On the thirty-second floor of the Star Ring Building, Wesley sat in a soft chair by the window with his hands on his chest, a bottle of high-end red wine in his hand, and a scarlet liquid rippling in a goblet.

This Sven man with glasses, well-dressed and polite, both in terms of temperament and image, quite conforms to the definition of an elite.

Standing on Eighth Avenue, this skyscraper is considered by many gangsters to be a "holy place", and once had the same status as the residence of the previous underworld emperor, Kim Ji.

Rumors circulating in Hell's Kitchen portray James Wesley as a sinister, cunning, and scheming evil leader. If you inquire carefully, you can also hear all kinds of details, such as how Wesley deliberately became the legal counsel of Jin He, and then broke into the core of the underworld empire step by step, and finally when the time came, he overturned the underworld emperor to the ground in one fell swoop, and jumped to the throne of power.

Versions are used as after-dinner chatter in late-night bars and streets, but even if Wesley walked up to them, they wouldn't associate the evil leader of the story with the Sven man in front of him.

"Ramon is dead."

Recalling the news from his subordinates, Wesley's brows furrowed, the mediocre RAND Group executive was the puppet figure he had picked.

Although there is no talent worth watching, it is better to be honest and obedient, and it is a loyal dog worth training. Ramon is not prominent in the RAND Group, and his sudden ascension to a high position will definitely cause dissatisfaction among many people, even if the old guys on the board know who is standing behind him, I am afraid they will still feel indignant.

Isolating the puppet and leaving him to rely on his own abilities is like training a hound, neither overfed nor too hungry. Wesley had learned a lot from the young boss over the years, the most important of which was to never trust loyalty.

"Burned to a dried corpse, the scene was accompanied by the smell of sulfur...... Crimes of religious fanatics? Or is there another street hero in Hell's Kitchen who doesn't know whether to live or die? ”

Wesley banged on the table, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, with Ramon accidentally killed two days earlier, Vladimir of Russia, and the backbone of the Hand Order, who were either missing or would be found dead the next morning.

Today, there are no street heroes in Hell's Kitchen, and after the death of Tekken Danny Rand, the gang seems to have given up their lives as vigilantes, and the only punisher who stands his ground has left the neighborhood and changed the hunting spot.

"Who is it?" Wesley didn't think anyone else would dare to challenge him.

At least after he and the Hand reached a joint alliance, with the latter's powerful force, coupled with his own means of co-opting, suppressing and dividing forces, he had already trained those gangsters to be more docile than Chihuahuas.

"Maybe I should call my boss."

Wesley hadn't been in contact with Sean for a long time, and the young boss hadn't bothered since Hell's Kitchen was on track, and with Ambrera's meteoric rise, the gap between the two sides had widened.

The Sven man, who has always been very good at figuring out his thoughts, couldn't help but hesitate a little, Sean is no longer a little person who was unknown before, the other party is now shrouded in multiple halos, and the object of cooperation has been upgraded to a behemoth like Stark Industries, and it really won't cause anger to bother the young boss who seems to be pleasant-looking?

Thinking about it, Daredevil, dressed in a black suit, had already rushed into the Star Ring Building, and because he did not deliberately hide his traces, the alarm was triggered at the first time, and the elite ninjas gathered on the lower floors swarmed in. These highly trained killing machines, with extremely sensitive movements, use long knives or darts and chains, and the ancient cold weapons in their hands bloom with amazing lethality, even a team of heavily armed special soldiers may not be able to retreat.

The lights of the building dimmed instantly, and countless figures emerged from the pitch black environment, they held their breath, their steps were extremely light, like light swallows, and the long knives in their hands flickered with cold light.

Standing in the middle, surrounded by the masses, Daredevil snorted coldly, he felt the vengeful spirit roaring and roaring in his body, and he couldn't wait to release and feast on these evil souls stained with blood and killing. The extremely slow heartbeat, the silent footsteps on the ground, and the ghostly movement trajectory are like frozen animations in the eyes of Daredevil, whose abilities have been magnified countless times, frame by frame.

The short sticks on both sides of his legs were reached, and a scorching flame covered them, and Daredevil walked like a phantom shadow in the darkness, and a fierce fire appeared in his eyes, like a demon in hell descending!

Those elite ninjas are not Daredevil's enemies at all, and even if there are many people, they can't hurt each other at all. With a "bang", the short stick was thrown out and smashed the head of a red-clothed ninja, and blood splashed out along with the brain, Daredevil, who was immersed in a killing state, was unmoved, he pressed the head of a ninja with one hand, and the strength surged, directly twisting the fragile neck.

The elite ninjas, who are not afraid of death, and the many bodyguards equipped by the Star Ring Mansion itself, can't stop Daredevil, whose eyes are burning with flames, and those wailing souls are absorbed, and the vengeful spirits who feel satisfied emit a creepy laugh through the host's body.

"More! It also craves more! ”

As if sensing the vengeful spirit's roar, the flames in Daredevil's eyes rose to the ground, almost enveloping the entire red demon hood, like a real demon from hell.

"You, you, you...... You're all guilty! The hoarse voice was so cold that it was like a judge's verdict, and all the ninjas who looked at Daredevil were burned to ashes!

The hellfire of Mephisto is enough to burn all souls, and with the penitent eye of the Ghost Rider, it can be described as invincible. That Hell Lord was unable to exert his due power in the material world, and he also had to worry about the monitoring of the Templar mage, so he cultivated such a powerful thug.

However, Mephisto's luck was terrible, and both Ghost Riders betrayed him, preferring to sacrifice his soul and bear the curse of the vengeful spirit rather than become a demon thug. One hundred and fifty years ago, Carter-Shray took with him the St. Vangonza Contract, which contained thousands of souls, while the second knight fled to the other side of the world, living a life of isolation and wandering.

A wave of fire swept through everything, and the blazing heat burned everyone present into flying ashes, and even after the heavy strafing of the submachine gun, Daredevil was still unharmed, and the bullets carrying strong kinetic energy pierced his body without a single splash of blood. With the blessing of the vengeful spirit in his body, even modern weapons can't hurt him.

James Wesley...... I found you! ”

Feeling the smell of sin and magnifying his senses, Daredevil was good enough to see the entire building, even in the dark corners, as long as the slightest vibration of sound came out, he could get a glimpse of the real situation. Enhanced super senses, even if you monitor the entire Hell's Kitchen.

Wesley, who was on the thirty-second floor, looked at the text message from his mobile phone and tried his best to stay calm in his seat, even if there was no one to stop the mad Daredevil from the news coming from below, he was still full of confidence.