James Wesley returned home, untied his tie, took off his suit, and prepared for rest as usual.

"Good evening, Mr. Wesley."

A hoarse voice rang out in the living room, and Wesley, who had taken out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, trembled for a moment, and then regained his composure.

"I advise you not to have a gun, or try to resist, Mr. Wesley, you're not good at that." The voice seemed to know what he was going to do.

"Sit down at the table and we'll talk face to face, and that's why I'm here to visit you." After a brief thought, Wesley decided to do what the other man asked, he was a smart man who always knew how to protect himself.

"Who are you?" The young man, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and was somewhat suave, hesitated for a moment, but still asked this slightly old-fashioned question.

"It doesn't matter." The figure sitting in the darkness said, a flickering pistol reaching out from the shadows and aiming at Wesley, who was struggling to keep his composure, "Who you are is the one who deserves to be concerned. ”

"Mr. Wesley, you can buy a duplex apartment in an affluent neighborhood of Manhattan at the age of twenty-eight, with a Earl limited edition watch in your hand, and you wear a handmade Italian suit, and you own three properties on Long Island and three properties in Brooklyn each — to be honest, it all seems a bit unreasonable for your age and salary, you came from a family of ordinary workers in Hell's Kitchen, you completed your education with scholarships and well-wishers, and after you graduated you became the manager of a trading company, IMHO, with your salary, it's hard to buy this house. ”

Listening to his information being told little by little, Wesley couldn't help but be a little frightened, the other party investigated himself thoroughly, and did not even let go of some tiny details.

Looking at the gun sticking out of the shadows, and the figure in the darkness, Wesley began to panic, he didn't know what this guy who came out of nowhere wanted from him.

"It's surprising that you attended Stanford University and were a young and promising law graduate, and the kind man who sponsored your education was none other than the famous real estate tycoon from Hell's Kitchen, Wilson Fisk, but he had another more feared name, Kim."

"You're here for Mr. Wilson? Who sent you? Russian mafia, or Japanese handicap? Mexican drug cartels? Wesley's head spun quickly, and he reported several other Hell's Kitchen gangsters in quick succession.

"Wow, there are really a lot of enemies in Jinji, I said, you don't need to know my identity, I came to you to negotiate a deal." A figure peeked out of the darkness, his face hidden under a hood, making it impossible to see.

Wesley leaned forward slightly, held his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand, and said, "You want me to betray Mr. Wilson?" ”

This high-achieving law school graduate from a prestigious school, his mind is both agile and flexible, and he knows that he has nothing to attract the attention of others, and only the underworld emperor who rules the underworld of New York will be the target of others.

"Bingo!" The figure in the darkness snapped his fingers and said in a relaxed tone: "It's not a betrayal, no one dares to ignore Kim Ji's great reputation, most of the people who oppose him have sunk to the bottom of the Hudson River, Mr. Wesley, as Kim Ji's personal assistant, should know this better than me." ”

"So what exactly do you want? I'm just a small person. Wesley was confused by the other man's words.

The figure under the hood chuckled twice and placed the pistol in the middle of the table, as if not at all afraid of being snatched away by Wesley.

"I've taken a fancy to Kimai's property - of course I'm pointing out the legitimate property on the surface, Hell's Kitchen is a mixed land, Kimai has established his power rule by violent and bloody means, but the Russian mafia and the Japanese hand, these forces have always wanted to take back their territory, and soon there will be a war here."

The figure under the hood looked at Wesley, who was frowning, and said, "I want to kick all these people out, including Kim!" ”

Wesley had a stunned look on his face, he almost thought he had run into a madman, eradicating Kim, and all the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen?

Even the entire New York Police Department can't do it, Kim alone has thousands of thugs and villains who work for him, and if the underworld emperor says that he wants someone to disappear in New York, the body of this person will be thrown into the bottom of the Hudson River that night.

"You must think I'm joking now, and maybe you'll think I'm a crazy person in your heart." The figure seemed to have guessed Wesley's thoughts, and continued, "I don't need your trust, or even any promises. ”

"I've come to see you today for this conversation, just to let you know one thing, Mr. Wesley."

The figure paused, then said, "Tomorrow night, Kim will die, and his right-hand man Bullseye will not be spared." ”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and it hit Wesley directly, and his brain seemed to freeze, and even his ability to think stagnated for a moment.

This madman is going to kill Kim and Bullseye?!

"When these two men die, you, King and his personal assistant, who are in charge of the criminal empire in his place, James Wesley, will be one of the most powerful men in Hell's Kitchen."

The figure under the hood ignored Wesley's shock and narrated his plan: "With the same status as you, there is also Mr. Leland, a financial expert around Jin and his side - if he is willing to cooperate, after that, you will take over the industry under Jin Ji's name as soon as possible, as for those illegal businesses, I believe that the Russian mafia, the Japanese hand, and the group of Mexican drug dealers will be interested." ”

"What you're going to do is to whitewash yourself in the shortest amount of time, package yourself as a legitimate businessman, a young upstart from Hell's Kitchen, and then invest in a Ph.D. in genetic biology called Kurt Connors to fund his research."

Wesley's mouth opened wide, he looked at the figure in the dark in a little daze, thinking that he had really met a complete madman, and he actually unabashedly said in front of him, talking about how to usurp the property and territory of the New York Underworld Emperor, wasn't he afraid to tell Jin He himself?

"You're a smart guy, and I appreciate that you didn't try to take the pistol off the table, otherwise at this time, you should go to God."

The other party said calmly, but there was a faint coldness in his tone, which made Wesley tremble.

"Of course, you can also go and tell Kim that tomorrow there will be a madman who will try to kill him and take everything from him."

The figure always guessed Wesley's thoughts, as if he could read his thoughts, which gave Wesley the feeling that he was completely seen through by the other party, without any secrets.

“…… However, a smart and capable person will never be willing to be subservient, and you should not just be a personal assistant to a gang boss, Mr. Wesley, you can have a bigger future - if you are really smart enough! ”

The figure slowly retreated into darkness, and after a while, silence returned to the room, and no more sound came out, as if everything that had just happened was just Wesley's hallucination.

The personal assistant of the Emperor of the Underworld looked at the pistol on the table, and his eyes swelled with mixed emotions.