"Generally speaking, I have a solution to the rich people like you who are above the top." Wilson Fisk still posed for a boxing stance, as if waiting for Salomon to enter the shooting dead corner and launch an attack. He refused to show weakness, especially in front of a young man. However, Salomon just smiled disdainfully, which made Wilson Fisk even more angry - he originally wanted to investigate, but he didn't expect to encounter such a counterattack. But even so, he was still very confident that he could control the situation, because his fists were closer than sniper rifles.

"Do you want to know what happened to those people?"

"I know, I have evidence for every crime you commit. Conclusive evidence, surveillance video, audio, financial transactions, everything can point to you. Every text message is monitored, and every word you and your subordinates say is backed up through your phone. Oh, including the fact that you used a car door to smash a person's head not long ago was recorded by the dashcam." The secret mage smiled and said something that could threaten anyone in the Internet age.

"I also know where you have gone to my adoptive mother and my investigation, but unfortunately, this investigation can never go on. I know you can do a lot for Vanessa, but I don't allow anyone to use orphanage children as bargaining chips. If you ask Elijah, the godfather of the former mafia, you can understand what that means. As a warning, I have asked someone to solve some of your armed forces, if the veterans in cheap suits and new holsters and the gangsters wearing gold chains can be called armed forces."

Wilson Fisk grinned, feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Even though he could not tell whether what Salomon said was true or false, through the shooting just now, he could understand that the madness of the man in front of him was not something that ordinary people could understand. He tightened his muscles like a beast. A small crater was bulging on the wall hit by a large-caliber rifle bullet. The spider web in the shadow stretched out its tiny black tendrils. He felt that he could still smell the smoke. Even though he knew it was an hallucination, his spine was covered with cold sweat.

"What the hell do you want? Do you want me to do your business?" He forced a few words out of his throat, "or do you just want to show off your strength and destroy the lives of the inferiors for fun?"

"You've thought too much, Wilson Fisk. I've told you my purpose, but you just don't believe it. You're worthless to me, not at all. I did this just because your subordinates drove to the wrong place, that is, Mount Athena, and there's no reason. Because Vanessa chose you and gave up her years of friendship with Minerva, this cocktail party was the last help we provide." Salomon shook his head, as if Wilson Fisk was a fool, and he needed to explain and explain the notes very patiently to understand. He put his hands in his pocket, walked out of the shooting world slowly, and approached Fisker, as if he knew that the next topic would make Fisker give up his plan to attack.

"Vanessa will die, this is the first time she is facing death. There will be a second and third time next. As long as she continues to stay with you, death will come as scheduled. However, her will is quite firm, and she will not give up even after knowing the prophecy, so it is difficult for me and my adoptive mother to continue persuading."

"What prophecy? Vanessa will never face danger again!" Wilson Fisk's tone seemed as if Salomon was humiliating him. However, the fact is that he had no way to ensure Vanessa's safety. Salomon felt that his attitude was ridiculous. Wilson Fisk enjoyed the wealth brought by the violent group but was unwilling to bear the consequences. How could such a good thing happen in this world?

But he did not insist on mocking Wilson Fisk. Since this guy thought he could do it, he would never admit that he would fail. He had never failed, otherwise he would have died long ago. There was nothing wrong with letting him indulge in his dreams, and Salomon was too lazy to argue with him.

"She is not dead here, that means she will have a child, a boy with you. If you are interested, ask me for the name when the child is born and has not been named. I promise that the names we know are exactly the same."

Wilson Fisk took a deep breath and his expression softened a little.

"Is Vanessa pregnant?"

"Not yet, that's a few years later. I promise to be a boy and the only child in your life." The Secret Mage's smile was quite warm and friendly, and even made Fisk almost give up his attack. But then his face became quite terrible. He leaned close to Fisker and whispered in the ear of the most powerful man in New York in his ear in the most evil tone of his life, "But if you try to reach out to the orphanage, then this boy won't exist. I'll kill Vanessa, kill your Alzheimer's mother, and kill everyone you care about. Even if the boy was just born, I'll strangle him in the cradle, then pull your spine out, let you get wet on the roadside like a disabled dog, and live on the leftovers in the dog's food bag. I think this is probably the only language you can understand."

Salomon has never threatened anyone in his life. Generally speaking, most of them can be solved by just his negotiation skills and personal charm. This is the first time he has said such a strong gangster atmosphere. But even so, he still couldn't help but show off his literary accomplishments and even used some British idioms. However, Wilson Fisk couldn't understand it at all. This was too far beyond the knowledge of a poor boy in Hell's Kitchen.

But even so, Jin Bing could understand what Salomon wanted to express. The threat seemed to have played a role. Wilson Fisk calmed down again, and Salomon took two steps in time. He was not interested in getting so close to men. He knew that not everyone could obey such a threat, but what Wilson Fisk thought was not interested in the secret mage at all. The only thing he had to do was to ensure the safety of the orphanage.

“That’s all?”

"Yes, that's all." Salomon seemed to suddenly lose interest. He nodded, raised his leg and walked back to the shooting circle at the corner of the stairs, and did not look at Wilson Fisk. "I believe you have definitely heard a lot of such words in your career, and you should be able to understand the meaning."

"So...prophecy. What do you have to say about this?"

"This is not a deal, nor a confrontation. I don't plan to trade with you. There are decent people here." The Secret Master looked at him, as if he was looking at a delusional madman. "I can kill you here, and no one will find out."

"But you won't do that, right? And, I don't think there is anything in this world that cannot be traded."

"You're right." Salomon nodded. He waved his hand, and the shadow lurking in the corner suddenly jumped out two hounds that seemed to be pinched out of asphalt. "Then use your life, because you are of some use to others. If you survive, then you are qualified to negotiate the conditions."
Chapter completed!