At this moment, a woman in a qipao had her eyes shimmering with emotion.
Her fair face seemed to reveal a trace of sorrow.
She gazed a few meters away at Zaire, her expression troubled as she said, "It's a pity, child, you've heard something you shouldn't have... After you die, I fear I'll have little chance to taste the food from your shop again…"
Clearly, as a regular at the restaurant, Madame Gao had recognized Zaire's identity
However, before she could finish speaking, a small handgun suddenly flipped out of her hand, steady and aimed directly at Zaire!
This Madame Gao…
Her words were as sweet as honey, but her heart was as venomous as a viper!
At the same time, a blond man with a sinister smile had been watching Zaire with an ominous glare.
His hand trembled slightly, and the metal playing cards between his fingers were ready to fly!
As a killer, he wasn't as verbose as Madame Gao.
Moreover, a marksman never speaks to the dead!
But just as the tense atmosphere thickened, and battle seemed imminent…
"Heh…"
Zaire suddenly curled his lips into a cruel smile.
Then, that cruel smile quickly morphed into wild laughter.
"Hahaha—"
In an instant, hearing Zaire's manic laughter, Madame Gao instinctively furrowed her brows, unable to hide her intense disgust as she looked at him.
Even the grinning blond man seemed unable to tolerate Zaire's laughter.
He glared at Zaire, growling, "Little mouse, have you gone mad?"
"Hey! What the hell are you laughing at?"
"Ha—"
At that moment, Zaire's laughter abruptly ceased.
He suddenly raised a hand that had been hidden behind his back!
In his palm lay a crystal sphere, the size of a baby's head, radiating a dazzling, terrifying green light, which then exploded into powder!
Crack!
Buzzing—
In that instant, accompanied by a spine-chilling, shrill hum, tiny metal beetles surged forth, each no bigger than a pinhead.
They quickly formed a terrifying cloud of metallic mist in front of Zaire!
This cloud seemed to possess an independent consciousness.
Before the stunned Madame Gao and the blond man could react, the ominous metallic mist swiftly lunged at them.
It tightly enveloped their heads and instantaneously transported itself into their brains!
"Ah—"
Madame Gao let out a short, sharp scream.
The handgun in her hand clattered to the floor.
She staggered backward, collapsing onto the carpet.
"Hah…"
Meanwhile, the twisted expression on the blond man's face reflected his immense pain as he knelt on the ground.
Even from his mouth and nose, a transparent, unknown liquid began to seep out!
At that moment, Zaire took a deep breath, his expression blank, and coldly addressed the two struggling figures:
"I laugh… because I suddenly recalled something happy!"
As soon as he spoke, both the blond man and Madame Gao abruptly ceased their struggles.
Moments later, moving from stiff to agile, they slowly rose to their feet.
With blank expressions, they approached Zaire and knelt before him.
"My lord! Please give your orders."
Zaire, squinting, looked at the two who had just moments ago been ready to kill.
Now their lives and minds were under his control.
He couldn't help but sigh.
"Why bother? It's a waste of my resources…"
And this little toy from the space undead…
The Lockheart Scarab was terrifying indeed!
Falling silent, Zaire glanced at the blond man and casually asked, "What's your name?"
The blond man, raised his head with an expressionless face and respectfully replied, "Lester Jengas, assassin alias: Bullseye."
Bullseye…
Zaire suddenly let out a cold laugh.
He stated with certainty, "If I'm not mistaken, the so-called underground king is 'Kingpin,' right?"
Upon hearing Zaire's inquiry, Bullseye obediently replied, "Kingpin is Wilson Fisk… He doesn't like others to call him by his name; he took the name 'Kingpin' to dominate the underworld."
However, Zaire showed no reaction to this answer.
In fact, the moment he learned of the underground king's existence, Zaire had an inkling of who it was.
Just a supervillain keen on ruling an empire of crime…
That was all Zaire needed to know at the moment.
Zaire suddenly shifted his gaze.
He looked down at the equally expressionless Madame Gao and asked, "How many subordinates do you have?"
"There are currently over fifty people in the guild, with a total of three hundred and ten scattered outside… There are also some subordinates in places beyond the Americas…"
"First, let the people in the guild leave, then gather all your subordinates. Tell them to come fully armed, the more weapons, the better…"
Zaire calmly issued orders to Madame Gao.
Next, the expressionless Madame Gao slowly got up.
She returned to the room, picked up her phone, and began dialing.
Then Zaire issued a command to Bullseye:
"Go back and tell Fisk that the Triad has defied his orders and chosen to rebel! Three days from now, they will launch an attack on Kingpin's stronghold… Do your best to persuade him to gather all the gangs in New York for defense!"
"Remember! All the gangs!"
"Understood! My lord!"
With a vacant expression, Bullseye quickly got to his feet.
Wiping the transparent liquid from his face, he hurriedly made his way downstairs.
Zaire's plan was to eliminate the "bugs" and uproot the "weeds" in New York.
This was a temporary solution he devised.
He didn't want to unknowingly run into trouble with some gangsters or offend someone the next time he delivered takeout.
Moreover, as long as Zaire lived among these pests,
how could he ever lead a peaceful and quiet life?
In fact, if Zaire hadn't accidentally stumbled upon their secret meeting,
he wouldn't have wanted to meddle.
That was the job of local police and superheroes.
But unfortunately, that Lockheart Scarab produced by the space undead
was exceptionally powerful and far too useful.
Since Zaire had already taken control of two talents connected to Kingpin,
he would use the conflicts between these gangs
to let them tear each other apart!
With a smile on his face, Zaire stepped out of the guild.
In his hand, he carried the heavy takeout box,
which of course did not contain any meals.
Instead, it held the funds left by Madame Gao in the guild.
About six million.
For Zaire, this was a spiritual compensation and tip from Madame Gao.
He strolled leisurely down the street.
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