As a top predator at the peak of the food chain, Kingpin vaguely felt a hint of unease.
While Daredevil was annoying, he was ultimately just an idealist adhering to a "no-kill" principle, hardly anything to fear.
Thus, Kingpin never thought about killing him immediately; instead, he had a "no rush, I'll play along with him" mindset.
Deep down, he even harbored some other ideas.
Like using dirty tactics to drive Daredevil into a corner until he bowed his head in submission.
But this You-Know-Who, who had committed the major crime, was different from Daredevil.
This guy didn't just kill his men; he wiped out that entire group of Russians as well.
The reckless, lawless style conveyed in these actions made even Kingpin feel a slight sense of wariness.
As the saying goes: the soft fear the hard, the hard fear the reckless, the reckless fear the suicidal, and the suicidal fear the insane.
In Kingpin's eyes right now, the You-Know-Who who committed the Pier 9 case was an insane madman.
This kind of uncontrollable existence was what he loathed and feared most.
A powerful, reckless madman with unknown motives was like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.
Therefore, Kingpin decisively chose to strike first.
Using all his influence on the surface, he directly framed "You-Know-Who" as a terrifying, random serial killer.
Through this method, he would force the other party to reveal himself, exposing him to the sunlight just like Kingpin was.
And then... naturally, he would use thunderous means to crush him!
"As you command, Boss!"
Having received Kingpin's orders, Bullseye immediately withdrew from the room respectfully.
It was only after exiting the room that he dared to let the admiration and excitement show in the depths of his eyes.
He was very curious about this "You-Know-Who"—no, it wasn't just simple curiosity.
It was mixed with an anticipation of a "long-awaited spiritual encounter."
In the eyes of a true sociopath like Bullseye, the way You-Know-Who killed last night... was full of artistic flair!
He even felt that You-Know-Who was a genuine slaughter artist, just like himself!
This made Bullseye incredibly excited, and his killing intent surged.
If he could personally kill this "artist" who shared similar ideas, the pleasure he would derive would surely reach its peak.
As the saying goes... it's better than sex!
As Bullseye loyally executed Kingpin's orders, public opinion began to ferment rapidly.
Because Peter hadn't left a single photo or a shred of evidence when he killed last night,
to better refer to him and grab the audience's attention, the media under Kingpin directly slapped Peter with the cliché title of "dock butcher."
For a time, all over New York, and even throughout the entire U.S., reports about the "dock butcher" were everywhere... Noon break, Midtown High School cafeteria.
The cafeteria television was playing the midday news, and the topic of discussion was naturally still the Pier 9 bloodbath.
On the screen, a so-called criminal psychology expert was talking eloquently to the camera:
"While most media outlets use 'dog eat dog' to describe this tragedy, as a professional criminal psychologist, I can assure you:
The killer is someone else, and every victim at Pier 9 died by his hand alone! This is evident from the large amount of cash that vanished from the scene!
Since we have not yet obtained any biological information on the killer, I have named him the 'dock butcher.'
Analyzing the traces left at the scene, the dock butcher is an adult male over 1.8 meters tall, weighing over 140 pounds, with an extremely strong antisocial personality.
He enjoys the process of killing and finds pleasure in torturing the weak; he is a dangerous element threatening the safety of all New York citizens.
We must apprehend him as soon as possible, otherwise he is likely to commit more indiscriminate killings in the city..."
dock butcher? That title is just terrible.
Watching the news report on TV, Peter couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.
This generation of media was truly the worst he'd ever seen; they had no imagination at all.
Even calling him 'Pyke' or the 'Buddha of Bilgewater' would have more class than a generic name like 'dock butcher.'
Compared to the speechless Peter, Gwen, after learning the details of the Pier 9 crimes, couldn't help but knit her pretty brows:
"This guy is too cruel... regardless of whether those people were bad or not, one shouldn't abuse life."
It wasn't abuse!
Peter continued to complain in his heart.
Last night, before those people could even figure out what was happening, their heads or torsos were blown apart by a single punch—they achieved a high-quality sleep like a baby's on the spot!
It was practically more comfortable than euthanasia!
Munching on a sandwich, Peter said with a muffled voice:
"I personally think as long as this guy doesn't hurt good people, there's no problem at all."
"The more gruesome the deaths of the criminals, the more it can deter those petty crooks, right?"
"Before, they always thought that even if they committed a crime, they could get away with it as long as they weren't caught—or even if they were caught, they could use money to grease palms and continue their villainy."
"But now, with a truly dangerous individual like this, they'll have to think twice before wanting to commit a crime in the future."
"The law might let them find loopholes, but the butcher won't show mercy."
Peter's words left Gwen somewhat stunned.
She had never looked at the issue from this perspective before.
Now that Peter put it this way, she actually felt it made some sense:
"Uh, maybe you're right... but I still think this guy is a bit too extreme. Anyway, if I had great power, I definitely wouldn't do that."
Gwen made her vow with conviction.
To this, Peter only nodded noncommittally.
Well, with me around, you really only need to be a 'pajama baby' and that'll be enough.
As they were talking, the TV screen switched again, and a bald, stout man in a custom-made suit appeared on camera.
It was Kingpin! Or rather... Wilson Fisk.
This uncrowned king of the New York underworld spoke with a look of compassionate sorrow:
"I am incredibly shocked and saddened by the emergence of the 'dock butcher.'"
"This barbaric and bloody behavior is an open trampling of our city's civilization and order."
"To bring this dangerous individual who threatens public safety to justice as soon as possible, I am willing to personally donate one million dollars to the NYPD to upgrade police equipment."
"Additionally, I will offer another million dollars as a reward for any leads regarding the true identity of the 'dock butcher.'"
As soon as this news broke, the students in the cafeteria instantly went wild!
That was a million dollars!
For a group of high schoolers, it was an unimaginable fortune!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
While the students were discussing the "dock butcher," the cafeteria windows suddenly vibrated violently, and one pane of glass even shattered strangely out of thin air.
Just then, a student rushed in from outside, full of excitement, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Guys, big news! That Manhattan Bank on the east side of the school is actually being robbed!"