Chapter 4 We Are Different
By the time Lyon left the restaurant and headed home, he had completely lost interest in buying a pot.
The reason is what Iza and he said.
...
"Promise? Promise what? Maintain world peace?!" Lyon's answers to nonsensical questions were always even more nonsensical.
"I have long since let go of the past of the M78 Nebula, Bodhisattva, please spare this humble Taoist!"
Aiza: ...
This mix of three English sentences with one Chinese sentence is so bad that anyone listening to it would need to hire several translators.
However, this did not affect Aiza's understanding. Based on her experience, when Leon was smiling, what he said was often meaningless nonsense, but when he became serious, he would not.
That's utter nonsense, the kind that's toxic.
...
Even the most beautiful middle finger is still just a middle finger.
Ignoring him, Lyon abandoned his reckless attitude and sat back down opposite Aiza.
That's more like how someone should speak!
Aiza nodded slightly, and then Leon heard what Aiza meant by agreeing or not.
...
Fisker Real Estate Company.
That's the answer to the question.
Rumor has it that this company has secured projects in the recent city blocks and is therefore negotiating demolition with various households. However, the terms they offer seem rather unfavorable, and their attitude and methods are not those of a legitimate company.
"It would be a miracle if it could even resemble that..."
Fisk—the name sounded familiar to Leon, but he couldn't quite place it. Then, hearing Izzah mention the shady real estate company... and the fact that he lived in Brooklyn...
That's Kingpin!
Speaking of this person, he has some connection with Lyon himself.
As a second-generation leader of a dynamic social group, Wilson Fisker, nicknamed Kingpin, was more than ten times better than his father.
Although Fisk the Elder, a gang leader, died tragically on the street, Fisk the Younger, who witnessed it all, did not behave the same way as the others.
If it were someone else, they might be struck to the core and then resolve to study so that they could leave this filthy and rotten place and live a bright and sunny life.
He didn't think that way; he believed his father's death was perfectly scientific and reasonable.
Because he wasn't strong enough! Not ruthless enough!
Thus, having gleaned profound lessons from his father's death, young Fiske resolutely dedicated himself to the tireless development of a vibrant social organization.
Laundry detergent, guns, people—basically anything illegal, they do it!
Meanwhile, Fisker, drawing parallels between different situations, realized that a person's strength is limited (which it isn't). So, after relentlessly training himself and becoming one of the strongest human fighters, capable of punching through a wall, he began searching for other ways to help himself become stronger.
They are: power, money, and accomplices.
Thus began Fisk's long journey of integrating the New York underworld, during which he united various forces, including the Hand, earning him the title of "Kingpin," the kingpin of the underworld. In the process of expansion, he also made enemies of the Punisher, Spider-Man, Daredevil, and even the X-Men.
But he's still alive and well. That speaks volumes.
Lyon and his connection was certainly not one of old friends or acquaintances, but rather one of enmity.
To be precise, it's really difficult to fight crime in the Big Apple without offending Kingpin. Leon naturally wouldn't pick and choose his targets. Every night, he would use his aerial magic to ascend into the sky and then help the unlucky ones redeem their souls. Under such circumstances, it was inevitable that he would offend the most dynamic social groups in New York.
In all fan fiction, Kingpin is always the one who feeds the protagonist. After all, compared to other supervillains, Kingpin, as an ordinary person, poses very little threat, so he is often sent to his death as a small monster to give experience in the early stages.
But Leon doesn't think so!
Lyon knew his own limitations well enough to assess his own abilities.
Although Marvel has always portrayed Kingpin as an ordinary person, well... Marvel physics is something to take with a grain of salt.
According to the system's algorithm, Leon estimated that Kingpin's strength would be at least 22, and his agility wouldn't match his size. As for stamina, Leon estimated it wouldn't be low either, since it's common knowledge that larger people have more health. Similarly, his intelligence, while not quite at the level of Tin Man hammering out the first generation of armor in a cave, was definitely above average. Leon remembered that this guy seemed to be fluent in several foreign languages; he was very intelligent. A very high-IQ guy.
"With this level of talent, why not go to university to enrich yourself and contribute to the country? Instead, you're running a vibrant group selling laundry detergent and making those blue-flame-emitting 'da da da' noises. What were you thinking?!"
Evil capitalism!
Without a doubt, if they were to fight head-on, they would be the ones getting slaughtered, not to mention that as a group, swarming them would be their basic tactic.
Think of Bullseye, think of Erica, think of hands coming together to form five fingers...
Haha, we're different.
Although he was renting a house and it wouldn't affect him even if it were demolished, Leon still accurately realized the crux of the problem.
"It seems that, right now, this guy is indeed the best candidate to fleece people!"
To be honest, if we can't even handle Kingpin, who is officially recognized as an ordinary person, how will we be able to compete with those who fly, burrow underground, use technology, are mutated, come from heaven, or come from hell?
Even from the perspective of eradicating evil, ordinary villains are really no match for Kingpin!
Lyon sat cross-legged in the air, deep in thought.
Let's do it, brothers! Oh... cough!
Kingpin is a must-have, but my current strength doesn't allow me to carry out a decapitation strike; I might not even be able to defeat Bullseye.
Fortunately...
"Hehe, I'm not very talented, I just use cheat codes!"
Over the past few days, Lyon has leveled up to level two and accumulated a lot of purification points to draw prizes. However, the system level is a bit low, and the prize pool is full of junk. There are very few usable items, and they are not much stronger, so they cannot bring about a qualitative change in strength.
Look at the Iron Man's Mark armor, he wasn't wearing it. Stark is just an ordinary person, he'd fall down with one shot.
Put it on! Thanos will give you a good kick too!
"I'd love to get one of these!"
Just imagine it; Iron Man's armor doesn't look like white, green, or blue at all.
Then upgrade the system!
The current prize pool has 90 white and 10 green prizes, it's practically an insult!
upgrade!
An upgrade is necessary!
Only by drawing blue or even purple equipment and skills can you truly rise to power!
Looking at the sky outside the window, he realized that if he flew out at this time, anyone would be able to spot him. Although the Flying Technique could make him fly very high, it was awkward because Leon's physical abilities couldn't keep up.
He couldn't adapt to flying too high or too fast, and the temperature drop and oxygen levels also affected him.
Don't ask how Leon knew; the answer is always the same: meticulousness, caution, and self-harm!
It was getting late when a resident of a certain community confidently swore to his wife that he had seen aliens flying in the sky. As a result, his wife, who smelled alcohol on his breath, became furious and gave him a severe beating.
His wife later regretted it and asked him what the alien he saw looked like. He said, "The alien was wearing a black coat, a magician's hat, and an eye patch. It was sitting in an invisible chair, eating noodles as it flew."
"Seriously! Noodles fell all over my face!"