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Chapter 79 Kingpin's Retreat

"Mr. Wilson, are we really going to abandon Hell's Kitchen?"

"Kingpin's right-hand man," James Wesley said with a hint of resentment.

In Kingpin's empire, Hell's Kitchen has always been an integral part, and many of his businesses require the use of that space.

It would be such a waste to give up so easily now.

"Wesley, Hell's Kitchen is no longer a place we can mess with."

A hint of melancholy flashed across Kingpin's brow. He put down his pen, looked up at the window, as if he could see through the tall buildings and gaze directly at the territory that once belonged to him.

"A new force is rising in Hell's Kitchen. They possess power that we lack. Continuing to entangle ourselves there will only drag us deeper into the mire, leaving us with no chance to turn things around."

Shortly after Casillas appeared, Kingpin, the overlord of Hell's Kitchen, discovered them.

However, after discovering that Kaecilius and his group possessed strange powers, King did not directly take action against them, but instead secretly observed them from behind the scenes.

After all, even his capable assistant Bullseye didn't seem to be a match for this group.

Therefore, directly engaging in conflict is not a good option.

Subsequent events proved Kingpin's idea correct: the people of the Dagon Church were truly not someone he could afford to offend.

Even if he had once sent spies to infiltrate them in an attempt to dismantle them from within.

But like throwing a meat bun to a dog, it's gone forever.

Those sent there were fine if they didn't achieve anything, but once they became priests, they became like madmen, worshipping the God of the Dagon Church and completely disregarding their own side.

Furthermore, he helped the Dagon Church destroy several of his own gangs, which can be said to be the biggest enemy Kingpin has ever faced in his career.

Moreover, what's most terrifying isn't anything else; other street heroes, even Daredevil who once caused him a lot of trouble, are actually just so-so.

They have very high bottom lines, which gives them a lot of room to maneuver.

The Dagon Church, however, asked, "What is the bottom line?"

Perhaps, the only thing these madmen care about is their god.

Faced with such a powerful and unscrupulous opponent, Kingpin had no choice but to cede the land to them.

Otherwise, you might fall asleep one day and wake up the next day to find yourself captured and taken to their hideout.

"But our foundation..."

James Wesley wanted to argue, but found his voice growing weaker.

The war that just happened was enough to overturn Wesley's understanding, even though the Church of Dagon appeared weak and pathetic in front of the Red Giant and his minions.

But Wesley, who knew more about it, realized that it wasn't that the Dagon Church was all bark and no bite, but rather that the Red Giant and his men were simply too powerful.

The Dagon Church may not be able to defeat the Red Giants, but dealing with these gangsters is more than enough for them.

The newly formed Brotherhood of the Yellow King is not something they can touch or ally with.

Kingpin's criminal empire sounds impressive, but in the eyes of the country's true masters and these magicians, it's nothing more than a bunch of petty thugs.

Kingpin was decent individually, but he was a joke in the face of magic. No one would respect a true powerhouse like him.

"A solid foundation is important, but flexibility is equally crucial."

Kingpin interrupted him, shaking his head.

"We must learn to let go in order to find a new foothold in the future. Giving up Hell's Kitchen is to make arrangements on a broader stage, and to allow our empire to be reborn in a more stable form."

He stood up, walked over to James Wesley, and patted him on the shoulder: "Wesley, times have changed, and we have to change with them. What we need to do is replan, find new opportunities, and make my empire stand even more gloriously in the shadow of this city in another form."

James Wesley remained silent for a moment, and finally could only nod.

"Wesley, let's not talk about these unhappy things. What is Vanessa doing right now?"

Kingpin mentioned his beloved wife, and his tone softened unconsciously.

"Mrs. Vanessa is in the garden right now. She has recently developed a keen interest in gardening and says she wants to create a more tranquil and comfortable private space for you."

As you know, Madam is always so meticulous. She personally selected every plant, from roses to lavender; each one embodies her heartfelt sentiments. She also said that once the garden is finished, she would like to invite you to enjoy afternoon tea there and savor a moment of peace and tranquility.

A warm feeling flashed in Kingpin's eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, as if he could already imagine the scene, and his heart was filled with gratitude and love for Vanessa.

He said softly, "Wesley, tell her for me that I'm looking forward to that afternoon; every thought of hers makes me happy."

This underworld tyrant was ruthless and cruel in his early years, but Vanessa's arrival made this beast restrain his bloodlust considerably, making him seem less brutal.

Kingpin's thoughts seemed to drift further afield. After a moment of contemplation, he continued, "Wesley, besides family, we also need to consider how to find new opportunities in a new environment."

While abandoning Hell's Kitchen meant losing an important foothold, it also opened up new horizons. You can start investigating to see if there are any untapped markets or potential allies in other parts of the city.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson, I will make the arrangements immediately."

After receiving his orders, Wesley quickly threw himself into the new task, while Kingpin temporarily put aside his heavy thoughts and headed toward the garden that Vanessa had meticulously created.

Vanessa.

Kingpin called softly, his voice full of tenderness.

Your garden is getting more and more beautiful.

Vanessa looked up and saw Kingpin, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

"Wilson, you've arrived! I was just thinking of inviting you to come and admire these flowers when they're in full bloom."

As she spoke, she put down the scissors in her hand, walked over, and took Kingpin's arm.

Kingpin smiled and nodded, his eyes full of admiration and love for his wife.

"Every idea you have is so beautiful, filling me with anticipation for the future. Vanessa, thank you for not only giving me a home, but also so many happy moments."

Vanessa nestled gently against Kingpin's shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength he emanated from her.

"Wilson, we are one. No matter how turbulent the outside world may be, as long as we are together, nothing is impossible."

The two stood quietly in the garden, enjoying the rare tranquility and warmth.

"The days of mortal life are beautiful but far too short. Do you want to hold onto these beautiful moments of life forever?"

The sudden sound startled Kingpin. He immediately looked around and found that there was no one else around except for him and Vanessa.

"Honey, what happened?"

Vanessa looked at Kingpin with a hint of worry in her eyes, which immediately snapped Kingpin back to reality.

"It's okay, Vanessa, I'm just a little tired."

Despite comforting Vanessa, Kingpin felt a sudden sense of crisis. Considering recent events, he realized the voice he had just heard might not have been a hallucination.

(End of this chapter)