Chapter 176 Jin Bing's Big Move
Suddenly, the shouting stopped, and only the painful groans could be heard faintly from inside.
The two knew that today's fighting game was over.
Just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and every day before that, no more than 40 seconds from start to finish.
"Order, continue to spend a lot of money to search for martial arts, and talents with high skills will be my training partners!" Soon, a majestic, cruel, but flat and indifferent voice came from inside.
"Yes!" The two people outside the door were excited, not daring to neglect, and quickly answered.
Then, they started the work they had been told to do, frantically talking on the phone.
"Today's group can't do it, so let me warm up, what a waste!" In the middle of the spacious practice room, a tall and huge white man with a bald head like a thick wall quickly calmed down and put away the evil spirit in his eyes.
He didn't even look at the ten big men of different skin colors who were in disarray and blood everywhere in front of him, and they walked to the side to get the suit he took off 40 seconds ago.
On the side, there was a well-mannered young man in a suit and leather shoes, who had not said a word from the beginning until now, just calmly watching the extremely cruel fight that took place in these 40 seconds.
No, it shouldn't be a fight, it's just a massacre with completely unequal strength.
"Wesley, why don't you talk? Why don't you come and play?"
The tall, strong, bald white man who had already picked up his suit turned around, looked at the young man's calm expression, and said.
It seemed that everything just now and the blood in front of him were just insignificant, not even worth mentioning little games.
"Boss, I don't want it anymore. You also know that I am not good at force. Instead, I take care of your assets for you. Is this my forte?"
As Jin Bing's most powerful confidant, the young man's expression remained unchanged. Looking at the burly and huge bald-headed white man, he asked softly, "But, boss, you asked me to come here today, do you have something important to tell me? It seems that you are not in the right mood today, so you are more aggressive towards the training partners."
"Wesley, I didn't lose my temper!" Jin Bin narrowed his eyes. After hearing the young man's words, a wave of evil spirit began to condense, and he immediately denied it.
However, on the surface, Jin Bing still remained expressionless, making it impossible to see his true intentions and thoughts.
"Five died today, and one was beaten into a meat paste by you, and the last four were disabled. Usually, when you are in a good mood, you will kill one or two occasionally at most!"
"Although the remaining eight or nine are still lying down, at least there is still one breath left!" The young man looked at the situation in the field and said bluntly.
There were nine people and a puddle of flesh in the arena, and there were four people who were moaning in pain just now, and now they have all passed out.
Through a little observation, James Wesley knew that except for the puddle of rotten meat, four of them had no breathing or heartbeat, and they were obviously dead.
They either had weirdly twisted or broken hands and feet, or had large dents on their chests or waists.
Apparently the sternum and waist ribs were broken, and Jin Bing's attack was very cruel.
As for the puddle of meat, 40 seconds ago, he was a living taekwondo master.
"That's because they are too weak!" Jin Bin stared at James Wesley for a long time, the evil spirit in his eyes suddenly dissipated, and then said something indifferently.
Then, he put on his suit and sat down on the desk chair in front of him in a leisurely manner.
Jin Bin, the king of the underworld, the most powerful gang leader in the United States, almost dominates the entire American federal underworld.
Jin Bing, formerly known as Wilson Fisk, is a calm, evil, cruel, and super-high IQ underworld emperor.
Jin Bing himself has a strong personal strength that cannot be underestimated, as can be seen from the fight just now.
The ten people who just fell in the arena are all fighting masters from all over the world.
But even if Jin Bin was one against ten, they still couldn't last for 40 seconds, which showed how terrifying Jin Bin's strength was.
Moreover, Jin Bing is very self-disciplined. Since his youth, he has been performing high-intensity physical training without interruption every day.
After becoming the king of the underworld, he has more resources and wealth in his hands, and has enough conditions to fight against ten fighters selected from all over the world every day, and each time the fight ends within 40 seconds.
After becoming the king of the underworld, Jin Bing was very happy and angry, and no one dared to speculate on his mind.
In front of this cruel and cruel king, obeying orders is all they can do.
But there are obviously some exceptions. This person is Jin Bin's most trusted friend, James Wesley, who helps him manage the underworld industry, and acts as his dog-headed military adviser.
"Boss, what do you want me to do today?" James Wesley asked this question again, and he was actually a little puzzled.
"It's really a matter of business to talk to you about. Now the Hand that we're working with is completely out of control."
"The thing is, today they publicly elected our deadly enemy, Daredevil, as their supreme leader."
"And there is the luckiest thing, the demon soul 'beast' they worship most piously, was summoned with the best 'black sky' they found as a carrier, and even chose Daredevil as its best host."
"In this way, not only will Daredevil be demonized and blackened, but his strength will grow exponentially, and he will be justifiably qualified to take over the position of the highest leader of the Panhandling Guild."
"If this is the case and becomes a fait accompli, it will not only be a nightmare for the Hand, it will be the beginning of a nightmare for us."
"So, in Hell's Kitchen, the original best way to cooperate with the Hand may be terminated and turned into a bubble phantom."
"We have to make preparations in advance for the breakdown of the partnership with the Hand, and reserve a backup, so that we will not be implicated and damage our current own interests."
"Boss, then your solution is... I know you are a smart person, have you already prepared a draft in your heart and have an idea?"
James Wesley didn't know Jin very well, so he was not in a hurry to give him advice, but asked again.
However, Jin Bing looked calm and calm, but his instinctive eyes were condensed, and he said unhurriedly: "There are hundreds of gangs, big and small, in Hell's Kitchen, but not all of them are under our [-]% control."
"Especially the drug lord Nick Lambert who challenged us has reached the limit of my tolerance. It's time to really get rid of him and take back the washing powder business that he divided up with us, so as to enrich our own treasury."