Wilson’s face was flushed with rage, like a lion suddenly provoked into a fury.
Yet, a flicker of apprehension still lingered in his eyes.
As a gang leader, what storm hadn’t he weathered?
But this scene defied his understanding, leaving him feeling profoundly insecure.
Even before he would become the future Dark Emperor, Wilson maintained the composure of a superior, skillfully masking his true emotions.
He asked calmly, “This guest, isn’t this manner of visiting a bit impolite?”
Wilson walked unhurriedly to the bedside and sat down, as if completely unconcerned about this aggressive “guest.” He rested his hands naturally on the edge of the bed, but his fingers inconspicuously pressed a hidden button.
As a gang leader, how could Wilson not have some security measures?
A device for sending distress signals was installed on the bedside.
Seeing that Gao Ming hadn’t noticed his small move, Wilson felt slightly more at ease.
Now, he just needed to stall for time until his subordinates, who had received the alarm, arrived.
Little did he know, Wilson’s attempt to call for help, which he thought had gone unnoticed, was completely seen by Gao Ming.
The Ox Talisman granted the user immense strength.
But it wasn’t just about raw power; more accurately, it enhanced the entire body’s physical capabilities, with every organ receiving a certain level of strengthening.
Gao Ming’s optic nerves were no exception, allowing him to notice subtle movements with ease.
Though Gao Ming had spotted Wilson’s covert actions and immediately realized he was signaling for help, he didn’t intervene.
Under normal circumstances, he should have stopped Wilson or dealt with him right then and there.
Instead, he remained floating in the air with his arms crossed, watching Wilson’s desperate attempts with amusement.
Before Wilson could change the subject, Gao Ming asked in a strange tone, “Are you afraid?”
“Afraid? No. I’m just curious how you’re flying. Is it some new invention?” Wilson retorted, quickly shifting the topic while mentally calculating how much longer his men would take to arrive.
“A device?
No, no, no.
This is just a little trick.
Nothing unusual, right?” Gao Ming said “humbly.”
Wilson: “…Your Excellency is truly modest. I wonder what brings you to see me tonight?”
As he spoke, Wilson’s nerves tightened.
If the other man showed any sign of attacking, he would immediately fight back.
Though Gao Ming had displayed extraordinary power, that didn’t mean Wilson would simply wait to be slaughtered.
Gao Ming rested his chin on his hand in a thoughtful pose, slowly descending until his feet touched the ground.
“About that… Actually, I’m here to ask for your help.”
Wilson’s vigilance didn’t waver in the slightest, but he still asked politely, “If there is something I can do, Your Excellency, please say so.”
“No rush. Let’s find a quieter place first.”
Hearing this, Wilson frowned slightly, then feigned confusion.
“What do you mean, Your Excellency…?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Wilson suddenly lunged forward, his fist clenched as he launched an attack at Gao Ming, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
Facing Wilson’s surprise attack, Gao Ming casually waved his hand.
The immense force not only deflected Wilson’s fist but also sent him flying across the room, crashing into the furniture.
“Why bother…” Gao Ming shook his head with a look of pity, then walked toward Wilson without any rush.
As Gao Ming drew closer step by step, Wilson finally couldn’t hide the panic in his heart.
That incomparably exaggerated strength—the fact that he had been knocked down with a casual blow before he could even attack—combined with the terrifying power of floating in the air just moments ago, made it impossible for Wilson not to be afraid.
He subconsciously backed away.
At that moment, the bedroom door burst open.
A group of fierce-looking bodyguards in black rushed in, all raising their guns and firing at Gao Ming!
“Oh, guns! This won’t do. I’m afraid of pain.”
The moment Gao Ming’s voice rang out, the bodyguards realized that all the bullets they had fired had missed their mark.
Gao Ming’s figure had vanished from their sight.
A chilling sensation crept up their spines.
Just as they were about to shout “On guard!”, a ball of scorching flame erupted toward them!
With no time to dodge, the flames slammed into the group of bodyguards and exploded violently.
Before they could even let out a single scream, everyone was instantly incinerated, leaving behind nothing but a pile of black ash.
“Hah… I didn’t expect it to be this loud.”
This was Gao Ming’s second time killing someone, and he already felt much better.
Although he still felt a bit uneasy, he no longer felt nauseous or wanted to throw up.
His face was just a little pale, but that was hidden by his mask.
The Rabbit Talisman’s speed allowed Gao Ming to easily dodge all the bullets.
The Snake Talisman’s invisibility made the enemies lose their target.
Finally, he took advantage of the invisibility to launch a surprise attack with the Dragon Talisman.
This was his first time using the Dragon Talisman, and its explosive power did not disappoint him.
It was truly violent to the extreme.
“Although dealing with a bunch of small fry is a matter of minutes, I won’t waste any more time.”
Before Wilson’s other subordinates could arrive, Gao Ming controlled his strength and struck the back of Wilson’s neck with a karate chop, just like in the movies, knocking him unconscious.
As expected, Wilson was knocked out with a single blow.
Gao Ming looked at the unconscious Wilson with satisfaction and nodded.
“I’ve been wanting to try that for a long time…”
Grabbing one of Wilson’s legs, Gao Ming flew out of the broken window, leaving behind a group of subordinates who had just arrived, holding their guns uncertainly and looking at each other in confusion.
***
*Splash—*
Ice-cold water hit his face, and Wilson jolted awake.
His mind was still a blur as his vision gradually cleared.
A figure clad entirely in black stood before him.
*Huh?*
The events before his blackout rushed back.
Wilson scrambled to his feet, his body tensing into a defensive stance.
But the moment he recalled the man’s overwhelming power, he resignedly dropped his clenched fists.
The will to resist had vanished.
“What the hell do you want from me?!” Wilson demanded, his voice a bitter mix of desperation and fury.
“My life?!”
Gao Ming seemed almost embarrassed.
“Actually, I came for you tonight because I need you to bring me Melvin Potter. He’s going to make a suit for me.”
Wilson’s gaze went blank.
A wave of indignant grief washed over him.
*What a lunatic!* You want me to get someone to make you a suit, and you couldn’t just sit down and talk about it?
You had to *kidnap* me… to a rooftop?
Only then did Wilson realize he was on the roof of an apartment building.
He scanned the surrounding skyline—they were still in Hell’s Kitchen.
*Kidnapping me to a rooftop is one thing, but you don’t even have a proper basement dungeon?*
Wilson felt an inexplicable sense of humiliation.
He thought of his status and position, only to be snatched up by some lunatic and dragged to a rooftop—all over a suit!
At this moment, Wilson felt like ten million grass mud horses were stampeding through his mind…
Yet, a glimmer of hope flickered within him.
This lunatic had come for Melvin.
Did that mean his own life was spared?
But Gao Ming’s next words dragged him back down into the abyss: “…and kill you while I’m at it.”
“Why! Why! Tell me why!” Wilson was on the verge of insanity.
Why, in the end, did he still have to die?
Gao Ming asked in bewilderment, “Why? Don’t you have any idea how many bad things you’ve done? Isn’t it only natural to take out a gang boss like you?”
Gao Ming’s retort instantly silenced the hysterical Wilson.
He had sacrificed too much to reach his current position.
Wilson’s face twisted with rage as he roared, “I wanted to make this city better than it is now, to build a more beautiful future! Why do you have to destroy it all!”
Facing Wilson’s shameless claim of being a good man who only wanted what was best for the city, Gao Ming rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“I’m truly impressed by your thick skin. A gang boss like you, yet you act as if you’re innocent. And besides…”
Gao Ming suddenly took a few steps forward, startling Wilson, who stumbled back and stared warily at him.
Ignoring Wilson’s startled reaction, Gao Ming continued, “…Besides, I don’t live in Hell’s Kitchen. No matter how ‘beautiful’ you make this city, what does it have to do with me?”
Wilson: “…”
Wilson nearly choked.
*If you don’t live in Hell’s Kitchen, why the hell are you here meddling in our business?!*
So he was going to be taken down by some lunatic?
He couldn’t accept it…
Remembering that Gao Ming was looking for Melvin Potter to make a suit, Wilson immediately grasped at the last straw.
“You’re looking for Melvin to make you a suit, aren’t you? Let’s make a deal: I’ll tell you where he is, and you let me go. How about it?”
Wilson was desperate, but Gao Ming completely rejected the offer.
“Melvin only works for you because you’re threatening his daughter. How can I expect him to make my suit with a clear mind if I don’t eliminate you? And don’t tell me you’d spare Melvin’s daughter if you survived. Would you really just let today’s events slide?”
Before Wilson could respond, Gao Ming cut him off bluntly.
“Sorry, I don’t believe you.”
Gao Ming’s words were, without doubt, a death sentence for Wilson.
Dead either way, Wilson refused to simply wait for the end.
He roared again and lunged at Gao Ming, unleashing a barrage of heavy punches, desperate to strike his opponent.
But Gao Ming merely yawned, effortlessly blocking every single attack with one hand.
Seeing Gao Ming nonchalantly deflect his full-force strikes, Wilson’s despair deepened.
Finally, after throwing countless punches, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his strength completely spent.
Gao Ming shook out his hand.
“Had enough?”
Wilson’s mind fractured.
He howled maniacally, “Hahaha! Killing me won’t matter! This city will still be shrouded in darkness! Everything will rot in sin! You can’t stop me! Hahahaha—”
“Not my problem,” Gao Ming said dismissively.
“I’ll leave Hell’s Kitchen to Daredevil.”
“Daredevil?” Wilson froze.
*Who is that?* Before he could even process the name, he saw Gao Ming cracking his knuckles as he slowly approached.
“Now,” Gao Ming said, “let me properly cook you up.”
“Ah—!”
***
As usual, Melvin limped back to his warehouse, carrying his toolbox.
He took a sip of honey water from the refrigerator, his face contorted in pure bliss.
Melvin’s intellect was somewhat below average; even simple honey water brought him immense joy.
Yet, this intellectually disabled man possessed extraordinary craftsmanship.
On his workbench lay several pieces of fabric, and beside it stood a mannequin wearing a half-finished vest made from the same material.
This fabric was no ordinary cloth—it was a creation of Melvin’s own research, possessing incredible toughness that could withstand most attacks.
Wilson was wearing a vest made by Melvin, which explained why the blows he took in the American drama felt like nothing more than a tickle.
Melvin’s mindset was that of an immature child.
He had always been a good man, following his daughter’s wishes.
But when Wilson threatened his daughter’s safety, he had no choice but to work for him.
Suddenly, the warehouse’s heavy metal gate was ripped open with brute force.
Melvin froze in terror as the unwelcome guest strode inside.
Gao Ming entered, dragging a battered Wilson, whose face was swollen like a pig’s head.
He looked at Melvin and greeted him cheerfully, “Good evening, Melvin. You have a delivery.”