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In the dimly lit office, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed. Moonlight filtered through the shattered windows, casting faint reflections on the ground. Kingpin, kneeling on one knee, was drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
He looked up slightly, seeing brown shoes and blue jean-clad legs standing before him. His heart filled with shock, as if he were trapped in a surreal nightmare.
Never in his wildest thoughts did he imagine that someone so young—practically a child compared to himself—could possess such an overwhelming and monstrous presence. It wasn't just physical strength or mental prowess. Kingpin could feel the sheer, unfiltered essence of power radiating from this young man—a god-like spirit exuding authority, unlike anything he had ever encountered.
Kingpin, the man who had faced countless adversities, whose will was forged in iron, felt it crumble under the immense pressure of this god-like energy. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing before something far beyond human.
The realization hit him: the person standing in front of him was a monster. No wonder Leon was so confident, looking down on him like he was nothing.
Kingpin raised his head further, meeting Leon's gaze. To him, Leon's face, calm and unwavering, was like the gaze of death itself. There was a stillness in his eyes—a pure, almost peaceful serenity. But it was this calmness that stung Kingpin the most, because it was the calm of someone who didn't see him as an equal, or even a person.
To Leon, Kingpin was just an ant—something insignificant that could be crushed at any moment, with no more thought than squashing a bug.
Kingpin knew he had survived the ordeal not just because of his physical endurance and iron will, but because Leon needed something from him.
Leon's calm voice broke the silence.
"Can you fulfill my request?"
Kingpin gritted his teeth, the humiliation still fresh.
"You're only asking that those with extraordinary abilities don't take action for three months?" Kingpin repeated, his voice wavering with a mix of disbelief and bitterness.
"It is only a simple request."
"Then, I agree!"
There was no hesitation. Kingpin had no choice but to accept defeat, the situation was an absolute disaster. No one in the underworld knew better than him that failure left no room for demands.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Fisk. I hope our next meeting won't be under such circumstances," Leon said politely.
With that, Leon turned and walked toward the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, Natasha following closely behind. They passed Odaiba, who lay trembling on the floor, too terrified to move. Neither of them even glanced at him before they leaped out of the building, descending from the great height with ease.
The office, now a war zone of shattered glass and debris, fell silent once more, with only the heavy breaths of Kingpin, Odaiba, and the others filling the air.
Bloody Mary and Sandman, their strength spent, finally relaxed from their strained states and collapsed, unconscious. But despite her pale face, Bloody Mary bore a twisted, almost satisfied expression.
Kingpin, the mastermind of New York's criminal underworld, should have had the mental fortitude to recover from this. His ability to adapt had always been second to none, but this time, his confidence felt shattered. There was a gap between him and Leon—an insurmountable difference in power that left him questioning everything.
Looking around at the destruction, the cracked walls, and the crumbling building, Kingpin realized something terrifying. Leon had nearly brought the entire structure down by sheer force of will. Yet, from the man's casual demeanor, there hadn't been the slightest hint of strain or exhaustion.
It was clear that Leon's true strength far surpassed what he had just shown.
What could he do now? Revenge? The idea was laughable. Kingpin didn't even know who Leon was, what his background was, or what gave him such unimaginable power.
Plots and schemes? Kingpin had endured countless trials, even moments of despair, such as when his wife and children were killed, leaving him feeling powerless. But this was different. This felt worse. For the first time in years, true helplessness and despair weighed down on him.
His eyes turned hollow as the minutes passed in silence. Finally, he shook off the sense of futility, forcing himself back to reality.
"What incredible power," he muttered, the awe in his voice almost reverent. Slowly, the emptiness in his eyes faded, replaced by the familiar fierce, domineering glare.
Kingpin stood with difficulty, ignoring his unconscious men. His gaze shifted to Odaiba, who was still lying near the edge of the broken window.
"Mr. Stane," Kingpin began coldly, "it seems our deal will need to change."
Odaiba stared back at Kingpin, realizing that now they stood in the same positions where Leon and Kingpin had started moments before.
Under the moonlight, a billionaire, a board member of Stark Industries, and the emperor of the underworld stood silently, hands clasped together. The quiet meeting stretched on for an hour, with no one knowing what was discussed.
Odaiba eventually departed, leaving Kingpin standing alone at the edge of the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, staring down at the departing luxury car. He murmured to himself, "I will find you. I'll make you regret looking at me like that."
With those words, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the chaos that had overtaken his domain.
The aftermath of the Kingpin Building incident couldn't be kept hidden from those who were paying attention. Many gang leaders had long been eyeing Kingpin's position, and within a short time, the news had spread to them.
While they had always coveted his power, these influential crime bosses, each with their own deep connections, had to acknowledge Kingpin's dominance. His iron grip extended not only over New York but also to many other parts of the world.
Yet, despite his power, he had been humiliated in his own stronghold, the Kingpin Building. The irony made them laugh, but their amusement was mixed with fear of the mysterious duo responsible for the event.
How strong must they be to force Kingpin, of all people, into submission?
According to the reports from those close to the incident, a terrifying force had shaken the entire building. The impact caused deep cracks in the structure, and even the ground around it was affected. The building now stood on the brink of collapse.
In response to the speculation, the next day, Kingpin issued a declaration to the entire New York underworld. He announced that for the next three months, anyone with extraordinary abilities was forbidden from taking any action—whether it be robbery, gunfights, or anything else.
He made it clear that anyone who disobeyed would face his wrath—bloody vengeance at any cost.