Superman’s Saiyan little brother

"Amitabha, dear benefactor, could you possibly spare Lester Benefactor's life? As the saying goes, 'an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.' Instead of killing Lester Benefactor and committing the sin of murder, why not let him spend the rest of his life atoning for his mistakes?" Kingpin, seeming to understand the target's plea for help, clasped his hands together, squeezing out a sincere look of compassion on his fleshy face, and gently spoke to Robert.

Robert remained silent for a moment, facing the discordant presence of Kingpin. Robert was quite familiar with the profession of monks, not to mention Krillin from the Dragon Ball world, who was a monk at the Orin Temple, but also because the country Robert came from before his transmigration had a long tradition of Buddhism, depicted in various literary and cinematic works.

However, whether those monks were good or bad, most of them had a more benevolent appearance. In Robert's view, Kingpin, standing over two meters tall, covered in muscles, and with a face so filled with flesh that smiling seemed a struggle, looked even more ferocious than Lu Zhishen!

"Sorry, I can't." However, Robert quickly regained his composure. He had no intention of changing his way of handling things just because he was dealing with Kingpin to get information about the talisman. After all, the target had set his sights on Smallville Town, posing a potential threat to Robert's family, so naturally, Robert couldn't let him go.

With a "boom," following Robert's words, the energy ball in the target's mouth exploded, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, quickly robbing him of his life.

"Amitabha, well done, well done..." Kingpin, witnessing the target's death in front of him, shook his head with some emotion, regretfully stating, "Lester Benefactor had committed many sins in his life. I had planned to guide him towards goodness, allowing him to atone for his past, but it seems now he can only slowly repay in hell!"

"Hell? Is there really a hell?" Robert's eyes lit up at the mention. The Dragon Ball world's hell had many strong fighters, and although Robert didn't know if Kryptonians were under the jurisdiction of hell, if this world truly had a hell, perhaps Robert might have a chance to encounter deceased Kryptonian warriors as mentioned by Kara in the future!

"Hell certainly exists. I have seen a lord of hell who had predestined my soul, saying I was one of the top evildoers, a natural devil..." Kingpin said, looking at Robert.

"However, seeing you today, benefactor, with your aura of killing, treating life as if it were worthless, if that lord of hell saw you, he would probably also like your soul..."

"So, to prevent this from happening, you should study Buddhism with me, accumulate good deeds, and ascend to the Western Paradise as soon as possible, escaping the threat of the endless hells."

Robert: (???) Does he have that big illness?
"Have you obtained something called a talisman? Can you tell me what talisman you got?" Robert didn't want to continue discussing Buddhism with Kingpin. Since Kingpin had appeared, it was a good opportunity for Robert to clarify the information about the talisman.

"Are you here for it?" Kingpin looked at Robert with some surprise, then took out half of a talisman from his bosom, softly saying, "I'm sorry, benefactor, I cannot give this talisman to you right now because I have not completely resolved its issues. Once I have, I can give it to you, and it will be a complete piece..."

"Perhaps, it could help you become a truly kind person who cherishes life, just like it helped me!"

"Half? A tiger talisman?" The mention of a half talisman triggered a memory in Robert, reminiscent of scenes involving Jackie Chan's cooperation, reminding Robert of the name of the talisman in Kingpin's hand. However, just as Robert was about to say something, he suddenly turned his head towards the outside, sensing several auras approaching in different tiers.

"Hmm?" Kingpin, holding the half tiger talisman, also looked outside, as the half talisman in his hand was slightly heating up, guiding Kingpin to look in that direction.

"Don't run! Stop!" Soon, there was a commotion outside, seeming like a chase was happening.

"Robert, there's someone outside who looks exactly like Kingpin..." Clark's voice echoed in Robert's mind, "Be careful, if something's wrong, retreat. Don't make too much noise!"

"Don't worry, even without me, they would make a big noise!" Robert shrugged, somewhat eagerly waiting for the appearance of the other Kingpin.

"Got you!" However, as the other Kingpin appeared in Robert's sight, a slightly taller and chubbier figure grabbed the body of the other Kingpin, mumbling, "Don't think of escaping, hand over the talisman!"

"Trunks?" Robert blinked, recognizing the identity of the chubby figure.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Trunks had grabbed the other Kingpin, he was met with a heavy blow. The other Kingpin's arm elbowed back, hitting Trunks' belly so hard that it caved in, and even his body staggered from the intense pain.

With a "thud," the next moment, the other Kingpin performed a shoulder throw, slamming Trunks heavily onto the ground, causing the ground itself to tremble.

Not relenting, the other Kingpin, with a fierce glint in his eyes, kicked towards Trunks' head, intending to crush it like a watermelon!

With a "bang," however, the other Kingpin's action was thwarted because Kingpin rushed in front of him, kicking his foot away and forcing him back.

"Amitabha, haven't you learned your lesson? Do you still wish to commit senseless killings?" Kingpin sighed, standing between Trunks and the other Kingpin, advising the latter.

"Shut up! You are not me! You're a fake!" The other Kingpin glared at Kingpin, angrily shouting.

"If I'm a fake, then why can't you beat me? Since when does the original lose to the counterfeit?" Kingpin slowly shook his head, softly saying, "Therefore, this is the Buddha's will. The Buddha has given us the chance to convert, to wash away our sins. As the saying goes, 'laying down the butcher's knife instantly turns one into a Buddha.' As long as you can, like me, guide others towards goodness, we can surely escape the threat of hell and head towards the Western Paradise!"

"Fuck the Western Paradise, even if I fall into hell, I won't go to your Western Paradise! I am Kingpin! I am the king of the underworld!" Perhaps angered by the notion that the original couldn't beat the counterfeit, the other Kingpin roared, swinging his fist at Kingpin. Soon, the two were locked in combat, making it difficult for bystanders to tell them apart, reminiscent of the true and false Monkey King.

At this moment, Robert sensed the subsequent auras also arriving...