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

The Italian held the heavy boxes in his hands and looked at Sister Maria in silence for a few more times, but he did not say much. He just closed the lids of the two boxes, put them on the shelf on the side, and then made a gesture of invitation.

Not far away, a golf cart drove up.

Fisk looked at the small seat, then looked at his huge body that was like a small mountain, and said to the Italian: "If possible, can you have another one?"

"Sorry, can not."

Fisk was helpless.

Just about to squeeze into the co-pilot seat.

Sister Maria had already sat on it.

Fisk said thank you gratefully!

Sitting in the wide back seat.

Then he sat on it.

The golf cart that was just moving with ease.

Immediately, a miserable groan was uttered.

The air bags on the wheels were dented by his huge weight.

But if you make do with it, it can still be started.

The Italian pursed his lips.

Not wanting to slap myself in the face, I didn't call for another golf cart.

He forced himself to suppress his embarrassment and drove the golf cart towards the depths of the manor.

This manor is unusually large.

Judging from the area alone, it is almost as big as Hell's Kitchen.

Only compared to the crowded and densely populated Hell's Kitchen.

The manor seemed extremely empty.

There are meadows and small forests everywhere.

Scattered buildings are interspersed among these meadows and forests.

There are houses specially designed for picnics and small villas specially designed for sunbathing.

Fisk even saw an enormous theater!

It was a building in English architectural style.

The reason why I know it is a theater is because the word "Theater" is written on it... I have to say, these Italians really know how to enjoy themselves.

Various stone statues are scattered throughout the manor.

Walk up a few steps and you'll see one.

However, the carved figures are not historical celebrities.

Instead, they are aristocrats dressed very luxuriously.

Fisk glanced at the sign below the statues.

No, there’s the Duke, the Marquis, and the King of Romania... Fisk has no idea what these guys are doing.

At least, these guys were definitely not the historical figures he knew.

In addition, there is only a title on the sign, but no specific name.

It's as if it was hidden on purpose.

The golf cart sped across the theater.

The sky was getting darker and darker. The distances between the street lights in the manor were very large. Basically, you had to walk a few dozen meters before you could see a circle of light. It was extremely dim, but at least there was light.

At other times, we are completely in the dark, groping our way forward.

Fortunately, the driver of the golf cart was an Italian who was familiar with the route.

This will prevent the golf cart from being driven into a ditch.

In the distance, an ancient castle appeared.

It still had the appearance and shape of an ancient European castle, but there were no lights outside...it was as if it had been completely shrouded in the night, covered by a layer of dark barrier.

An Italian man in a black suit.

They stood at the gate of the castle like door gods, forming two teams facing each other.

Their posture was relatively lazy, and a few Italians were even chatting among themselves.

However, they all exude an aura that makes them seem like they are not someone to be trifled with.

Fisk could even smell the blood from them.

These guys are all gang members who have killed people.

There are at least two or three lives on their hands.

even more.

The purpose of letting them come out to serve as "receptionists".

In fact, the theme of today's rally has been pointed out.

"Show off your power!"

Got off the golf cart.

The two walked up the stairs.

The steps are not long.

But this is exceptionally steep.

The distance between the steps is very short, and the sizes and lengths are different, as if they were built on a steep mountain, but the ground is clearly flat.

Stairs built in this way have no meaning other than adding difficulty to people walking on them.

I don't know whether it was unintentional or it was done on purpose to disgust the guests.

Fortunately, Sister Maria did not wear high heels today, otherwise she would have suffered a lot.

Walked to the main entrance of the castle.

Fisk was stopped.

He came in as a bodyguard.

Not some gang leader.

Therefore, he was not qualified to participate in the gatherings among the bosses.

Sister Maria nodded slightly to Fisk.

He turned around and followed the Italian who led the way into the castle.

Tsk-tsk.

Fisk was led to the left tower of the castle.

The guide was also an Italian.

“You stay here first. After the bosses have finished their discussion, you can go to the dance later… How come I have never seen you before?

Did you just join Bloodthirsty Maria?"

"No, I'm a bodyguard hired by Sister Maria, a personal bodyguard."

"Oh, so that's how it is." The Italian nodded, turned around and led him to the door of the tower: "You can go in and sit or smoke outside, just don't set the woods on fire and don't leave here.

If there is any misunderstanding, we will not show mercy, and we can only say sorry to Sister Maria."

Fisk agreed.

The Italian did not stay long.

He left after muttering a few words, but there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes... Fisk inexplicably felt as if he was being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast.

Fisk looked around and suddenly found a red dot on his chest.

Looking up, Leicester was actually lying on the spire of the main building of the castle.

Following him was the wretched old bald man named Vulture.

After a little thought, Fisk understood that it must be the vulture that flew in from the sky holding Lester.

Think about it too.

To get into such a tightly guarded manor, there seems to be no other good way except to use the sky above.

Especially since this manor is so huge, with small forests and independent buildings everywhere, once there are ambushes and secret sentries, even if the invaders have extraordinary abilities, there is no way they can escape the surveillance of these secret sentries.

He gently raised his middle finger to Lester.

The red dot slowly moved and appeared not far away, on a wooden door embedded in the wall.

Fisk looked around.

Seeing that no one noticed me.

Slowly walked to the side of the wooden door.

The wooden door was locked.

However, Lester above his head just pulled the crossbow in his hand.

The dull sound of breaking wind rang in Fisk's ears.

The slender crossbow arrow accurately penetrated into the keyhole.

The wooden door trembled violently, then slowly bounced open.

Nothing much was made, so naturally it was impossible to attract anyone's attention.

Behind the door is a staircase winding upwards.

Fisk didn't hesitate.