Chapter 32: CH 32: Kingpin
There is a large building in the entirety of Hell's Kitchen. It is the tallest structure, towering several floors higher than the surrounding high-rises.
It is high enough to overlook the entire Hell's Kitchen!
This was where the ruler of Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin, liked to spend most of his time.
At this moment, Kingpin is staying at the highest point of the highest floor, looking down at the entire Hell's Kitchen.
Standing there, anyone or anything seems extremely small, and Kingpin likes this feeling. He enjoyes this sense of superiority over everything. He likes controlling everything and looking down on everyone, except for his family.
A subordinate lit a cigar for him,and Kingpin held the cigar between his lips. Compared to his monstrous, burly frame, the thick cigar looked no different from a slender cigarette. Smoke curled faintly in the air, and through the haze, Kingpin's imposing, oppressive gaze could be seen. This was the aura of New York's underground emperor.
Suddenly, the phone on the side rang.
But Kingpin did not move, nor did his gaze shift.
The subordinate quickly answered the phone, lowering his voice as much as possible while whispering something.
After a moment, the subordinate showed an obvious shock on his face. He walked behind Kingpin and stood there respectfully. Even though his expression was already very urgent and shocked, he did not dare to speak casually, because the person in front of him was Kingpin, the real king of Hell's Kitchen.
Finally, with another wisp of smoke spraying out of his nasal cavity, Kingpin's not very pleasant and somewhat hoarse voice rang out.
"What is it?"
Only then did the subordinate dare to speak, recounting what he heard at the fastest speed in his life.
After listening to the subordinate's report, Kingpin's face showed some interest.
A not-so-well-behaved cat provoked him, but Kingpin didn't care much. He just sent a team to hunt down the cat.
But now, it seems that an interesting accident has occurred. The whole team failed to hunt down the cat and was wiped out instead?
Even though the cat looked far stronger than ordinary people,it doesn't have that kind of ability.
Kingpin was well aware of the existence of superhumans. As New York's underground emperor, how could he not? Some of his own partners, such as the Hand, possessed real supernatural powers.
But Kingpin didn't care. Although he is not an Superhuman, but he is confident that he will never be weaker than those so-called Superhumans.
His self-assurance came from an extreme confidence in his own strength and power, which even made him form a kind of contempt for those superhumans who weren't too powerful.
"Check it out. There seems to be some interesting little mice in Hell's Kitchen."
"Yes!"
The subordinate responded respectfully, and then turned and left.
Kingpin didn't like to be long-winded, nor did he like others to refute him. No matter what the kind of order was, the subordinates were only qualified to execute it. Either complete it or die, there was no other option.
The door was opened, and the subordinate, who was originally lowering his head slightly, suddenly froze all over.
"Who are you..."
He stopped talking before he could finish, not because he didn't want to continue, but because he couldn't continue.
A hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up effortlessly.
With a light squeeze and a click, this top henchman under Kingpin, who was definitely a well-known figure in the underworld, lost his struggle and collapsed.
Throwing him to the ground, Rock turned around and looked at the little cat behind him – the black cat Felicia.
"This time, it wasn't too bloody, right?"
The black cat Felicia said with a proud expression,"Yeah, it's not bad this time."
Rock smiled slightly. A little cat would be boring if she didn't have the pride and wildness of a cat. Rock was very interested in this little black cat.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
At this time, kingpin, who heard the noise, also turned his head, still holding the cigar in his mouth. He only glanced at the corpse of his subordinate and didn't pay too much attention to it.
A rough smoke spewed out of his mouth, lingering in the air.
"It seems that you are the one who wiped out my team."
"You mean those impolite guys who broke my door?"
"It just so happens that I also came to find you for this reason."
"Find me?"
"Yes, your subordinates broke my door, shouldn't I ask you for some compensation~"
This obviously sounded outrageous, but Kingpin nodded.
"So, compensation it is," he said. "However, you might need to come and claim it yourself."
"That's right, I should be allowed to take my things myself."
It was just a normal conversation, but Felicia standing behind inexplicably felt a chill, as if accidentally, a murderous atmosphere filled the room.
Instinctively, She took a few steps back.
"So,shall we begin?"
"Good!"
With a smile, Kingpin took a deep breath. With Kingpin's lung capacity, he could burn a cigar with just this one puff.
The long ash slowly fell down,and the moment it landed,
Bang!!!
The ground in two places exploded at the same time. Rock and Kingpin moved at the same time. One was like a violent ancient beast, and the other was like an ancient warrior. They rushed towards each other at the same time.
The two fists collided in mid-air.
Boom!!!
The purest collision of strength caused a terrifying movement. A wave of air that seemed to be materialized shook and impacted all around.
The wardrobe, table, and sofa were shaking almost at the same time.
No,it wasn't just them that were trembling, the entire room shook from the force of the impact, and the vibrations even continued to spread outward.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
All the glasses shattered at once.
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T/N: if anyone has any suggestions about dialogues of marvel charesters, please comment. I'm trying to change the dialogues so they sound less Chinese,but I'm not very good at it,so if anyone has any suggestions, please comment.