Put the last bite of seafood vermicelli in your mouth, Wilson. Fisk put down his knife and fork. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The waiter on the side hurriedly stepped forward and asked him if he needed any other service or dessert. He hesitated slightly.

Truth be told, he just loves the taste of the seafood soup.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and it was supposed to be lunch time, and the restaurant was almost empty. Of the 150 people in the dining room, Fisk and his four bodyguards were the only ones available. The two stood guard four or five meters from his desk, while two bodyguards guarded the door. In order to eat this favorite dish, Fisker directly chartered the entire restaurant for three hours.

After thinking about it for a moment, he asked the waiter to bring him a glass of red wine that he had recommended. And when he took a bite, he frowned.

It's too sour, it's too astringent, and he really doesn't like these things.

He called the waiter and asked him to thank the chef instead of himself. Followed by a bodyguard, he walked out of the restaurant and got into his stretch car, where a bodyguard followed him into the car and sat in the passenger seat. Several other bodyguards got into the car behind him.

"Go to the training ground." Fisk commanded in his hoarse voice. The driver nodded silently and started the engine. At that moment, Fisk felt a vibration in the pocket of his suit. He took out his phone, which had a familiar caller ID on it.

Fisk pressed the turn button. "Wesley, I hope you've brought me good news."

"Unfortunately sir, the vast majority of it is bad news." Wesley's calm voice came from the other side of the phone. There was no panic in his tone, as if the bad news he was about to say had been contained.

"Bad news... It's just relative. Let me hear it. Fisk was not in the slightest move. The overall situation has been decided, and there are not many people or forces left in the whole of New York who can threaten him anymore. No matter how bad the news is, it can't be much worse.

"First of all, we have been able to confirm that the person who attacked the two robbers was indeed the Red Mask. The speculation that the other party had been seriously injured and died was naturally broken. Wesley said.

Hearing the first news from Wesley, Fisk breathed a sigh of relief. "It's not a big deal." Fisk said slowly. "No matter what he does, after all, it's a group of three or four people at most... Small groups. They don't have much of an impact on the bigger picture. We first ruined his public image, and then slowly developed from here. ”

Then you shouldn't be bothered too much by the second message. Kirov did not come to the meeting between us. Wesley had a second message, and this time, Fisk's attention was noticeably more focused.

"Oh?" His brow furrowed. "He actually refused, it seems that the chips we gave are not enough."

"No, he didn't refuse." Wesley's tone showed a hint of confusion for the first time. "He sent a... Messenger. He said he was interested in our invitation, but he was now doing something else that was very important to him. ”

"Something very important? If I'm not mistaken, he doesn't seem to have done anything in the last twenty-four months other than brainless pleasures, right? Fisk looked a little surprised. What will he do that will make him lose time? ”

"We didn't figure out what it was, except that it seemed to be related to a guy named Cage." Wesley was quick to give this answer. "I'm afraid that if I continue to probe it, it will cause dissatisfaction among the other party."

"Cage? Let's check this person. About Kirov, you are doing the right thing. We already have all the information we need, and it is indeed an unwise choice to anger the other person at this time. ”

"With all due respect, sir. Do we really need to deal with Kirov? Wesley, however, disagreed. This man is so dangerous that the resources we need to contain him are definitely worth more than his weapon. ”

"No, Wesley, you might be mistaken. I didn't ask to meet with him this time just to deal with Red Mask. Fisk expressed his opinion, and many of his ideas had to be communicated well for his most trusted assistant. Kirov can do more harm than good as a subordinate or ally, but he must not be our enemy. You can think of the resources it takes to win him over as a kind of insurance. ”

"Understood, sir. One last thing to report, Mr. Bullseye decided to step in the action. He'll be arriving in New York tomorrow afternoon, and I've got a special squad to receive him, and the Black brothers are preparing the equipment he needs. ”

"Lester is here too?" Fisk's eyebrows curled. "It's been a long time, let's arrange a lunch between us. Just eat the day after tomorrow. ”

"Sounds like a good idea, is it okay to have a steakhouse?"

"Okay, no problem. You know I'm going to take your opinion on that. Fisk chuckled, and the smile looked a little hideous on his face. There are quite a few between me and Lester... Secret things to talk about, you know. ”

"Yes, sir. I'll make sure there's no one else there. ”

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After a few more pleasantries, Fisk hung up the phone and closed his eyes. Ten minutes later, the car had stopped in front of a building that looked inconspicuous from the outside. It's a small four-story building, and from the outside, it looks a lot like the buildings that are rented out to small companies as offices.

Fisk stepped out of the car and into the building, which didn't look like his identity at all.

However, after stepping through the gate, there is a different world inside. The glass chandelier casts a dazzling halo throughout the richly decorated hall. The bright red carpet is made of the finest wool fleece, and every painting on the wall is a work of art worth thousands of dollars.

Wilson. Fisk is never stingy when it comes to his own pleasures.

Led by two maids, Fisk walked into the dressing room next to him. He took off his suit, revealing his unusually large body. One of the maids gave him a provocative hint, but he waved him down. A few minutes later, he had changed into a loose and light combat suit and appeared in front of a spacious practice room on the second floor.

Fisk pushed open the door, and there were already five big men waiting for him inside the practice room. Fisk's gaze swept over their respectful and nervous faces, and there was a little more emotion in his heart.

These people are all powerful martial artists that his team has found from all over the world. All of them are well-known in the martial arts world, and two of them were even once boxing champions in the New York underground black boxing tournament. These people could probably write an entire book about their lifetime experiences, and now, they are just their own sparring partners.

Fisk nodded, and bowed to the six, completing the etiquette quite perfectly. And the six people didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly bent down to return the salute. When everyone was ready, Fisk spoke.

"Then everyone, you can get started." Fisk said calmly.

In the next moment, the figures of the six people suddenly burst out, and they attacked Fisk with their strongest killing moves. Looking at the murderous aura on their faces and the ruthlessness between their hands and feet, they didn't reserve any strength for their boss when they made a move. However, this is exactly what Fisker wants. Only in this way can he completely let go of his hands and feet and vent the anger accumulated over so many days.

He laughed out loud, and in the face of the attack of these five masters, he directly met it, and it seemed that he was going to resist directly with the other five people!

However, the combined attack of the five men was as fragile as paper in Fisk's hands. He grabbed the arm of the leader directly, and with a fierce pull, the man let out a scream like killing a pig. Fisk grabbed him by the collar and used his entire body as a weapon, knocking the other two to the ground with a single blow.

The battle that followed was almost a one-sided slaughter. These so-called masters could barely hold a few moves in Fisk's hands, and less than ten minutes later, the door to the practice room was opened again.

Several attendants rushed in, put the martial arts masters who had fallen to the ground and groaned on stretchers, and carried them to the upstairs medical clinic. They had become quite skilled at handling this kind of thing, which would occur at least two or three times a week, and before long, Fisk and another figure who looked like a butler were left in the practice room.

"Apologize for me to the guy who broke my calf, I didn't control it a little bit today." Fisk took the towel the man handed him and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "Let him rest for two weeks, and give him enough medical compensation."

"Yes, sir." The butler bowed his head in reply. "Shall we start the second round now?"

Fisk nodded, stretching his limbs. "Okay, the warm-up activity has been completed, let's raise it to seven people this time."

The butler nodded, turned and walked out. A few minutes later, the door was pushed open again, and seven big men walked in one by one.

Fisk bowed to them again, his eyes glowing with excitement and cruelty when he lifted his head.

"Then guys, let's get started!"