Marvel: Killing Makes You Stronger

Chapter 64: Emma Frost

Certainly, Kingpin is well aware of the reason behind the other party's actions.

Before today, Kingpin had always harbored malice towards the Butcher, a person unaware of another's immense power, always revealing his own foolish side, especially one harboring hatred.

Before today, Kingpin was aware of the other party's strength, yet he still believed that one day he would find a way to kill him.

This is a kind of foolishness.

Torment and pain are undoubtedly the best ways to understand an opponent's strength.

Of course, this is based on the premise that the other party does not want to kill him; if they did, there would be no need for such trouble.

Kingpin realized that the reason he was still alive was most likely to funnel money to this boy; he was merely a human ATM.

Realizing this, was Kingpin angry?

Of course he was angry, no one wants to be someone else's ATM, but he had no way to refuse, or he would only face death.

Kingpin did not want to die; he had a kind and beautiful wife, Vanessa, and a son, the greatest gift his wife had given him.

So, after a moment of anger, he calmed down.

"Thank you, sir."

Kingpin even thanked the boy.

The boy raised his eyebrow: "You are smarter and more rational than I imagined."

"That is why I have survived until now."

"Alright, I am not interested in your actions; I only value your money. That is your only value to me, and it is why I allow you to continue living in this world," said the boy bluntly and coldly.

Kingpin silently nodded.

This is the cruelty of this world; he became the ruler of Hell's Kitchen in a brutal manner, controlling the lives of countless people, and also arbitrarily depriving them of their lives. Conversely, he was oppressed at will by the man before him.

...

Interestingly, this is the rule of the game: the strong take everything, the weak can only be oppressed or become strong themselves, overturn the strong, and ascend to become the new tyrant.

Kingpin was not resentful; he accepted this fact as part of the game rules.

In fact, after having a wife and child, he had thought about quitting; he wanted to live a peaceful life, but now it seemed this idea could not be realized.

He needed a large amount of money to maintain his value.

Otherwise, Kingpin did not know whether the boy would kill him once he was no longer of use.

What Kingpin did not know was that it was this very thought that changed his destiny, allowing a future that would have caused him a lifetime of pain to be reversed.

"How much money do you need?"

"I need a manor, and also a sum of money to maintain the operation of the manor."

"I will resolve this within three days."

"Then, I will not disturb your happy moments anymore, Mr. Fisk, goodbye."

...

As the words fell, Kingpin's vision blurred, and the person before him had disappeared. He then took a breath of relief and picked up the phone to call his good assistant, James Wesley.

"James, help me find a manor with an advantageous location, and also prepare a hundred million dollars, I need to transfer it to another account."

...

Meanwhile, in the grand ballroom of the Moscow Union Senate Hall in Russia, to the sound of orchestral music, brightly dressed young women danced with their male partners in the dance hall.

This place gathered the top Russian nobility and their children, and each year, the girls attending the ball were not of simple origins; they were the daughters of oil tycoons, financial magnates, government leaders, and renowned artists, among others, rightly called the golden branches and jade leaves. Besides, the ball also attracted Russian elites, who wanted to showcase their charm, meet these girls, and thus reach the pinnacle of their lives.

In this debutante ball, the girls wore stunning dresses and wore luxurious jewelry, displaying their wealth. These wealthy girls wore necklaces, bracelets, and earrings set with many diamonds and colored gemstones, making a dazzling appearance at the party.

And on the second floor of the banquet hall, a beautiful blonde woman sat in a chair, quietly watching the crowd below while holding a champagne.

She had fair skin, a beautiful face, and her distinctly classic American features seemed somewhat out of place at this party, but no one minded, for her assets and public identity were enough to secure her a place here.

Her name was Emma Frost.

Of course, no one knew her other identity; she was also a mutant, one of the only two strongest telepaths in reality, powerful enough to rival the world's strongest telepath, Professor Charles.

But this strongest telepath, Emma, sipped her champagne with a smile in her eyes.

Her expression and gaze conveyed a message.

She had developed a strong interest in someone, precisely because of this, she had come into contact with another telepath, a boy not much older than 20, but potentially even stronger than her.

Some time ago, a guy from Hell's Kitchen had contacted her, mainly because he had business dealings with her club.

The business partner sought help for a mental issue, and she personally took on the task to help solve the problem, but she nearly had a mishap as soon as she entered the mental world of the man known as Kingpin. If it weren't for her cautious nature, she would have triggered a mental trap.

The mental storm and bomb hidden there had frightened her into a cold sweat at the time.

At that moment, she even thought the old guy from the mutant school was trying to harm her, but later she learned from Kingpin's mouth that it was a guy called the Butcher.

Interested, she craftily wove another illusory mental world and traps around Kingpin's mental periphery, waiting for the other party to fall into it.

As for Kingpin's life and death, she didn't care at all; even if he knew, what could he do about it?

Just now, her woven trap was discovered, the other party reacted quickly, immediately shattering the trap, and the two's mental powers clashed in Kingpin's mental world.