Gwen hung outside the United Construction Company Tower and watched the entire course of her father's heroic fight.
But to be honest, it hadn't been much of a struggle.
The process had basically gone like this:
Kingpin picked up the table at hand and hurled it at the four armed police officers.
The four officers dodged and scattered. The table smashed into the ground and shattered!
Kingpin turned around, grabbed a chair, and prepared to throw it again!
The four officers each fired a *** that delivered an electric shock. Unfortunately, it didn't work very well. Kingpin wasn't knocked out right away!
Kingpin lost his balance and was hit by his own chair.
Kingpin tried to get up. The four officers were startled, turned up the power, and swapped in *** with their other hands.
Kingpin fell down.
He could be said to have reached the limits of human ability. If he took up boxing, he could probably kill an opponent with one punch.
These ordinary people, who should have been kneeling before him and weeping, these ordinary people he had tossed a few scraps of food to, actually looked at him like that!
Employees who'd once been afraid to meet his eyes began whispering and pointing at him, emboldened by the police.
When he was still an ordinary person, he'd had two choices: one was to keep living as an ordinary person, driven out and left homeless; the other was to follow Lier into that seemingly pointless Homeowners Association, and nearly get killed by one of Kingpin's assassins.
Of course, he'd been lucky. A dump truck had delivered justice to Bullseye.
This boss really valued his reputation. Their strategy had worked very well.
If he had money and power, of course he'd look into these things. But right now,