Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

As a top predator at the top of the food chain, Kingpin sensed a vague unease.

Daredevil may be annoying, but he is ultimately just an idealist who adheres to the principle of "no killing" and is not worth fearing.

Therefore, Jin never thought about killing the other party immediately; instead, he had a "no rush, let's play around with him" mentality.

Even deep down, he harbored some other thoughts.

For example, using dirty tricks to drive Daredevil to desperation, until he submits to him.

But this mysterious man who committed a major crime is different from Daredevil.

This guy not only killed his men, but also wiped out the entire group of Russians.

The unbridled and lawless style of behavior conveyed in this even made Kingpin feel somewhat wary.

The saying goes, "The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the ruthless, the ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear the mentally unstable."

In Kingpin's eyes at that time, the mysterious man who committed the Pier 9 case was a mentally ill madman.

This uncontrollable existence is what he finds most repulsive and terrifying.

A powerful, reckless, and madman with unclear motives is like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Therefore, Kingpin decisively chose to strike first.

Using all his influence, he directly portrayed the "mysterious man" as a terrifying, random killer.

This forces the other party to show themselves and be exposed to the light of day, just like him.

And then... naturally, they killed him with swift and decisive action!

"Yes, sir!"

Having received Kingpin's instructions, Bullseye immediately and respectfully left the room.

Only after leaving the room did he dare to reveal the deep admiration and excitement in his eyes.

He was very curious about this "mysterious person," no, it was more than just curiosity.

There's also a sense of anticipation, like having "encountered each other for a long time."

From Bullseye's perspective, a true antisocial personality, the way the mysterious man killed people last night... was full of artistry!

He even felt that the mysterious man, like himself, was a genuine killing artist!

This made Bullseye incredibly excited, but also fueled his murderous intent.

If I could personally kill this "artist" who shares similar ideas with me, the pleasure I would derive would surely reach its peak.

Like I said... it's even better than that!

As Bullseye faithfully carried out Kingpin's orders, public opinion began to ferment rapidly.

Because Peter didn't leave behind even a single photograph or any clue when he committed the murder last night.

To better address him and to attract viewers' attention, Kingpin's media associates gave Peter the clichéd title of "Dock Butcher."

In an instant, news reports about the "dock butcher" flooded New York and even the entire United States.

……

Lunch break at Zhongcheng High School cafeteria.

The cafeteria's television was playing the midday news, which, naturally, was still discussing the Pier 9 massacre.

On the screen, a so-called expert in criminal psychology is speaking eloquently to the camera:

"Although most media outlets have described this tragedy as a 'dog-eat-dog' incident, as a professional criminal psychology expert, I can assure you."

The killer is someone else entirely, and all the victims at Pier 9 were killed by him alone! This is evident from the large sum of cash that disappeared from the scene!

Since I haven't yet obtained any biological information about the killer, I've named him "The Dock Butcher".

Analysis of the traces left at the scene indicates that the dock butcher was an adult male over 1.8 meters tall, weighing over 140 kilograms, and possessed a strong antisocial personality.

He enjoys the process of killing, takes pleasure in torturing and killing the weak, and is a dangerous individual who could threaten the lives of all New York City residents.

We must apprehend him as soon as possible, otherwise he may very well commit more indiscriminate killings in the city…”

Dock butcher? That's a terrible title.

Watching the news reports on TV, Peter couldn't help but silently complain in his mind.

This generation of media is the worst he has ever seen; they have absolutely no imagination.

Even a name like "Blood Harbor Ghost" or "Bai Harbor Living Buddha" would be more sophisticated than a common name like "Dock Butcher."

Compared to Peter's speechless expression, Gwen, after learning the details of the crime at Pier 9, couldn't help but furrow her beautiful brows:

"This guy is too cruel... No matter if those people are bad guys or not, they shouldn't abuse life."

This is not abuse!

Peter couldn't help but continue to complain in his mind.

Last night, before that group of people could even figure out what was going on, he punched them in the head or torso, and they immediately got a high-quality sleep like babies!

It's even more comfortable than euthanasia!

Peter mumbled through his sandwich:

"I think as long as this guy doesn't hurt good people, there's no problem with him."

"The more gruesome the killer's death, the more it will deter those petty thieves, won't it?"

"They used to think that even if they committed a crime, they could get away with it as long as they weren't caught. Even if they were caught, they could use money to smooth things over and continue to do evil."

"But now that we have these truly dangerous individuals, they'll have to think twice before committing crimes again."

"The law may allow them to exploit loopholes, but the butcher will show no mercy."

Peter's words left Gwen somewhat stunned.

She had never looked at the problem from this perspective before.

Now that Peter has said it, she does feel there's some truth to it:

"Well, you might not be wrong... but I still think this guy is a bit too extreme. Anyway, if I had great power, I definitely wouldn't do that."

Gwen made a solemn promise.

Peter simply nodded noncommittally.

Yes, with me, you really only need to be a pajama baby.

As the two were talking, the scene on the TV switched again, and a bald, fat man wearing a high-end custom-made suit appeared in front of the camera.

It was Kingpin! Or rather... Wilson Fisk.

This uncrowned king of New York's underground world spoke with a compassionate expression:

"I am deeply shocked and saddened by the emergence of the 'dock butcher'."

"This barbaric and bloody act is a blatant trampling on the civilization and order of our city."

"In order to bring these dangerous individuals who endanger public safety to justice as soon as possible, I am willing to donate one million US dollars in my personal name to the New York Police Department to upgrade police facilities."

In addition, I will offer an extra million dollars as a reward for any clues related to the true identity of the "Dock Butcher."

The moment the news broke, the students in the cafeteria erupted in excitement!

That's a million US dollars!

For a group of high school students, this is an unimaginable fortune!

Buzz!

As the students were discussing the "dock butcher," the cafeteria windows suddenly began to shake violently, and one pane of glass even shattered out of thin air in a bizarre manner.

Just then, a student rushed in excitedly, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Guys, big news! That Manhattan bank on the east side of the school has been robbed!"