Having said that, Lock didn't wait for Kingpin to say whether he could borrow it or not, and walked toward the bathroom inside Kingpin's office on his own.
This familiar manner was just like being back in his own home, showing no restraint at all.
Kingpin didn't say anything about it, his smile remaining as usual.
But Bullseye, standing behind Kingpin with a gloomy expression, couldn't bear Lock's arrogant behavior and let out a dissatisfied snort:
"Hmph! Who does he think he is, acting so arrogantly! Just because he took care of that trash, Neon Gang for the boss? I could've dealt with that trash myself!"
Hearing this, the kind smile on Kingpin's face slowly disappeared, and then, without any warning, he backhanded Bullseye across the face!
The force was so heavy that it sent Bullseye flying. After hitting the wall and sliding down, he lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time!
"W-Why?" Bullseye lay on the ground, clutching his buzzing head, looking up at Kingpin in disbelief.
He couldn't believe Kingpin would hit him—a loyal subordinate who had recently sworn allegiance—all for the sake of a hired assassin.
After all, just an hour ago, Kingpin had expressed his appreciation for him!
And now, he had turned against him in an instant, all for a hired assassin!
Kingpin looked down at Bullseye on the floor and said coldly, "Why? Bullseye, this is just a lesson to teach you to control that foul mouth of yours!"
"Do you know? If the one teaching you a lesson just now wasn't me, but Lock, you would have ended up just like that head on the floor!"
"I hope this is the first and last time you speak without restraint when you don't know the other person's background!"
"If there's a next time, I'll personally twist your head off to apologize to Lock!"
Apologize?
Bullseye's eyes widened. He couldn't believe he would one day hear the word "apologize" from the mouth of Kingpin, the underground emperor feared by everyone in the underworld!
Just who was this guy named Lock?
Click—
Before long, while Bullseye was still on the ground, reeling from Kingpin's heavy slap and the even heavier words, Lock, who had gone into the bathroom to wash off the blood, stepped out first.
However, at the moment, Lock wasn't wearing his red-and-black suit but a clean white shirt and loose trousers.
Clearly, these were casual clothes Kingpin had already prepared for Lock.
Even though Lock was only wearing a simple white shirt, it couldn't hide the faint outline of muscles beneath it.
While Lock's muscles weren't as exaggerated as Kingpin's, which had grown horizontally, they were full of artistic beauty.
To use a cliché common in web novels: perfect muscle lines like a Greek sculpture!
Without the mask obscuring it, Lock's near-perfect face was finally revealed.
With a chiseled, handsome face, deep blue eyes, and dark brown hair, it was a perfectly modeled face that would make anyone—man, woman, or even someone identifying as a Walmart shopping bag—exclaim how handsome he was!
If anyone's modeling were more perfect than Lock's, it would probably only be the supreme being known as the "Reader"!
Kingpin turned to look at Lock coming out of the bathroom, moving his gaze away from Bullseye, and a smile appeared on his face once again:
"I like how you pursue efficiency in everything you do, whether it's killing people or taking a shower~."
"Lock, seriously, won't you reconsider working for me long-term? If you join, I can double your current mission reward!"
Facing Kingpin's high-priced recruitment, Lock remained expressionless:
"No, I still prefer getting paid per job and living a free life. You can look for me if you have work in the future, but don't bring up recruitment again."
"By the way, wash my suit for me and send it back to my house. Also, give me some pocket change."
Hearing this, Kingpin could only nod with regret: "Alright, that's a real pity. I'll transfer an extra million dollars to your payment later as an apology for my idiot subordinate's idiotic behavior just now."
"As for the suit, once it's cleaned, I'll have someone deliver it to your home tomorrow."
Saying this, Kingpin pulled out a check and casually wrote a 1 followed by five 0s: "Here's some pocket change."
"Mn." Lock nodded to Kingpin and unceremoniously accepted the "pocket change" that amounted to a full hundred thousand.
He then glanced at Bullseye, who still looked defiant, and gave a cold laugh:
"I accept your apology, but I find this guy's hairstyle very eye-oree. So next time we meet, if he isn't bald, I'll crush his dog head!"
After saying that, amidst Bullseye's nearly uncontrollable anger, Lock walked toward the door without looking back.
But just as he was about to step out, Lock paused, turned his head to look at Kingpin, and said quietly, "By the way, I'm not efficient at everything. Watch what you say next time."
After saying that, Lock left directly.
Only after Lock took the elevator down did the smile on Kingpin's face slowly fade. He glanced at Bullseye and said indifferently:
"See that, Bullseye? Not only is this guy's strength terrifying even to me, but most importantly, he holds a very, very deep grudge!"
"And a powerful person who holds grudges—that's what's truly terrifying!"
"So if you still want to keep your head, go shave your hair yourself. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you, and I won't offend a ferocious, venomous spider like Lock to save you..."
Hearing Kingpin's blunt words, Bullseye knelt on the ground in silence, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms!
Drops of blood fell from Bullseye's palms, mixing with the blood flowing from Okamoto Reiichi's head on the floor.
It was as if an invisible force was warning Bullseye: if he didn't do as Lock said, Okamoto Reiichi's fate would truly be his future!
Kingpin didn't care if Bullseye's pride was wounded and ordered:
"Throw Okamoto Reiichi's head out to feed my dogs. Tomorrow, take over the Neon Gang's territory and business fully. And starting tomorrow, I don't want to see a single Japanese person in Hell's Kitchen!"
"Now, I'm going to accompany Vanessa and tell her the good news. She'll never have to worry about blind Japanese people in Hell's Kitchen harassing her again."
Although Kingpin thought highly of Bullseye, his newly recruited elite thug, that was as far as it went.
In his mind, Bullseye and Lock were on completely different levels.
So, after patting Bullseye's shoulder and leaving him with the cleanup task, he also heartlessly pushed the door and left.
And the reason Kingpin wiped out the Neon Gang was exactly as he said—simply because someone in the Neon Gang had hit on his woman!
This seemingly insignificant offense was enough for this underground emperor to spend tens of millions to hire Lock to wipe out the entire Neon Gang!
Of course, this wasn't entirely a losing deal for Kingpin. After taking over the Neon Gang's territory and business, the profits would be far more than tens of millions... Bullseye climbed up from the floor, looking at Kingpin's departing back with eyes full of malice: "I guarantee that after tomorrow, you will never see another Japanese dwarf in Hell's Kitchen!"
Clearly, Bullseye was planning to vent all the frustration he received from Lock today onto the Japanese people in Hell's Kitchen!
He wanted to prove that he, Bullseye, was not weaker than Lock!
If Lock knew, he might have directly forgiven Bullseye's previous offense, saving Kingpin that million-dollar apology fee.
After all, he loved nothing more than wiping out the Little Japs!
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