that to his wife, she probably had not heard a word. All she could hear was ringing in