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Chapter 82 Xia Ling's Scheme

"I'm sorry, Chief, I failed."

Matt stood in front of Xia Ling with his head down. Although he stood upright, the sense of defeat in his heart weighed on his chest like a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

"It's nothing, just what I expected. Have some tea and calm down."

Compared to Matt's frustration, Xia Ling was unhurried and living a comfortable life.

Whether it's internal or external matters, there are always people to help Xia Ling handle things. All she has to do is enjoy the good life and watch the show from behind the scenes.

"Matt, your so-called failure is nothing more than not being able to stop that bullet from hitting Vanessa in time, and not being able to persuade Kingpin to turn himself in, right?"

"Yes, Chief. I did my best, but I still couldn't prevent that tragedy from happening. Vanessa's injury makes me feel deeply guilty, and Kingpin's stubbornness left me helpless."

I had thought that with my abilities and my belief in justice, I could guide him towards the light, but reality proved far more complex and cruel than I had imagined.

Matt's voice revealed a hint of weariness and helplessness. He also felt that he might have been taking things too seriously. How could a mafia boss like Kingpin give up so easily?

"Matt, you're wrong, completely wrong. Your biggest mistake is taking yourself too seriously."

Xia Ling's words struck Matt like a hammer blow, leaving him stunned.

He looked up at Xia Ling, his eyes filled with confusion and astonishment.

"Chief, I don't understand..."

Matt's voice trembled slightly; he had never imagined that his actions and beliefs would be questioned so directly.

"Do you think you're some kind of savior? Do you think you can eliminate evil with your own power?"

You are contradictory and indecisive, unable to distinguish friend from foe. You once captured Kingpin and sent him to prison, only to find him released without charge the very next day.

You once swept through Hell's Kitchen, but you were too timid to kill any of the most powerful gangsters.

Finally, do you think that simply handing them over to the judicial authorities will restore justice and peace?

So your biggest dream was to be a dog for the powerful and wealthy?

Matt opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that my actions did not lead Hell's Kitchen in a positive direction.

Aside from the fact that the Hell's Kitchen gangs became much more subdued after the Punisher, whom he disliked, went on a killing spree, they remained the same as before he arrived.

Now, the Dagon Church, which they considered a threat, is managing Hell's Kitchen very well and is thriving.

"Chief, what do you think I should do?"

"You already know the answer in your heart, so why ask me?"

Matt had his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Xia Ling didn't intend to say anything more to this tool. She knew that too much of a good thing could be bad, and she had to guide him slowly.

The gods in Marvel have all disappeared, so the various superheroes and supervillains who remain all need to find a god to back them up, right?

A nationwide PUBG tournament would surely be a welcome event.

However, Xia Ling has other plans for New York. Perhaps it would be a good starting point for the PUBG tournament?

"Mr. Wilson, these are the gangsters who attacked you yesterday."

Wesley stood in front of Kingpin and reported the intelligence he had gathered.

Kingpin remains in the hospital, Vanessa's fate is still unknown, and he is unwilling to leave because he is worried about his wife.

Therefore, Wesley could only report from here.

"So, not only the Russians, but also the Sicilian mafia gang was involved?"

Kingpin's words revealed no emotion, but Wesley, who knew him well, understood that this raging lion was furious beyond measure.

Wesley greatly admired his boss, especially today.

Lady Vanessa was shot, and Kingpin, who took the bullet for her, was no exception.

Despite being shot several times, after a simple procedure at the hospital to remove the bullets, he was able to stand guard outside Mrs. Vanessa's hospital room as if nothing had happened.

What terrifying vitality and willpower! Wesley knew he couldn't do it, and it was impossible for him to do it. Therefore, he was even more convinced that this man would eventually reach the top, and he himself would become the Prime Minister of his empire.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson, preliminary investigations indicate that this attack was a joint operation by multiple forces, including Russian gangs and the Sicilian mafia, all of whom appear to have designs on your territory."

When Wesley reported, his tone was cautious. He knew that Kingpin was on the verge of exploding, and any slight provocation could trigger unpredictable consequences.

Kingpin was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Wesley, inform everyone to prepare for battle. Whoever dares to touch my family should be prepared to face my wrath."

Upon hearing this, Wesley's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately replied, "Yes, Mr. Wilson, I'll arrange it right away." After saying that, he turned to leave, but Kingpin called him back.

"Also, strengthen Vanessa's protection; I cannot allow any more mishaps."

A hint of tenderness returned to Kingpin's eyes, only to turn cold again.

"Understood, Mr. Wilson. I will mobilize the best men to ensure Madam's safety."

After saying this, Wesley quickly left the ward to carry out Kingpin's orders.

Kingpin stood alone outside the ward, looking through the glass window at Vanessa sleeping inside, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He gently touched his wound, which was still throbbing slightly, but compared to the pain in his heart, this pain seemed insignificant.

"Vanessa, I won't let you get hurt for nothing. Those who dare to challenge me, Kingpin, will pay the price."

He muttered to himself, as if making a promise to his unconscious wife, and also encouraging himself.

"Even if Vanessa survives this time, as your business grows stronger, similar assassination attempts will be inevitable. Will she really be able to escape next time?"

The strange voice came again. Kingpin looked around again, but there was no one there. Was the voice an illusion or was it really some unknown being talking to him?

"I don't know who you are, or what you want to do. If you want to use me, then show yourself. I won't cooperate with a sneaky rat."

After Kingpin finished speaking in a low voice, he looked around again, but there was still no response.

The silent corridor felt as if it had been isolated into another dimension.

(End of this chapter)