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Faced with Obadiah's scrutiny, Kingpin calmly puffed on his cigar. The two locked eyes for a moment before Obadiah broke into a broad smile. "I believe there will be many people supporting you when the time comes."
"You have done a lot of charity work, and your efforts will surely be rewarded."
This statement carried a double meaning.
A grin spread across Kingpin's plump face. "I believe that too."
With the first round of their test complete, Kingpin made his intentions clear, and Obadiah gave his answer. The conversation moved to the next phase.
"I imagine the playboy's recklessness has caused Mr. Stane some trouble. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I want him dead, but I need a certain skill he possesses first."
Obadiah paused, holding his cigar, his tone unfiltered, laced with cold intent.
Kingpin was unsurprised and gave a slight nod. "What do you need from me?"
"I know Mr. Fisk has an extraordinary team, and I could use their assistance," Obadiah said with a smile.
Kingpin nodded again. "It took considerable effort to bring them together."
"Of course, I never disappoint my friends." Obadiah emphasized the word "friends," and Kingpin's lips curled into a slight smile. He extended his hand.
Without hesitation, Obadiah shook it.
The handshake symbolized the beginning of their fragile alliance, though both understood it was tenuous at best.
"Can I meet them? I'm curious about such people."
"Of course."
Kingpin never disappointed his "partners." He motioned to a subordinate in the distance, who immediately nodded and spoke into his communicator. Moments later, there was a knock at the office door.
The guard at the door opened it, revealing a group of figures, each with distinct shapes and sizes—men and women, some tall, some short. Among them were two women and three men. One of the men was massive, clad in heavy metal armor with a helmet shaped like a rhino's horn, his presence imposing.
"Bullseye, Lady Bullseye, Typhoid Mary, Sandman, Rhino," Kingpin introduced briefly.
Bullseye and Lady Bullseye were both lethal assassins, but far beyond ordinary in strength. Bullseye had a natural throwing ability, capable of turning anything in his hand into a deadly projectile. He could slit a person's throat with a playing card, impale a skull with a spit tooth, or kill a target from a hundred meters away using a toothpick.
Lady Bullseye, with her smoke-creating skills, was a master fighter, weapon specialist, with superhuman agility, and expertise in stealth.
Typhoid Mary had abilities far beyond the physical: creating psychic shields, launching devastating energy blasts, flying, and possessing strong telepathy. She could implant suggestions and fantasies into minds, a crazy but beautiful woman with multiple personalities.
Sandman, as his name implied, could turn his body into sand, manipulating the surrounding environment to trigger natural disaster-level events like sandstorms.
The Rhino had immense strength, durability, and impact power, reinforced by his specially designed rhino armor, making him a destructive force on the battlefield.
Kingpin summarized the abilities of his powerful subordinates quickly, without revealing too much. But even the surface-level details were enough to please Obadiah. He raised his glass, clinking it with Kingpin's, satisfaction clear on his face. After taking a sip, he laughed deeply. "I like them. If they can handle this for me, I believe the future is ours."
Kingpin was about to agree when a sudden voice interrupted him.
"What a delightful evening. Sorry to interrupt your little meeting."
The slightly raspy yet charming voice cut through the room, causing everyone's expressions to change immediately. Bodyguards from both sides drew their guns and rushed to the edges of the room, surrounding Obadiah and Kingpin. Some even positioned themselves by the windows, ensuring no one could snipe from afar.
The professionalism of the bodyguards was evident.
Obadiah and Kingpin didn't panic. They exchanged frowns, clearly understanding that this wasn't an ambush from one another. Typhoid Mary and the others turned their focus to the door. On the other side, the sound of crisp footsteps grew louder and clearer.
As the bodyguards trained their weapons on the door, there was a polite knock.
Knock, knock, knock!
And then a soft click. The door opened, and two figures stepped inside.
A man stood in the doorway, dressed casually but with style. He wore an orange T-shirt paired with black sports shorts, a black, gray, and white plaid shirt jacket, and white sneakers. His slightly curly burgundy hair framed his figure perfectly, highlighting his refined and striking appearance.
The man next to him was equally impressive, with a handsome, sharp face and tousled black hair. He had on a white undershirt beneath a gray, lightweight jacket, blue jeans, and dark brown shoes, exuding a carefree yet polished charm. Together, their striking looks and presence demanded attention, but what stood out even more was the place where they had appeared.
Kingpin and Obadiah sat in chairs near the floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounded by bodyguards. Through the gaps in the crowd, they could see the fallen bodies of Kingpin's men behind the man and woman at the door. Kingpin's expression darkened.
His office was on the top floor of the building, and his men were stationed throughout the entire structure. The fact that these two had made it here without raising alarms meant they had been dealt with quietly. These two were no ordinary intruders.
Are they here for me? Or for Obadiah? Kingpin's mind raced.
Obadiah, too, was sizing up the situation. He briefly glanced at Kingpin but chose to remain silent, letting the moment unfold.
Typhoid Mary, however, had a different reaction. A twisted, ferocious grin spread across her face. She was captivated by the two newcomers.
"So perfect. I like you," she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "I want to carve beautiful, bloody marks into your skin. The beauty of your torn flesh would almost make me orgasm." Typhoid Mary practically moaned, her eyes wild with excitement.