A little bit later.
Inside the office.
Alex stepped on the tattooed big man's head from above, and those who tried to attack him were defeated at that moment.
All their limbs were twisted.
Even if they were taken to the hospital now, they would remain disabled for life.
Alex never showed mercy to those who sought trouble with him.
The female secretary, on the other hand, was sitting in a corner and shivering.
She couldn't believe the scene that had just happened, just blinked her eyes.
These elite bandits were lying on the ground in a bizarre pose, and the general manager was directly knocked down and trampled when he tried to escape.
"You... Who the hell are you?"
The big tattooed man asked with some anxiety.
"Novelist".
"From now on, you answer all my questions."
"One more word and you'll be with your guys."
The big man's tattooed face instantly changed, and out of the corner of his eye he looked at one of his men nearby.
He was too pathetic.
He didn't look human at all.
The tattooed big man swallowed, "Mr. Alex... you... You ask..."
"What kind of board of directors?"
Hearing this question, the tattooed big guy wanted to cry, why was he so talkative.
"There is a limit to my patience!"
Without any nonsense, Alex lightly pressed on his head, and the tattooed big man let out a painful scream.
He even heard the sound of bones cracking.
"I'll tell you... I'll say...."
He couldn't offend either side, but if he didn't, he would die right now.
Feeling the decrease in pressure coming from his head, the tattooed big man instantly felt like he was resurrected from the dead.
"Mr. Alex, my boss is Kingpin."
"Kingpin?"
When the tattooed big man heard Alex's puzzled voice, he thought it was because Alex didn't know Kingpin, and immediately explained.
"His real name is Wilson Fisk, and everything that happened today was ordered by him."
To stay alive, the tattooed big man gave out everything he could say.
Kingpin, and of course Alex knew him.
The underground emperor of New York, the head of the largest gangster group in the whole country.
And in front of the media β philanthropist and businessman Wilson Fisk.
It is no exaggeration to say that he was behind all the chains of the black industry throughout the country.
It seems that he saw the value of these novels and was going to turn them into films.
No wonder he felt something familiar when he first saw the name of this company.
"So where is he now?"
Since he provoked him first, Alex wasn't polite to him.
Not to mention that he was an employee of the biggest bandit in the whole country.
Even if he was the boss of the biggest gang in the world, it didn't really matter to Alex.
"I am... I don't know!"
Alex believed that the tattooed big man was not lying this time.
As if he was afraid that Alex would kill him in an instant, the tattooed big man continued: "Mr. Alex, I have the boss's phone number."
"I was going to call him to let him know about the success of the signing, and here's the phone."
As he spoke, he took out a black mobile phone from his pants pocket.
At the same time, he had the good sense to dial Kingpin's phone number.
Everything was so smooth and smooth.
He knew what he was doing!
As soon as the call was answered, a calm middle-aged male voice rang out from the other side: "How are you, is everything ready?".
The big tattooed man dared to answer.
"Everything is ready, but I am the one who took care of them."
Alex said in an extremely arrogant tone.
The Kingpin on the other end of the phone, realizing that it wasn't the voice of his people, also immediately guessed what was going on.
"Mr. Alex, it looks like I underestimated you."
"Without further ado, where are you?"
Kingpin was visibly stunned, he did not expect Alex to be so straightforward in his desire for revenge.
In his opinion, there were only two types of people who were so arrogant.
One type is someone who was really strong and wasn't afraid of anything.
Others were not in their right mind.
Before meeting Alex, he couldn't figure out what type Alex was.
What if he was a strong mutant.
He handled his people so easily.
Undoubtedly, he was a mutant.
Offending a strong mutant would be a big mistake for him.
"Mr. Alex, this matter is my concern, why don't we do it this way, if you have any request, just ask."
"I remember there is an old saying in the East, it is called "many friends - many roads".
The tattooed man couldn't believe that these words were coming out of Kingpin's mouth.
Would he give in?
Alex smiled weakly.
If he wasn't strong enough, it's hard to say whether he would have come out of this office alive or not.
"I'm sorry, I'm not the kind of person who likes to make friends."
"You!"
"Well, it's not like I haven't killed mutants before, so try it if you dare."
"Even if you find me, you won't be able to kill me, or you'll have to take your own life."
With that, Kingpin immediately hung up the phone.
Under Alex's angry gaze, the tattooed big man immediately dialed the number again, and this time no one answered.
Alex: "????"
He was the biggest gangster in America.
He just overestimated him.
He's a real weakling!
Alex almost laughed.
"Mr. Alex, I really don't know where the boss is right now."
"The boss and we are all in touch by phone...".
The tattooed big man tried his best to justify himself, hoping that Alex could be merciful and spare him.
Alex was too lazy to continue the conversation with such a person, and he kicked him hard, he immediately lost consciousness from the pain.
It was only after Alex had left for a while that the receptionist in the corner came to her senses.
"Report to ... Call the police..."
"No, call an ambulance, call an ambulance..."
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