Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk's tone was full of sarcasm.

"enough!"

Robert Garcia stopped everyone.

He grabbed Sakazaki Ryo with a grim look on his face.

"what are you doing?"

Ryo Sakazaki had no intention of negotiating with Fisk like they did.

Ryo Sakazaki is the older brother of Yuri Sakazaki.

So, after hearing that Lily was attacked.

Ryo Sakazaki rushed to New York as soon as possible. Relying on his reputation in the fighting world, he gathered a large group of fighters to rescue his sister and Joan.

Ryo Sakazaki never agreed with Robert Garcia's plan.

His companions who arrived in New York later also disagreed.

For these fighters, the law is always just words on paper.

Although, Robert Garcia had told them.

The girls were being used and took the initiative to provoke Fisk.

But these fighters instead blamed all the responsibility on Fisk.

That leaves Robert Garcia as a team of four.

Everyone feels a little speechless.

“Robert Garcia, why are you stopping me?

Are you in league with them?"

“This damn guy actually attacked the girls.

He’s still not a man.”

The embarrassed fighters gathered together indignantly, shouting loudly about Fisk's "crimes" as a gang leader, even though they had never seen Fisk, as if they were innocent victims persecuted by Fisk.

They completely ignored the cause of the incident, which was just a provocation from their side, and kept emphasizing Fisk's "viciousness".

Double standard!

A naked double standard.

This made the group of four standing with them.

Suddenly I didn't know what to say.

Even Mai Shiranui, who was standing at the back of the crowd, felt a little embarrassed.

Are these people out of their minds?

The safety of both Itazaki Yuri and Joan’s lives is still uncertain.

They rushed forward without any reason.

Are they dissatisfied with Yuri Sakazaki and Joan being alive?

Fisk took out a cigar, and Zhao Xuexi gently raised her palm.

White mist spread over the palm of the hand.

The next second, a cool chill flashed by, and the cigar was immediately lit.

"Thank you, Luna. I wanted to take another walk with you, but it looks like I don't have the time tonight."

"It's okay, Mr. Fisk." Zhao Xuexi pursed her lips, with a very gentle smile on her face, "Today, I'm very happy that you can accompany me for such a long time."

"Hahaha!" Fisk suddenly hugged Zhao Xuexi and kissed her hard on the lips, then gently put her aside and said domineeringly: "Wait for me for a moment, it will be ready soon."

Zhao Xuexi's face turned red instantly. She gently covered her kissed lips with her hands. Her eyes were full of surprise and shyness, but also mixed with a hint of expectation.

Fisk turned to face the fighters, his eyes instantly becoming extremely cold, "I am very unhappy today, so you can't predetermine how you will die."

Fisk rushed towards a fighter first. His figure was like a black lightning and his speed was as fast as a running rhinoceros.

He pushed his feet hard against the ground, his muscles tensed instantly, and every step he took was as powerful as thunder.

The fighter he was facing had a look of fear in his eyes, and he tried to jump up to dodge, but he used his legs to exert force and leaped upward.

But the next second, he suddenly felt a tremendous force on his body. Fisk was like a tank moving at full speed, and he crashed directly into the fighter in mid-air.

The fighter's body was instantly deformed under the huge impact, and his bones made a horrifying breaking sound.

Fisk's shoulder penetrated the fighter's chest, and the powerful force instantly crushed his chest cavity, and blood spurted out of the fighter's mouth. In an instant, the whole person was like a broken doll, in pieces, and it was horrible to look at.

The bloody scene horrified the other fighters, but it did not stop Fisk from killing.

Under the dim moonlight, the narrow streets were filled with a sickening smell of blood. The blood on the ground flowed slowly, gathering into small dark red puddles.

He then pounced on the next fighter, grabbed the opponent's shoulders with his hands like iron clamps, and twisted them violently. The sound of broken bones was heard and the man screamed in pain.

However, Fisk's brutality did not stop there. He grabbed the screaming fighter, lifted him up like a chicken, and then slammed him to the ground. With a dull thud, dust rose from the ground, and the fighter's body collided violently with the hard ground, spurting out large mouthfuls of blood.

The dirty blood splashed on the mottled wall, forming shocking bloodstains.

But Fisk didn't give up. He stretched out his hands again, picked up the fighter who was lying on the ground and lifted him into the air.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and the muscles in his arms bulged, tearing them apart. The fighter struggled desperately, but in the face of Fisk's absolute strength, everything was in vain.

With a "swish" sound, the fighter's body was torn into two halves alive, and blood and internal organs spilled like raindrops.

The smell of blood quickly spread in the humid air. The surrounding mosquitoes were attracted by the strong smell and flew around buzzing above the pool of blood.

There was no mercy in Fisk's eyes, only endless indifference and murderous intent.

Another fighter tried to attack from behind, but Fisk seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around and kicked the man dozens of meters away. The man hit the wall and slid down, and there was no movement anymore.

However, the power of Fisk's kick was so terrifying that the body of the sneak attacking fighter was kicked through the wall the moment it hit the wall.

A large human-shaped hole was left on the wall, with gravel and dust flying everywhere. The fighter's body was stuck in the hole, blood gushing out of his mouth, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and his life disappeared in an instant.

When the other fighters saw this scene, they were so frightened that they began to flee in all directions, no longer having the courage to fight.

But Fisk had no intention of letting them go. He chased the fleeing crowd like a wild beast out of control.

The scene was like hell, with blood splattered everywhere and broken limbs scattered all over the ground.

Fisk did not stop and continued his indiscriminate massacre on the spot, and every attack was accompanied by death and despair.

Ryo Sakazaki saw his companions falling one by one, and rushed towards Fisk with an angry roar. His eyes were wide open, his face was distorted with extreme anger, and every muscle was tense, as if he wanted to vent all his anger through this charge.

I saw Ryo Sakazaki clenching his fists, the muscles on his arms bulging, his body was as fast as the wind, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly under his fierce charge.

The moment he approached Fisk, he shouted loudly and used his ultimate move "Overlord Roaring Fist". A powerful wave of energy gushed out from his fist, with a whistling sound, and went straight to Fisk. Wherever the wave of energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp chirping sound.

However, Fisk just looked at him coldly, and turned his body slightly to easily avoid Sakazaki Ryo's seemingly fierce attack. The air wave hit the air, and a large hole was blasted on the far wall, and gravel flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Fisk swung a heavy punch with lightning speed, hitting Sakazaki Ryo directly in the abdomen.

The huge force instantly penetrated his body, and Sakazaki Ryo's abdomen instantly caved in. He vomited blood, and the blood splashed in the air, forming a blood mist. With a painful groan, Sakazaki Ryo fell heavily to the ground.

But Fisk did not stop there. He stepped forward and stomped hard on Sakazaki Ryo's back with his big feet that were like iron pillars. The huge pressure made Sakazaki Ryo's spine make a creepy "crunch" sound. Then, Fisk clenched his fist like a hammer, his muscles bulged high and veins bulged.

He used all his strength to smash Sakazaki Ryo's head hard.

There was only a heart-wrenching thud, and Fisk's horrific punch directly smashed Sakazaki Ryo's head into his neck. The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.

Blood gushed out from Ryo Sakazaki's neck like a fountain, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Ryo Sakazaki's body instantly went limp like mud, his limbs twisted irregularly, without a trace of life left.

Soon, the only ones left standing were a group of four led by Robert Garcia.

They are not the motley crowd that Ryo Sakazaki brought together.

But it also grasps the existence of Qi.

Originally, they were prepared to come for negotiations.

But what was happening before their eyes made them realize that today's negotiation had ended before it even began.

Robert Garcia took a stance, with a faint vortex of air floating above his palms, which was visible to the naked eye. He bent his legs slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and stared at his opponent with eyes as sharp as a hawk, as if ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Andy Bogard was not to be outdone, his muscles were constantly pumping, his fists clenched, his joints crackled, and he exuded a powerful aura, like a volcano about to erupt.

Mai Shiranui waved a flaming paper fan, her figure was light and nimble, like a dancing butterfly.

She was dressed in her iconic red combat outfit, which cleverly outlined her graceful curves and showed off her unique charm.

The man, who was only dressed as a bartender, took a step back.

He is the weakest.

Getting involved would only distract others.

So it’s better to have some self-knowledge.

Fisk paused.

His eyes lingered greedily on Mai Shiranui.

The most eye-catching thing is her proud bust. Her full and towering breasts look even more plump and sexy against her close-fitting combat uniform. The fullness that seems to be about to burst out seems to contain endless power and temptation. Every slight shake can make people's hearts sway.

Looking up, the collarbone is clearly visible, with graceful and smooth lines, like a carefully carved work of art, revealing an irresistible delicacy and charm.

Looking down, her slender waist was so thin that it could be held in one hand, but it was surprisingly resilient, like a nimble snake that could burst out with powerful strength at any time.

Further down, Mai Shiranui's perky buttocks have perfect curves, which complement her long and straight legs.

Her thighs are firm and elastic, her calves are smooth and straight, and every step she takes is full of rhythm and power.

Her body proportions can be described as the golden ratio, and she exudes a fiery charm that makes people's blood boil. She seems like a goddess walking out of the flames, making people sink into it and unable to extricate themselves.

Licked his lips gently.

Fisk said in a cold tone: "Since you were polite just now, I will give you two a chance to leave here alive." As he spoke, Fisk lightly touched the cigar in his mouth, and the lingering smoke made his face look even gloomier. "The first chance is to take this cigar. As long as you can take this cigar, no matter what means you use, then I will forgive your rudeness and recklessness and let you leave here alive."

As Fisk spoke, he took a deep puff of his cigar and slowly blew out a smoke ring, which slowly spread in the air.

He pointed at Mai Shiranui and said, "The second chance is easier. Don't take any risks. As long as this lady is willing to sleep with me, I will let you go.

Well, it's up to you to decide what choice you make. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."