In the office
Moans of pain could be heard from the men lying on the ground.
Their limbs were twisted in strange directions.
Arthur found it strangely satisfying to beat them up.
At that moment, he had one foot on the tattooed man's head, his posture bent while he rested one arm on the knee of the leg pressing down on the man's head.
Even if the men on the ground were sent to the hospital now, they would be disabled for life.
Arthur would never show mercy to those who caused him trouble.
Perhaps this was due to the influence of the character card, but Arthur could definitely say he would act the same way with or without it.
As for the secretary? She was crouched in the corner, shaking, with tears and snot staining her face.
She couldn't believe what had happened before her eyes.
Her boss's bodyguards were all lying on the ground, beaten… while the boss himself was on the ground, his head being stepped on.
"W-who the hell are you?"
The tattooed man asked in horror.
This time, they had messed with the wrong guy.
"I'm just a writer.
From now on, you will only answer what I ask, understand?
Say one more nonsense, and your end will be worse than those idiots."
The tattooed man's expression suddenly changed. He glanced at his subordinates not far away from the corner of his eyes.
Their situation was horrible.
The tattooed man swallowed.
"Mr. Morgan… you… you can ask whatever you want…"
"Tell me, what board of directors were you talking about just now?"
Upon hearing this question, the tattooed man wanted to cry.
Why did he ask the hardest question first?
Now he didn't know what to do. He couldn't afford to offend either side.
"Say it at once! My patience has a limit."
Arthur put a little more strength into his foot. The tattooed man let out a painful groan.
He even heard the sound of his skull cracking.
"Arrgh!!"
"I-I talk! I talk!!!"
He couldn't afford to offend either side, but if Arthur took offense now, he was certain to die.
Feeling the pressure on his head lessen, the tattooed man immediately felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.
"Mr. Morgan, my boss is Kingpin."
"Kingpin?"
Upon hearing Arthur's question, the tattooed man thought he didn't know Kingpin and immediately explained.
"I don't know his real name, but everything that happened today was ordered by him."
To survive, the tattooed man told everything he knew.
Arthur met Kingpin.
His real name is Wilson Fisk.
He is one of the most feared and powerful crime bosses in the Marvel Universe.
In public, Wilson Fisk was a charitable businessman.
It is no exaggeration to say that almost every shadow industry chain across the United States is controlled by him.
(So that's why I felt like I'd seen this name somewhere… Why didn't I realize it before?)
It seemed Kingpin saw value in his books.
In addition to his inhuman physical strength—capable of knocking down concrete walls with punches—he was also an extremely intelligent and perceptive man.
"Where is he now?"
Arthur didn't care if he was the Kingpin or Rapunzel.
He was going to teach this guy a lesson.
"I-I don't know!"
Arthur knew the tattooed man wasn't lying this time.
As if afraid Arthur would kill him if he disagreed, the tattooed man continued,
"Mr. Morgan, I-I have a way to contact the boss…
I had to call him to report the situation after you signed the contract. The phone is here."
As he spoke, he took out a black phone from his pants pocket and called Kingpin.
As soon as the call was connected, a firm voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end:
"So? Is the matter resolved?"
The tattooed man wisely remained silent.
"It's done. In fact, I'd say it's all very well done. I managed to finish it pretty quickly."
Arthur spoke in a cold tone.
Kingpin, on the other end of the line, realized it wasn't his subordinate's voice and immediately guessed what was going on.
"Mr. Morgan, it seems I underestimated you."
"Stop talking nonsense. Tell me, where are you?"
Kingpin was surprised; he didn't expect Arthur to seek revenge in such a direct way.
In his opinion, there were generally only two situations for a person to be so arrogant:
First, the person is powerful and unafraid.
Second, the person's brain is not working properly.
It was difficult for him to know which type Arthur belonged to without meeting him first.
But to be able to take out his subordinates so easily, it was likely that he was a mutant.
A relatively powerful mutant.
After thinking for a while, Kingpin decided it would be a loss for him to get on the bad side of a powerful mutant, especially if that mutant had any relationship with the Brotherhood of Mutants.
After weighing the pros and cons for a few seconds, Kingpin decided to retreat this time.
An opportunity to teach Arthur a lesson would definitely arise in the future.
"Mr. Morgan, how about we do it like this: ask me for something, and as long as it's within my reach, I'll give it to you."
The tattooed man couldn't believe those words came out of Kingpin's mouth.
(Is Kingpin admitting defeat?)
If Arthur knew what he was thinking, he would have burst out laughing.
Kingpin admitting defeat? It seems like it.
Arthur smiled slightly. Kingpin's words were superfluous.
(That bald guy is probably already thinking of a way to attack me,) Arthur thought lightly.
If he weren't strong, he likely wouldn't have even made it out alive.
Kingpin's current attitude didn't mean he was admitting defeat.
The situation was out of his control, which is why he was demonstrating 'weakness' so he could take revenge on Arthur later.
"Sorry, I don't want anything from you."
"You!"
"Very well, bring it on. It's not like I've never killed a mutant before."
After speaking, Kingpin hung up the phone directly.
Under Arthur's gaze, the tattooed man immediately dialed the number again, but this time there was an "empty number" notification.
Arthur almost laughed seeing that the 'great king of crime' hadn't told him anything useful and was still hiding.
"M-m-mr. Morgan, I really don't know where the boss is right now."
The tattooed man tried his best to apologize, hoping Arthur would spare his life.
Arthur was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with this kind of person, so he simply turned and walked away.
It was only after Arthur left that the secretary stirred in the corner.
"I-I'm going to call the police…"
"No, call an ambulance…"
(End of chapter)
"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."