Chapter 40: Our Game Had Just Begun

Chapter 40: Our Game Had Just Begun

The voice sounded like a demonic roar, shaking Kingpin so intensely that severe, bone-piercing pain surged through his brain.

It was unclear how much time had passed before the pain slowly dissipated. As the chaotic darkness faded from his sight, he returned to reality.

What appeared before him next made Kingpin's plump face fill with gloom and shock.

He saw, right before him, Bullseye who had been standing there was now lying in a pool of blood with visible wounds on his forehead and chest, disbelief filling his eyes.

Kingpin slightly raised his hand and saw a handgun in it, appearing at some unknown time.

Beside him, James Wesley staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with horror, seemingly clueless as to why Kingpin would suddenly go mad and kill Bullseye he had personally recruited.

"So, is this a warning to me?" Kingpin muttered through the cigar clenched in his teeth.

"Fisk, just now..." James Wesley calmed himself and looked at Kingpin, hesitating to speak.

But before he could finish, a noisy commotion came from outside the door.

James Wesley turned to look and then glanced at Kingpin's grim face, silent. He walked to the office door, opened it, and saw gunmen crowded outside, ready to storm in at any moment.

Obviously, they too had heard the gunfire and thought something had happened in Kingpin's office, eager to burst in.

"Come in, the rest of you, out."

As Kingpin's capable assistant, James Wesley held a position of authority over the gunmen. With a few words, he quelled the disturbance, signaling two gunmen to enter the office.

The two gunmen entered and saw Bullseye dead in a pool of blood, a bullet wound in his forehead confirming his death.

Looking again at the grim-faced boss holding a gun, they were almost scared breathless.

Fortunately, James Wesley directed them to carry the dead Bullseye down to the building's freezer for preservation.

The two did not dare to glance at Kingpin as they hurriedly carried the body out of the office.

"Fisk."

After James Wesley clarified everything, he looked at Kingpin, his expression serious and earnest: "Should I remind you?"

"Anger is the beginning of the descent into the abyss."

Kingpin's rage was cooled by James Wesley's words, like a bucket of cold water dousing his fury, allowing reason to regain control.

His heaving chest calmed down, and he slowly sat in his office chair, closing his eyes, while James Wesley stood by, watching until a minute later, Kingpin reopened his eyes.

"Anger is the beginning of a man's march towards death." He repeated the phrase, then burst out laughing, his robust laughter echoing through the entire spacious office.

James Wesley finally sighed in relief, understanding both his employer and friend.

He knew that Kingpin had regained his composure.

"Thank you for your reminder, my friend. I'm glad you've always stood by my side," Kingpin said earnestly to James Wesley.

The latter shook his head, "You know I never like to get involved in these things, but the business empire needs a calm you to support it."

"If you lose yourself to anger, then as per our agreement from the past, I will leave you."

Kingpin nodded, looking towards the bloodstain on the carpet in front of him, and spoke in a low voice, "I never lack patience, James. Time will prove everything, and no one can humiliate me in this way, not even a godlike figure like the Butcher."

"Our game has just begun."

"I'm looking forward to the moment he kneels before me."

"I'm also waiting to see it," James Wesley said with a smile, recognizing the calm, bloodthirsty, and patient Kingpin he knew.

"I need someone who can clear up my doubts; I want to know how he managed to control me and Bullseye." Kingpin's eyes were filled with seriousness.

"It just so happens I can put you in touch with someone," James Wesley replied.