Chapter 159

Lyon's tone is neither salty nor light, which makes it difficult for James Wesley to guess Lyon's real intention.

However, Lyon's terrible combat effectiveness is still deeply engraved in his heart.

Therefore, he did not want to treat others like that and said to Leon at the other end of the phone, "you can tell me what you want", but said like this: "please wait a moment and I'll inform him right away."

With that, he took his cell phone and walked softly behind Wilson Fisk, gently reminding him, "Your Excellency..."

Fisk didn't look back, as if he hadn't heard it, and continued to look at the oil painting.

No way, Wesley had to harden his head and whispered again, "Sir, it's Mr. Lyon."

The name "Lyon" seems to have a magical power, which suddenly makes a faint ripple on Fisk's spotless face.

With a slight frown, Fisk's huge body slowly turned around and took the mobile phone from Wesley's hand: "it's me, Fisk."

"Long time no see, Mr. Wilson."

Lyon's highly discriminative voice sounded again.

Hearing each other's address, Fisk immediately understood that his kindness seemed to have a good effect

At least, from the tone of the other party, he put himself in a relatively equal position.

"I haven't had time to thank you for the information you sent last time."

Fisk took his cell phone, came to one side of the seat and sat down: "nothing, it's just a small gift..."

"However, I called this time not just to thank..."

Fisk raised his eyebrows slightly. "Oh? I'm all ears."

"I need your help!"

While talking, Lyon told Fisk about the situation of homeless and lost lambs in shouhe academy, hoping that he would help settle these young people.

"... it should be just a small thing for you..."

Faced with Lyon's inexplicable proposal, Fisk hesitated. He didn't know what Lyon's purpose was.

Settling down some homeless people is nothing for him, the underground king of New York.

Just, what good is it for him to do so?

If we let shouhe know that he has taken in these ears and eyes that should have been the ears and eyes of shouhe college, it may cause the dissatisfaction of shouhe society.

This is not in his interest.

"I can't see what's good for me."

No rabbit, no eagle, Fisk's answer, Lyon had expected.

If Fisk had been so easily persuaded, he would not have achieved today's hegemony.

Leon felt that it was time to show his sincerity.

"If you keep these people, I owe you a favor."

Leon's words made Fisk fall into meditation

In a few seconds, he immediately made his own decision: promise him!

Although this is only a non binding oral commitment.

However, for Fisk, this is the first step to turn enemies into friends with Lyon, a superpower!

What's more, the price paid is just to raise some idle people.

Anyway, there are only 70 or 80 people. The daily expenses are drizzling for Fisk

After a moment of silence, just when Leon thought that the bald fat man was asleep, Fisk's low voice sounded again:

"I'll let Wesley take care of it."

"Thank you very much! Mr. Wilson, I think we should meet again soon. At that time, we'll have a drink..." leaving such a remark, Lyon hung up the phone.

After dealing with the homeless young people, Lyon returned to the square and saw the Asian girl brought by a female policeman. She frowned.

At this time, an urgent problem suddenly came to his mind:

How to settle Colin win?

However, before he could figure out the answer to this question, Colin Wen, with a blank face, had come to him.

"Sir, someone is here..."

Captain Owen nodded, waved back the female officer, and then said to Leon: "agent Leon, I won't bother you. I'll report the situation here to the director first."

"OK, thank you."

After captain Owen left, there were only Lyon and Colin Wen with big eyes.

Colin Wen's father, Li Wen, is a professor of Asian history at Columbia University in New York and a Chinese immigrant to the United States.

And her mother is Japanese.

The characteristics of Oriental descent are particularly evident in this young girl in the flowering season.

On the delicate face, there is not much European and American flavor, pure temperament, but more in line with the Oriental aesthetic.

He coughed awkwardly. Lyon squatted slightly and showed Colin Wen the friendliest smile in history. "Hello, my name is Lyon. Your name is Colin Wen, isn't it?"

Looking at Lyon's eyes still shining in the dark, Colin Wen somehow calmed down.

Colleen Wyn did not answer, but nodded slightly.

This is a good sign!

At least, the girl didn't regard herself as a strange uncle who bought goldfish

Glancing at Colin Wen, who was a little nervous, Leon took out his FBI certificate from his pocket, handed it to her and explained, "don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, I'm an FBI agent."

FBI, even Colin Wen, who lives in Hokkaido all year round, has heard of this famous organization.

She nodded again to show that she knew.

Although she covered it up well, Leon heard a trace of peace of mind from the girl's relaxed breathing.

Looking at Colin Wen like a frightened sheep, Lyon suddenly remembered his sister in his mind.

She doesn't have much in common with Colin win.

However, she has one thing in common with Colin Wen, that is, her big watery eyes!

Looking at those poor eyes, Lyon suddenly said, "I don't know if your father has mentioned me to you. I'm his friend."

"Before he died, he told me that his daughter was going to come and meet him..."

Referring to her father who had just died, Colin Wen finally said:

"I didn't see you at the funeral..."

Facing the girl's question, Lyon replied without blinking: "I happened to be on a mission in other countries, so I didn't catch up with the funeral."

"But before that, he entrusted me with one thing, a very important thing!"

Colin Wen looked puzzled and asked, "what is it?"

"You!"