Fang Mu took the short knife that originally belonged to the other party and moved it back and forth on the boy's face, as if he was looking for an easier place to strike.
"G, Chris, Chris D'Amico."
Chris D'Amico said tremblingly.
He just wanted to do some bad things to prove that he was capable of taking over his father's underworld business.
Now it seems...
It seems messed up.
He looked at Fang Mu, who was slicing his face with a knife with a smile on his face, and swallowed involuntarily.
Are people outside so cruel?
┭┮﹏┭┮
I want to go home!
etc!
go home?!
Damico Group!
His eyes suddenly lit up.
"I'm telling you, I'm from the D'Amico Group..."
Snap!
The dagger blade struck him hard on the face.
"No! Don't kill me! In the worst case, I'll pay you! My family is very rich!!"
Chris D'Amico closed his eyes and raised his hands very seriously.
"rich?"
Fang Mu had an expression on his face.
Chris D'Amico quietly opened his eyes through a crack and saw Fang Mu's expression, and his heart suddenly relaxed.
"Really! My family is really rich! My dad is Frank D'Amico, the boss of D'Amico Group, he is really rich!"
He looked serious.
Cheating?
Save your life first!
"very good!"
Fang Mu smiled.
"Get in the car!"
"Get in the car?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to pay for it? Let's go find your dad!"
"Looking for my dad?"
Chris D'Amico couldn't help but smile.
He actually doesn’t know who my father is?
That's really... great!
He looked at Fang Mu's back with a sinister look in his eyes.
When the time comes, see how I deal with you!
······
In Hell's Kitchen, it is generally difficult for serious large companies to survive.
Even if the Stark Group is behind it.
But there are some big companies that can thrive in Hell's Kitchen.
For example, D'Amico Group.
Tell a joke.
D'Amico Group is in the timber business.
In the North District of Hell's Kitchen, almost everyone who knows a little bit about the North District knows what the D'Amico Group does.
Timber business?
hehe!
D'Amico Group Building.
Toot toot!
"Boss, the person has been captured."
"Very good, where is he?"
"Warehouse No. 1."
"Well, wait for me, I'll be there right away."
Frank D'Amico put on his suit and walked out of the office.
His assistant followed behind him.
He said as he walked.
"What do I have to do today? Forget it, just return it all to me!"
"Boss, you promised to watch a movie with your son tonight."
"...Where are the others?"
"I'm out, I should be back soon."
The assistant's eyes flashed slightly. He knew where Chris D'Amico had gone, but he had better let him talk to his boss about this kind of thing.
Frank D'Amico paused.
"When he comes back, tell him to go to the cinema by himself. I will go there later."
While talking, he had already walked to the elevator and pressed the call button.
"I see."
The assistant respectfully sent Frank D'Amico away.
Turning around, he returned to a desk next to his boss's office, quietly waiting for Chris D'Amico to return.
"After all, it's almost time, right?"
The door of the building.
Frank D'Amico drove away.
And not long after he left, a car came here.
······
Frank Lumber Warehouse No. 1.
"Frank, I swear, I'm not making this up! That bastard ran out of nowhere, beat me up, and then took the cocaine from my hand!"
A man wearing a large gold chain sat on a chair with a scarred face and argued vigorously.
The tail finger of his left hand is being clamped by a large plier, and it will be cut off with just a slight movement.
Frank D'Amico:???
"Is that guy you're talking about Batman?"
"When did I say Batman?"
Man:(+_+)?
Did I just say this?
"You said it, Cui, you said that guy looks like Batman."
"It seems that he also said that the other party was wearing a mask."
"And the cloak."
Behind Frank D'Amico, several people added.
Finally, a unified answer was obtained.
"That's Batman!"
Cui:(⊙x⊙;)
(╬▔ dishes▔)convex
"I didn't say like Batman! I never mentioned Batman at all!!"
"Well, let me tell you what the problem is, our undercover agent on the Russian side is different from what you told us!"
Frank D'Amico said.
"According to him, you took out my cocaine, sold it, and then swallowed the money!"
"That's fucking bullshit!"
Cui yelled angrily.
"It's unbelievable! You actually believe that Russian guy's bullshit and don't believe me!"
"Okay, let's analyze it."
Frank D'Amico pointed at Cui and said.
"Did you, a profit-minded villain, swallow my cocaine, or did Superman suddenly appear and snatch my things away?"
"It's Batman."
Someone reminded me from the side.
Cui:······
"I never fucking said anything about Batman!"
"Enough!"
Frank D'Amico said coldly.
"My son is still waiting for me to go to the movies with him, and I don't want to spoil his fun. Joe, it's up to you to take care of this matter."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Joe came out.
"Seriously, that's the worst excuse I've ever heard in my life, Choi."
Batman?
Tsk tsk!
This is the Marvel world!
Cui wanted to say something more, but no one wanted to hear him anymore.
Click!
"ah!"
Screams echoed throughout the warehouse.
According to Hell's Kitchen rules, Choi's fingers were cut off.
Then, there was a gunshot.
The screams disappeared.
It is a rule to cut off one's fingers, and it is also a rule to silence one's mouth.
Frank D'Amico's Rules.
······
Frank D'Amico had walked out of the warehouse and returned to his car.
"Has my son arrived at the cinema?"
he asked.
The driver replied.
"I don't know, there is no news yet."
"Um?"
Frank D'Amico was stunned for a moment.
Doesn’t his son most want him to go to the movies with him?
Or watch some kind of superhero movie.
Although he disdained that kind of thing.
Superhero?
There are no superheroes in this world!
But he still agreed to accompany him to see it.
After all, he is his son.
Frank D'Amico knew that his son had been looking forward to watching the movie for a long time.