Hell's Kitchen is located in the most prosperous area of New York, Manhattan, a chaotic place known as the "hotbed of sin", like a shadow in the sun, the common laws of civilized society, which do not work as well as they think, and the gangsters and gangsters who roam the streets prefer to solve problems with fists and force.

As night falls, this gang-infested area glows with a different kind of vitality every night, with scantily clad street girls, gang minions peddling drug pills, and fierce tattooed men, who are like burrowing animals out of the ground, operating in the shabby and dilapidated slums.

Of course, this is only the life of those at the bottom, who are humble and inconspicuous in Hell's Kitchen, like tireless worker ants, toiling for the mob leaders who control the neighborhood's turf, earning a meager salary, and living a difficult and numb life in this sinful land of chaos.

Hellfire Club.

Wesley sat in the box on the second floor, with a faint smile on his gentle face, since Jin Ji's death, he accepted all the inheritance of the underworld emperor, under Sean's instructions, most of the illegal business and territory, to the Hand and the Irish, and he used the large amount of money raised to complete the laundering and transfer of the property under his name.

James Wesley, who was originally hidden behind the scenes, worked for Kim and did his best to run the company's business, turned into a famous real estate upstart in New York.

No longer having to grovel or smile every day, Wesley, who has a huge fortune and an amazing fortune, now just needs to remain loyal to the young boss.

"Mr. James, the group of drug dealers in Mexico, they don't agree with your proposed allocation, Kim is not there, the Cowen brothers are more and more arrogant, and they also say that sooner or later it will be their turn to call the shots in Hell's Kitchen."

An intelligence broker cautiously said that many people in Hell's Kitchen were talking about the Sven man in front of them, and the thrilling story of how he took out Kim and bullseye to replace the once famous Underworld Emperor and successfully ascended to the throne was rife in the bar.

The plot is so full of ups and downs that it's almost believable, and Wesley occasionally hears these gossip that makes him laugh and cry, but the truth is that he didn't do anything at all before he was put in this position by the young boss.

"Brother Cowen, they are not satisfied with the allocation I proposed...... Well, tell Vladimir and Anatoly that the Russians don't really want to gain a foothold in Hell's Kitchen, take out the Covin brothers, and I'll hand over the transport trade in the port to them. ”

Wesley opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for the intelligence broker, he lifted his glasses and smiled gently: "There is a lot of business in Hell's Kitchen, the Hand Club, the Irish, and the Mexicans, these people occupy the best territory, but they are far from being satisfied, and they grab food like mad dogs, and they don't even leave the scraps to others. ”

"That's not how business works, the cake needs to be shared by everyone in order to get bigger and bigger. Are you right? ”

The intelligence broker nodded subconsciously, he was just a little guy begging for a living in Hell's Kitchen, selling some gangster news, or peddling other information to earn commissions, and in the underground world of New York, there were countless people like him, who specialized in running errands for those high-ranking bigwigs.

"I gave up the illegal business of Jinhe, and sold the smuggling trade and heroin factory, so many people feel that I am no longer worth fearing after losing so many thugs, and without those turf, my dignity can be trampled on...... But they don't know that I own 80% of Hell's Kitchen, and that the ships they smuggle, the warehouses of the factories, are all mine! ”

Wesley sipped the scarlet liquid, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "My boss said that gangsters have no future, they have to be the one who divides the cake, the one who sets the rules of the game, and I don't want to touch the illegal business, that's because I'm afraid of dirty my hands, as a law-abiding citizen of New York, how can I go to drug trafficking and smuggling!?" ”

The Sven man leaned on the sofa, and under his seemingly gentle appearance, there was a palpitating sharpness, he stared at the trembling intelligence broker, and said in a flat voice: "Send me a message, from today onwards, if you want to do business in Hell's Kitchen, then you must follow my rules, otherwise I guarantee that not a single box of his smuggled goods can be shipped out of the port, and the drugs in the warehouse will not be sold until they are moldy!" ”

“…… You will become a public enemy, Mr. James. The intelligence broker's voice trembled, the Sven man on the other side was crazy. All the gangs of Hell's Kitchen will become your enemies! ”

"No, after tonight, there will only be one voice in Hell's Kitchen." Wesley had a smile on his face, the young boss had cleared all the hurdles for him.

The intelligence broker left with mixed feelings, and he could almost imagine how much turmoil Hell's Kitchen would usher in if he spread the news.

This Sven man, who usurped Jin and all his property, undoubtedly wanted to steal money from all the gangsters, how could those vicious thugs tolerate someone putting their hands in their pockets, even Jin had never done such a thing of extermination.

Wesley quietly drank the wine in his glass, and he remembered the promise made to him by the young boss, the new ruler of Hell's Kitchen, the new emperor of the New York underworld......

Rao Yiyi was in his city, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement, Wesley took out the phone and dialed the boss's number: "Everything is ready, Daredevil's group has been dispatched, and they plan to blow up the entire building after rescuing Danny Rand." ”

"Wow...... The exciting idea, those people in Murakami probably also know, the two gangs will collide soon, and the show is about to begin. ”

There was a slight and rapid gasp on the other end of the phone, and the woman's moans could be faintly heard, which made Wesley a little embarrassed, his boss was really energetic.

"Uh......"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just exercising...... Well, take this opportunity to clean up the gang in one fell swoop, let them all out of the game if they don't obey, and all the power in Erica's hands will be under your command, tonight, Hell's Kitchen is your home field! ”

Wesley's heart fluttered, and he was just about to show his sincerity and loyalty, when the moans on the other end of the phone grew louder and higher, like a dying swan, and he seemed to hear words like "I'm going to sprint."

"Don't bother the boss, you continue to exercise." Silently cleaning up the gratitude welling up in his heart, Wesley hung up.

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The other end of Hell's Kitchen.

In the lounge of the Midtown Circle Financial Company, Sean stood topless in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and after tonight, the building under his feet would cease to exist, and the forces controlled by the other fingers of the Hand would collapse with it.

"Five fingers, where is it better than a fist." Sean said softly.

He turned to look at Erica, who was sitting on the bed, half-covering her beautiful and delicate body with a quilt, and said with certainty: "There will be only one leader after the Hand Formation, and you exist as a black sky, Erica Nakis. ”

Erica, who had messy black hair and crimson cheeks, chuckled, no longer being indifferent, and slowly walked to the man's side, the two bodies were close to each other, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her cold voice: "Anyway, everything is yours." ”

Sean glanced at the clock on the wall and said lightly, "Cut off your past, Erica, I should also go to see Danny Rand, open that door, and see what the legendary dragon bones that can make people immortal and resurrect from the dead are like." ”