As a master combatant, Fisk had absolute confidence in the speed and range of this strike.
How could it be dodged so easily?
Before he could even adjust his center of gravity, a massive sense of danger instantly erupted.
Bang!
A palm that looked slender, almost boneless, lightly pressed against his broad chest.
It seemed like a gentle blow.
But the moment it made contact, Fisk felt as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram fired at point-blank range!
"Ugh!!"
Fisk let out a muffled groan as his massive body, weighing hundreds of pounds, slid backward uncontrollably for several meters. His feet plowed two deep furrows into the carpet until he finally came to a stop after smashing through a desk worth tens of thousands of dollars.
In that instant, the anger in Fisk's eyes vanished, replaced by profound horror.
His chest throbbed with pain, and his ribs seemed to be wailing.
A surge of blood welled up, and he nearly failed to suppress the urge to vomit blood.
How is this possible?!
His body looked bloated, but that wasn't fat at all; it was pure muscle forged through decades of ascetic-like, frenzied training!
Within the human realm, even those with superpowers or those injected with Super Soldier Serum could rarely overpower him in a contest of strength.
But this woman before him... her arms were slender with no muscle definition. Why did she possess such monstrous strength that defied all common physical laws?!
"You're not human..." Fisk gritted his teeth, the murderous glint in his eyes intensifying. "What on earth are you?"
Fisk straightened his back abruptly, intending to launch a counterattack. But just as he lifted his leg, a foot wearing a black leather shoe struck first, despite moving second.
It kicked him hard in the abdomen!
Boom—!!
This time, there was no room for maneuvering.
Terrifying kinetic energy erupted!
Fisk was sent flying back like a fired cannonball, completely defenseless, as he smashed through the massive bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window behind him!
Crash—!
Countless crystalline shards of glass danced in the moonlight.
"Argh!!" Fisk truly lived up to being at the peak of human conditioning. At the moment his body flew out the window, about to plunge into the abyss, he relied on his incredible survival instinct and reaction speed to death-grip the edge of the broken floor in the nick of time.
His grip strength was exaggerated—he could crush a man's head with a single hand—but clearly, in front of Makima, such brute force could only be used for a desperate struggle to survive.
Whoosh—
The cold wind from hundreds of meters up howled as it poured into his collar.
Half of Fisk's body hung outside. His expensive white suit was shredded by the glass, and blood trickled down from his punctured palms.
Even so, he clung to the edge of the floor with sheer willpower.
For the first time, his eyes were filled with such terror.
It wasn't just the fear of death, but also the fear of the unknown.
The woman wasn't even breathless or sweating, as if she had just casually swatted a fly.
"Mr. Fisk!!" Wesley, who had been hiding in the corner, was scared out of his wits when he saw this.
Seeing Makima walking toward the life-hanging Fisk, he actually trembled as he peeked out from behind the sofa and suddenly raised a handgun, aiming at Makima.
Wesley's hands were shaking, and his legs wouldn't stop wobbling, but even so, he risked being killed to step out from cover and protect his master.
Without any hesitation or words, he squeezed his index finger hard, wanting to pull the trigger.
He wanted to empty the entire magazine into this monster wearing a beautiful woman's skin.
However.
No shot rang out.
Wesley's expression froze.
No matter how hard he tried, even as his knuckles turned white from the effort, the small trigger seemed welded shut, remaining motionless.
No... that's not right.
It wasn't that the gun was broken.
It was his finger... his finger was refusing to carry out the "fire" command issued by his brain!
Clink.
Amidst this suffocating standoff, a crisp and eerie metallic clink abruptly rang in his ear.
The sound was extremely close, as if it originated from within his own body.
What was that sound?
Wesley stiffened all over, an extremely ominous premonition causing him to subconsciously look down.
In the next second, his pupils constricted violently, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
At some unknown point.
A chain had actually pierced through his abdomen!
There was no pain, not even any bleeding.
The chain connected to his body in such an overbearing yet quiet manner, stretched taut in the air.
Following the chain, the other end... was connected to Makima's lower abdomen not far away.
"This... this is..." Wesley's mind went blank, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
So, as early as the moment he peeked out... no, perhaps even earlier, had he already been "connected" by this woman?
Makima stopped and turned her head.
She tilted her head with interest, as if she had seen an interesting toy.
"What a loyal dog..."
As her words fell.
Wesley's arm seemed to gain a mind of its own, abruptly turning the muzzle.
Under Fisk's horrified gaze.
His most trusted lieutenant and loyal friend, Wesley, wore an expression of extreme panic, as if desperately fighting against something invisible. Yet, that hand unwaveringly pressed the dark muzzle against his own chin.
His finger rested on the trigger and was slowly, irreversibly, pulling it back inch by inch.
"No... No!!"
Hanging outside the window, Fisk completely broke down.
His face, which had always been cold and ruthless, was now filled with despair—a panic he hadn't even felt when his own life was in danger.
"Stop! What did you do to him?!"
Fisk struggled to climb up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Come at me if you have a problem! You monster!!"
Su Modie, watching the livestream at home, almost couldn't hold back her laughter at this scene.
She knew very well that both Wesley and Fisk were out-and-out villains and evil men.
They had countless lives on their hands, had shattered many families, and had once left many superheroes feeling helpless.
Especially Fisk; in the animated movie, he even had the terrifying record of punching Spider-Man to death.
It was just that now... it was like comparing a small sorcerer to a grand one. Looking at Fisk hanging hundreds of meters in the air, whom Makima could kill with a simple stomp, Su Modie even felt he was a bit pitiful, and almost "cute" when together with Wesley.
Perhaps this was the change in perspective brought by power.
About a month ago, Su Modie had almost been beaten by thugs into a "defeat CG."
But now, in Makima's eyes, the boss of those thugs, Kingpin, was nothing more than a slightly fat ant.
Even Makima's most insignificant physical strength was enough to trade blows with Fisk.
One could only say that compared to Makima, Fisk wasn't "evil" or "villainous" enough.
It made Su Modie feel like she was the big villain breaking up a couple, and she felt a bit ashamed.
She was about to start again... Su Modie couldn't help but sigh as she stuffed the last potato chip into her mouth. "Truly touching."
"In the eyes of Kingpin, a cold-blooded villain who kills without blinking, Wesley is the sole exception."
"He is his only close friend; Kingpin trusts Wesley even more than he trusts his own wife."
"Only in front of Wesley is Kingpin Wilson Fisk, rather than that iron-faced underworld emperor."
Su Modie remembered that in the TV series Daredevil, it was Wesley's death that caused Kingpin to completely darken and lose control.
The phrase "star-crossed lovers" really wasn't nonsense; they truly were quite ill-fated.
Dear Reader,
A special 60% discount offer available Don't miss this opportunity to enjoy your favorite stories at a greatly reduced price.
The offer is available for a limited time only — grab it before it ends!
Ãdvåñçé çhàptêr àvàilàble óñ pàtreøn luffy1898