The voice sounded like a demonic roar, shaking Kingpin so intensely that severe, bone-piercing pain surged through his brain.
It was unclear how much ti had passed before the pain slowly dissipated. As the chaotic darkness faded from his sight, he returned to reality.
What appeared before him next made Kingpin's plump face fill with gloom and shock.
He saw, right before him, Bullseye who had been standing there was now lying in a pool of blood with visible wounds on his forehead and chest, disbelief filling his eyes.
Kingpin slightly raised his hand and saw a handgun in it, appearing at so unknown ti.
Beside him, Jas Wesley staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with horror, seemingly clueless as to why Kingpin would suddenly go mad and kill Bullseye he had personally recruited.
"So, is this a warning to ?" Kingpin muttered through the cigar clenched in his teeth.
"Fisk, just now..." Jas Wesley cald himself and looked at Kingpin, hesitating to speak.
But before he could finish, a noisy commotion ca from outside the door.
Jas Wesley turned to look and then glanced at Kingpin's grim face, silent. He walked to the office door, opened it, and saw gunn crowded outside, ready to storm in at any mont.
Obviously, they too had heard the gunfire and thought sothing had happened in Kingpin's office, eager to burst in.
"Co in, the rest of you, out."
As Kingpin's capable assistant, Jas Wesley held a position of authority over the gunn. With a few words, he quelled the disturbance, signaling two gunn to enter the office.
The two gunn entered and saw Bullseye dead in a pool of blood, a bullet wound in his forehead confirming his death.
Looking again at the grim-faced boss holding a gun, they were almost scared breathless.
Fortunately, Jas Wesley directed them to carry the dead Bullseye down to the building's freezer for preservation.
The two did not dare to glance at Kingpin as they hurriedly carried the body out of the office.
Once the door closed again, Jas Wesley continued to look at Kingpin, uncertain, and said, "What happened between you two? Fisk, why did you suddenly kill Bullseye?"
He couldn't understand why Kingpin had suddenly taken the gun from Bullseye and shot him in the head and chest without rcy, his expression as cold as if he was a puppet controlled by soone else. Moreover, it was even stranger that Bullseye had not resisted, just quietly waiting for the bullets to co.
And with Bullseye's personality, he was just a rcenary recruited by Kingpin, completing missions for a bounty as Kingpin commanded.
They had worked closely over the years, and Kingpin had often said that Bullseye would be one of his most capable assistants.
However, today Bullseye had co to the office, said sothing to Kingpin, who responded with a gunshot, a developnt that baffled him.
"Butcher."
Kingpin turned and walked to his desk, casually placing the gun on it and crushing his cigar in the ashtray, before looking at Jas Wesley and uttering a word.
"Butcher? The Butcher from Queens?" Jas Wesley asked, puzzled.
"Bullseye's mission this ti was to find the Butcher, recruit him, or kill him if that failed."
Jas Wesley suddenly understood; everything that had happened between Kingpin and Bullseye made sense, but then he beca even more puzzled, as all of this was normal, then...
"That Butcher sohow took control of and Bullseye, this is his warning to , Jas."
Kingpin's plump face grew more fierce, and the anger in his eyes seed to burn everything in sight: "He's provoking ."
Especially as he kept recalling that phrase.
You should hope I forget you, Kingpin.
That phrase was like daggers piercing his heart, making it bleed—a trendous insult.
How could Kingpin, now one of New York's biggest mob bosses, not be furious?
He had always controlled the fates of others; never had anyone dared to mock him as the Butcher had, his disdainful and cold words like a deity regarding an ant that could be crushed at any mont.
The anger nearly drove Kingpin to madness.
"Fisk."
After Jas Wesley clarified everything, he looked at Kingpin, his expression serious and earnest: "Should I remind you?"
"Anger is the beginning of the descent into the abyss."
Kingpin's rage was cooled by Jas Wesley's words, like a bucket of cold water dousing his fury, allowing reason to regain control.
His heaving chest cald down, and he slowly sat in his office chair, closing his eyes, while Jas Wesley stood by, watching until a minute later, Kingpin reopened his eyes.
"Anger is the beginning of a man's march towards death." He repeated the phrase, then burst out laughing, his robust laughter echoing through the entire spacious office.
Jas Wesley finally sighed in relief, understanding both his employer and friend.
He knew that Kingpin had regained his composure.
"Thank you for your reminder, my friend. I'm glad you've always stood by my side," Kingpin said earnestly to Jas Wesley.
The latter shook his head, "You know I never like to get involved in these things, but the business empire needs a calm you to support it."
"If you lose yourself to anger, then as per our agreent from the past, I will leave you."
Kingpin nodded, looking towards the bloodstain on the carpet in front of him, and spoke in a low voice, "I never lack patience, Jas. Ti will prove everything, and no one can humiliate in this way, not even a godlike figure like the Butcher."
"Our ga has just begun."
"I'm looking forward to the mont he kneels before ."
"I'm also waiting to see it," Jas Wesley said with a smile, recognizing the calm, bloodthirsty, and patient Kingpin he knew.
"I need soone who can clear up my doubts; I want to know how he managed to control and Bullseye." Kingpin's eyes were filled with seriousness.
"It just so happens I can put you in touch with soone," Jas Wesley replied.
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