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Chapter 81 Pain

Kingpin sat painfully in the hospital waiting room, his eyes empty and deep, as if they could devour all the noise and light around him.

The doctor went in and out, and each footstep felt like a heavy blow to his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Vanessa was rushed into the operating room. The red light was glaring and cold, like a verdict, burning away all his reason and composure.

Kingpin made a fatal mistake this time; he thought no one would dare to provoke him anymore.

But as Hell's Kitchen fell into his hands, Kingpin's prestige greatly diminished, and the hearts of some who had been dormant slowly began to burn with renewed passion.

This assassination attempt speaks volumes.

External rivals are getting restless, and the people under my command are slowly becoming unruly.

Kingpin's hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped slowly from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

Those harrowing moments kept replaying in his mind: the bullets flying by, Vanessa's terrified yet resolute gaze, and the scene of her finally collapsing into his arms.

He had never felt so powerless and insignificant as he did at this moment; even the emperor who controlled the New York underworld could not protect his lover from harm.

The price paid for this mistake was heavy enough to suffocate Kingpin; he might lose Vanessa forever.

Time seemed to stand still, each second stretching out so long it was suffocating.

In this silent space, the voice he had previously thought was a hallucination rang in his ears again.

"Poor mortals, life is so fragile, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Do you still remember that beautiful afternoon yesterday?"

Kingpin suddenly looked up and looked around, but saw no one.

However, the words spoken by that mysterious voice were as if engraved in his mind, and he could not forget them for a long time.

Thinking back to yesterday afternoon, life with Vanessa was wonderful, but it came and went so quickly.

In just one day, everything has changed.

Did he make a mistake? Was he too careless? Or is it really as that voice said, that mortal life is too fragile?

Jin was not a weak person. Long ago, he thought he had forgotten sadness and crying.

But today, whenever he thinks of the wonderful time he spent with Vanessa yesterday afternoon, this burly man can't help but burst into tears.

Why do such wonderful times pass by?

"Mr. Wilson, the investigation results are in, they..."

"Don't talk about this kind of thing at a time like this!"

Kingpin growled, startling Wesley, who was about to report, for a moment. Then Kingpin's right-hand man immediately reacted.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll come back to report to you after Madam has recovered."

Kingpin kept his head down, ignoring Wesley. The man, being sensible, didn't say anything more and simply walked out.

The operating room lights finally went out, and the doctors walked out with tired and serious expressions. Their eyes lingered on Kingpin for a moment, as if they wanted to convey something, but hesitated to speak.

Kingpin jumped to his feet, almost rushing to the doctor, his voice hoarse and urgent: "How is she? Vanessa, she..."

The doctor sighed softly and said slowly, "Mr. Wilson, we have done our best. Madam's injuries are very serious. Although her vital signs have been stabilized for the time being, her condition is still very unstable."

Kingpin felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he swayed precariously. He struggled to his feet, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms again, drawing blood once more, but he seemed to feel no pain, only inner torment and endless regret.

"I want to see her."

Seeing this, the doctor quickly reached out to try to calm Kingpin's agitated emotions. His voice was gentle but firm: "Mr. Wilson, I understand that you are very anxious at the moment, but please allow me to explain."

Your wife is currently in a critical recovery phase, and she needs absolute rest and a stable environment. Any external stimuli, including your emotional fluctuations, could adversely affect her recovery.

A flicker of despair and resentment crossed Kingpin's eyes, but he also understood that the doctor's words were not unfounded.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His voice trembled, but he did his best to remain calm: "I... I just wanted to see her, to make sure she was still with me."

The doctor gently shook his head, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes: "I understand your wish, but please believe us, we will do everything we can to take good care of you, Madam."

Right now, what she needs most is rest and professional medical care. You can wait here, and we will notify you immediately if there is any progress.

Kingpin was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He understood that persisting at this moment would only make the situation worse.

He turned around and sat back down in the waiting room, but the worry and pain in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"Kingpin, while there's still time, hurry up and turn yourself in."

Upon hearing this, Kingpin slightly raised his head and looked up to see Daredevil, his longtime rival.

"Turn yourself in? My wife's life is hanging in the balance because of my enemy, and she's still lying in a hospital bed. You're telling me to turn myself in?"

Kingpin's bread was contorted with rage; if Daredevil hadn't come to his aid today, Kingpin would have already turned him into mincemeat.

"It is because of your sinful empire that you have ended up in this situation, Kingpin. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot withstand the judgment of justice."

Look here. Vanessa lies on the operating table, her life hanging in the balance because of you. Your subordinates have betrayed you, and you are surrounded by enemies. All of this is the result of your long-standing policy of violence against violence and disregard for the law.

Daredevil's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking Kingpin's heart.

Kingpin's lips curled into a bitter smile. His gaze lingered on Daredevil for a moment before returning to the empty ground.

"Confess? Give up everything I have, and then be locked in a cage like a rat, to be watched by others? No, I, Jin, never bow down to anyone, and I will never succumb to fate."

"But you are losing everything, including the people you love most."

Daredevil pressed on relentlessly, trying to awaken a sliver of conscience in Kingpin's heart.

"You have the power to change all of this. Use what you have left to make amends for the mistakes of the past, for Vanessa, and for yourself."

"Enough, Daredevil. You helped me out today, so I don't want to fight you. There's no way you'll make me turn myself in. If you can catch me, then come on!"

"I'll catch you, but not today."

After Matt finished speaking, he left without looking back, leaving Kingpin sitting there dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)