Of course, Martin wanted to say he was Mister Negative.
But it had been at least two years since he had operated under that identity in New York's underworld, and he had hardly ever appeared in public.
Even Kingpin back then had only known about a masked gang called the Demon Gang. They were few in number but absurdly effective fighters, and not one of them showed fear in a gang war. Either they were killed on the spot, or they covered one another and all withdrew.
They were tough as rocks in a head-on fight, and attempts to corrupt them were even more useless: neither money nor drugs could tempt them, and without information, there was no way to threaten their families.
In short, they worked like a group of professional militiamen-given enough firepower and tactical training, they might even qualify as regular troops.
But the Demon Gang had disappeared two years ago, after Lier killed Osborn. It had been replaced by the genuinely well-trained Xin'an Security Company, which later became part of the Atlas Group's urban defense division.
Lier knew Martin controlled the Demon Gang, but Mister Negative?
Well... that was just like the name Kingpin. Just when it had begun to stand a chance of gaining some recognition, it had vanished from the underworld-
Mainly because New York's entire underworld had vanished.
So his introduction hit a snag: did Lier know about Mister Negative?
Lier calmly set his tea on the table and feigned ignorance. "What kind of amazing power is this?"
"I..."
Martin stopped.
Honestly, Lier felt that aside from the considerable change in Martin's appearance, the changes inside him...
He couldn't say there were none, only that they were less substantial than he had imagined.
According to the original setting, Negative Energy had actually split