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"Who?"

Kingpin face turned deadly serious, a look that could make even the bravest quiver. "Who dares to wreak havoc on my turf? Is it Daredevil?"

"No, though he's changed his appearance, it's definitely Batman," Bullseye replied, shaking his head.

"That guy who brought down the Continental Hotel?" Kingpin asked.

"Yes."

Bullseye nodded and suggested, "He's almost here, and it's not safe. I think it's best for you to leave. You're a successful businessman now, and it wouldn't look good to be seen here."

"I'll wait for you in the car."

Kingpin instructed Bullseye, "Handle him quickly."

"No problem," Bullseye replied with a sinister grin.

"Let's go, Mr. Sloan." Kingpin turned to his associate, the elderly African American man next to him. "We'll wait for the good news in the car."

"Of course," Sloan agreed with a smile, unaware that Batman's target wasn't Kingpin—it was him.

Meanwhile, the Rabbit Armor was on a rampage.

Anton, controlling it from afar, sent waves of armed thugs flying as their bullets bounced off the armor's reinforced shell. Only heavy weaponry could damage its robust exterior.

Unfortunately, the heavy weaponry stored in Hell's Kitchen was kept in separate warehouses, and the time it would take to retrieve it meant the Rabbit Armor could thrash the thugs several times over.

"Switch to armor-piercing rounds!" someone shouted, rushing to the armory for more powerful weapons.

But it was too late.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Rabbit Armor plowed through the crowd, taking down hundreds of thugs. Utilizing the shadows and its powerful metal fists, the Rabbit Armor seemed unstoppable, while the enemy's attacks barely scratched its surface.

Suddenly, a sharp projectile whistled through the air.

Swoosh!

The throwing dart embedded itself in a joint on the Rabbit Armor's arm, then exploded.

Boom!

The armor staggered, seemingly unharmed, though Anton, watching from Los Angeles, saw a notification:

[Rabbit Armor: Durability decreased by 3%, Damage rate 5%]

The explosion had caused minor damage, though not enough to impact combat. It was clear the person behind the throw was no ordinary thug.

"Oh?"

Through the Rabbit Armor's vision, Anton saw the bald man responsible for the attack, recognizing him instantly by the target tattoo on his forehead.

Bullseye!

"So, Kingpin really is in cahoots with the Brotherhood," Anton thought, unsurprised.

He had already extracted relevant intel from the Brotherhood members he captured at the Empire State Building, and now it was merely confirmed.

Calmly, the Rabbit Armor sprang forward.

Despite its weight, it moved with impressive agility, charging toward Bullseye.

Bullseye wasn't foolish enough to confront the armored suit directly. Skilled as he was, he knew his strength lay in his precision with projectiles, not brute force against a metallic giant.

Darting back, he flung another barrage of darts with expert accuracy.

As he retreated, his pupils contracted.

Boom!

The Rabbit Armor's shoulder cannon erupted in fire, launching a shell toward Bullseye's position with a thunderous blast.

The explosion resounded like a meteor strike, sending visible shockwaves rippling outward.

Bullseye was caught in the blast wave, thrown off balance and crashing into a nearby wall.

Gray smoke filled the air.

Out of the haze, a massive fist shot forward, twice the size of a regular hand, slamming into Bullseye's chest.

"Argh!"

Bullseye was knocked backward, smashing through a wall and collapsing under a pile of bricks and debris.

His condition was dire.

Gasping and spitting blood, he stared at the Rabbit Armor, shocked at how swiftly he had been overpowered.

"Boss!"

The nearby thugs watched in horror.

"Ugh!"

Bullseye spat out a mouthful of blood and forced himself to stand from the rubble. With a grimace, he gripped more throwing darts between his fingers, planning to attack the armor's joints again.

But as he moved, his expression changed abruptly.

The Rabbit Armor's shoulder cannons shifted, aiming directly at Bullseye.

Everyone froze, holding their breath and halting their steps, fearing to get too close to the metal-clad titan.

The rocket launchers weren't toys, and the explosion earlier had luckily been controlled to avoid casualties.

But the onlookers dared not rely on luck a second time.

Seeing Bullseye freeze, the Rabbit Armor emitted a disdainful snort through its speakers.

Bam!

With one punch, the armor knocked Bullseye out, then swiftly grabbed him and moved through the corridors.

Using infrared scanning, Anton found a hidden room without delay.

The room, however, was empty.

The Rabbit Armor punched through the wall of the secret passage, continuing the pursuit.

Outside Hell's Kitchen.

A large, bulletproof black luxury car was parked on the street.

Bigger than a typical car, it was clearly custom-made, reflecting the high status of its owner.

Kingpin sat comfortably inside, his massive body filling the seat. Next to him, the hunched, frail-looking Sloan seemed dwarfed, as though sitting in a small room.

"Mr. Fisk, I don't recall you having any grudges with Batman," Sloan remarked, breaking the silence.

"Isn't he supposed to be a superhero?"

Kingpin's face remained calm, unfazed by enemies or rivals. For him, assassinations and attempts on his life were routine.

"There are plenty who aspire to be heroes, and even more people I've offended. Whether or not we have a grudge is irrelevant. What matters is that he'll soon be just another regretful soul under my vast empire," Kingpin replied.

Boom!

Before he could finish, a shadow descended from above, landing heavily on the car's hood.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The hood crumpled under the impact.

Though reinforced and bulletproof, the car's expensive exterior withstood the blow without damaging the overall frame.

Kingpin and Sloan were shaken inside as they stared at the figure looming over the windshield, their faces darkening.

"Batman!"

Kingpin spat through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

The car's bulletproof glass was soundproof, but Anton, skilled at reading lips, could tell the hulking man was muttering his name. Anton waved mockingly at him in response, a decidedly unfriendly greeting.

Then, with a swift motion, he tossed the unconscious Bullseye aside and leaped into the air.

In midair, the Rabbit Armor's shoulder cannons adjusted, targeting the windshield of the luxury car. Fire erupted from the launchers as they fired.