Chapter 323. King of Vampires

"Charles... you violated the rules I set and sold the goods to the other group without permission."

In the Hell's Kitchen, at Fisk Tower.

King Pin looked at the man in front of him and spoke with a cold expression.

"Rules?"

Charles, the man in front of him, opened his swollen eyes, grinned, and revealed his broken teeth. In a hoarse voice, he sneered, "Do you still think you're the same King of the underworld, Kingpin? Your failure is known throughout Manhattan. The Defenders destroyed your people. No one is afraid of you anymore. You're just a big clown."

Kingpin's consecutive failures had dealt a heavy blow to his reputation in Manhattan. The underworld's King had controlled the gangs through fear, but he was now suffering from it.

When his gang began to question his authority, his identity as the King of the underworld was also shaken.

"If I were a clown..."

Kingpin said, stretching out his large hand to grab Charles' head. He spoke calmly, his face expressionless. "Then in my eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of worthless trash."

He easily lifted Charles like a doll and held him in front of him, staring into his fearful eyes. "Remember, as long as I exist, Manhattan must follow the rules I set. And you, violated the rules."

Snap--

As soon as the words fell, Kingpin suddenly lifted the hand that held the man's head and smashed it onto the ground.

Immediately after, a crisp and terrifying sound of bones breaking sounded.

The man in Kingpin's hand immediately lost his struggle.

Kingpin reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his hands. He looked down at the corpse on the ground, coldly letting go of the blood-stained handkerchief, letting it fall on the corpse.

Although the man proved with his words that he had offended Kingpin...

The words he said before he died somewhat indicated the current situation in Manhattan.

Due to Ivan Vanko's betrayal, Kingpin's men sharply decreased, and this also caused his control over the many gangs in Manhattan to weaken.

At the same time, a large number of people like Charles, who ignored the rules, emerged and challenged his authority.

Ignoring the cold corpse in front of him, Kingpin silently sat back in his seat.

In fact, for the Kingpin, the chaos in Hell's Kitchen was only a small matter. These people who dared to oppose his rule were, at best, a group of brainless fools. They were unaware that the name Kingpin represented terror and bloodshed.

"Jiu You."

With his head lowered, he muttered these two words.

It seemed that with the disappearance of the Hand, the power of Jiu You had also disappeared without a trace.

This result made Kingpin feel like he was betrayed.

No one could deceive Kingpin, not even Jiu You.

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"Kingpin, the legendary underworld king who controls all the underground forces in Manhattan?"

At this moment, a voice with a heavy accent sounded.

Along with the voice, a tall and thin figure with pale skin and obvious Nordic features appeared in front of Kingpin.

He blinked his red eyes and looked at Kingpin like the large man was prey. He opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, and licked his lips, eagerly saying, "I wonder what your blood tastes like?"

[Reputation points from Kingpin +235]

"A Norwegian vampire?"

Kingpin frowned and looked at the figure's sharp teeth. This clearly had a special appearance that made him think of something.

"Why are you here in New York?"

Kingpin's underworld business was spread all over the world, and he had some contact with Norway, knowing that there was a deep connection between the country and vampires.

"Because my master, the great vampire king, Lord Dio, is very interested in you, Kingpin." Hearing Kingpin's question, the figure restrained its eager expression and wore a respectful expression on his face.

"The vampire king, Dio?"

The thin figure's words made Kingpin's eyes instinctively narrow, but he quickly concealed it and replied in a deep voice, "There's never been unfounded attention in this world."

Facing Kingpin's question, the thin figure grinned wickedly.

He took out a phone from his pocket and carefully held it in front of his chest, then pressed a button on it.

In the next second, a strange and beautiful man with golden hair and white skin in his twenties appeared on the screen in the hands of the thin figure.

"Kingpin."

The handsome man spoke with arrogance, smiling at Kingpin through the screen.

"Dio?"

Looking at the strange figure on screen, Kingpin thought of the words of the thin man earlier and asked tentatively with a furrowed brow.

He didn't look down on the young appearance of the other party because if everything the thin figure said was true, then the man named Dio on the screen was most likely a vampire and perhaps even the king of vampires. Vampires, in any legend or story, had the ability to live forever.

"Who allowed you to call Lord Dio with such disrespect!"

Upon hearing Kingpin's address, Dio, on screen, didn't react, but the thin man in front of him shouted excitedly with a mouth full of sharp teeth as if Kingpin's words had committed a great mistake and deserved to be punished.

"You're too loud, you're bothering me."

Listening to the agitated words of the tall and thin man, Dio simply spoke a few words, which quickly calmed him down.

"I apologize, Lord Dio."

After apologizing respectfully to Dio, the tall and thin man restrained his fierce expression.

Not putting too much weight on the man's reaction, Kingpin lowered his head and looked back at the screen in front of him. Seeing the strange man named Dio inside, he paused for a moment before asking, "So, tell me Dio, what do you want?"

"Want?"

Upon hearing Kingpin's question, Dio seemed to find it amusing and smiled, then turned his head to look at Kingpin, who looked cautious. He casually said, "If I have to say, there is one thing, and that is Jiu You."

"Jiu You?!"

[Reputation points from Kingpin +430]

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