In the Big Apple, the government maintained order during the day, while the mob ruled the night.
The largest underground force was led by the underground emperor, Kingpin.
In recent years, as the genius writer Ye Bai continued to rise in prominence, more and more attention had been drawn to him.
Among those watching him was Kingpin, the underground emperor of the Big Apple.
Soon, Ye Bai took the elevator to the floor where the movie company was located.
“Fisk Film Company” was the name of the company planning to purchase the rights to The Lord of the Rings.
“Hello, I’m Ye Bai.
I made an appointment with your boss to discuss the film rights today.”
Ye Bai approached the reception desk and spoke.
Strangely enough, the receptionist at this movie company wasn’t a woman.
Instead, it was a burly man wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
“I know.
Walk straight to the end, then go inside.”
The oddly intimidating receptionist spoke to Ye Bai, then fell silent, maintaining an extremely aloof attitude.
Ye Bai frowned.
This receptionist had quite an attitude.
If the movie company hadn’t offered an astronomical price for the rights, he would have turned around and left immediately.
Suppressing his displeasure, Ye Bai went to the designated room, knocked, and entered.
The room was extremely spacious, containing only one large table, yet there wasn’t a single person inside.
“What the hell are these people doing?”
Ye Bai frowned as he walked into the room.
What puzzled him even more was that it was broad daylight, so why were the curtains drawn in the room?
And why were they black?
Not long after Ye Bai entered, a series of footsteps came from the hallway outside.
These definitely weren’t the footsteps of one person.
There was a whole group of them.
Soon, the door to Ye Bai’s room was pushed open, and a group of men in black suits and sunglasses walked in.
The man at the front was over six feet two inches tall and wore a thick gold chain around his neck.
“You’re Ye Bai, the author of The Lord of the Rings, right?”
The newcomer spoke in a deep, booming voice.
Suppressing his displeasure, Ye Bai nodded.
At that moment, the last man in the suit to enter closed the door and locked it from the inside.
“I’ll give you one dollar for all the rights to The Lord of the Rings.
Come over and sign the papers.”
Hearing this, Ye Bai finally understood.
These people weren’t here to buy the rights.
They were here to rob him.
Once he realized that, Ye Bai’s expression turned cold as well.
“What if I say no?”
Ye Bai spoke coldly.
Facing this large group of tough-looking men, he showed not the slightest trace of fear.
The men in suits laughed as well, as though they were mocking Ye Bai’s naivety.
The burly man at the front immediately pulled a pistol from inside his coat and pressed the muzzle against Ye Bai’s forehead.
“Either come over and sign, or I’ll put a bullet in you.
Your choice.”
Live or die.
If Ye Bai were still an ordinary person, there might really have been nothing he could do.
But now, Ye Bai’s gaze had grown even colder.
At the same time, he understood that these people weren’t from any movie company at all.
They were members of the mob.
“You know what?
I hate it when people point guns at my head.”
Ye Bai spoke coldly, without the slightest trace of fear.
Seeing Ye Bai react this way, the mobsters were somewhat surprised.
Shouldn’t an ordinary person facing the dark muzzle of their gun immediately kneel on the ground, cry, and beg for mercy?
What was going on?
Were writers really this fearless nowadays?
Still, they were only somewhat surprised.
They obviously weren’t actually going to shoot Ye Bai dead, because then they would lose access to the value he possessed.
But that didn’t mean they had no other methods.
Death was often a form of relief.
Being unable to live or die was the true torture.
Now that Ye Bai had fallen into their hands, they could do whatever they wanted.
They had plenty of time to extract everything of value from him.
Just as the mobsters were preparing to knock Ye Bai unconscious and carry him away, a black shadow suddenly smashed through the glass and burst in from outside the building.
The newcomer was dressed entirely in a tight-fitting red suit.
It was none other than the famous Daredevil.
This superhero who operated in Hell’s Kitchen could be said to be the mob’s most troublesome opponent.
The mobsters clearly hadn’t expected Daredevil to break in at this moment.
However, they were quick to react.
One after another, they pulled out their pistols and aimed them at Daredevil.
They hadn’t fired when dealing with Ye Bai, but Daredevil was a completely different matter.
Moreover, the room was cramped, limiting Daredevil’s movement.
Facing a volley of gunfire from so many people, even one mistake could result in him being hit.
Yet everyone overlooked Ye Bai.
He had already lost his patience.
The moment he realized these people hadn’t come to offer him money but to rob him, Ye Bai had become extremely irritated.
And since they were a group of mobsters who had committed countless crimes, there was even less reason for him to hold back.
Ye Bai didn’t hesitate and attacked directly.
With one punch, he sent the six-foot-two-inch brute standing in front of him flying.
The man smashed through the nearby window and fell straight down to the street below.
Then Ye Bai punched the nearest mobster, sending him flying as well and smashing through the wall of the room.
Only then did the remaining mobsters react.
They all turned their pistols toward Ye Bai.
But it was already too late.
After obtaining General Zod’s template, Ye Bai hadn’t absorbed much solar energy because of the limited time that had passed.
Even so, he was already far stronger than an ordinary human.
Even superheroes like Captain America and Spider-Man were weaker than Ye Bai in his current state.
At such close range, expecting these ordinary mobsters to deal with Ye Bai was simply a pipe dream.
With ease, Ye Bai slammed the entire group of mobsters to the ground.
The bones of every one of them were shattered beyond recognition, and it was obvious that none of them would survive.
Only then did Ye Bai turn his gaze toward Daredevil, the superhero who specialized in fighting criminals.
“I know who you are, Matthew Murdock, the blind lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen.”
“These mobsters were dealt with by you.
Don’t mention my name, or I’ll find you.”
After throwing out that threat, Ye Bai prepared to leave, not giving Daredevil a chance to speak.
Ye Bai didn’t want to expose his identity and attract too much attention.
But that didn’t mean he was going to act like a coward.
If anyone foolishly provoked him, he absolutely wouldn’t hold back.
Crushing them without mercy was Ye Bai’s style.
Daredevil opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
He really wanted to ask Ye Bai how he had discovered his identity, but Ye Bai hadn’t given him the opportunity.
Looking at the mobsters lying motionless all around him, Daredevil sighed.
Ye Bai’s ruthlessness left him deeply worried.
“I wonder whether this genius writer will be a good thing or a bad thing for the Big Apple.”
Daredevil sighed.
He then pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Old friend, I’ve got something here that I need to report to you.”