Peter had been living very happily recently; he was eating and drinking every day, and even his bean-sprout-like frame had become a slightly thicker bean sprout.
His friend Ned was different; he had successfully evolved from a little chubby kid to a little chubby kid who had gained twenty pounds.
His weight was like a rocket soaring, and the flesh on his belly trembled when he walked.
Peter looked at Ned worriedly. "If this continues, do you think you'll turn into a ball?"
Ned pinched his belly, feeling equally melancholic. "I want to lose weight too, but the conditions don't allow it."
"How about we build LEGOs then?"
"That way, we won't be called out to eat," Peter suggested.
John's enthusiastic feeding had put a huge burden on the children.
Although they were very happy, their bodies were sturdier for it.
Ned now ate lavishly outside every day, and when he returned home, his grandma nearly pulled up a handful of grass from the lawn for his dinner.
Even Peter couldn't bear the trouble, and May told him with a death glare not to eat so much outside food.
After school that day, they were sneaking around, carefully checking if John was there.
After discovering John wasn't there, they couldn't express how delighted they were.
"Finally, we can go home and have a normal dinner," Ned cheered, as if there was usually no food at home, causing the surrounding classmates to cast sympathetic glances at him.
Peter was also very happy, chatting non-stop with Ned all the way.
He didn't even notice that he was being followed.
As the saying goes, a godfather's love is like a mountain... collapsing.
Peter returned home and was eating the cheese pasta they had been eating for three weeks with May.
Someone kicked open the door, rushed inside, tied the two of them up, and took them away.
May tried to shout for help, but her mouth was covered with a towel, and she fainted.
Peter was like a little lion, struggling and punching one of the guys holding him down.
The man grimaced. "Quite strong."
Then, like May, Peter fainted.
The two of them were bundled up and taken into a car.
Inside the car, the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked indifferently at the two who had been tied up and brought in. He picked up his phone to notify Fisk.
"They have been captured," he reported.
"Bring them to Hell's Kitchen," came the reply.
Wesley was Fisk's capable assistant; he was before, and he is now.
Hearing Fisk's order, Wesley nodded.
The car drove towards Hell's Kitchen; he knew where to go.
That was an unfinished building.
This was supposed to be part of United Construction's territory, but because of Fisk's affairs, it became an unfinished project.
Fisk wanted to rise again in the place where he failed. He was already standing on the open-sided building, his gaze fixed on the entirety of Hell's Kitchen.
"Hell's Kitchen, your king has returned," he murmured.
Killing them directly would cause John Wick immense pain, but Fisk didn't just want him to suffer.
He wanted him to lose everything.
He had already helped the FBI enough. While the Mandarin was influencing the public, he had his lawyer file an appeal in court.
The court had approved his appeal, and even the head of the FBI was his person.
The Russian who reported him had died in prison.
The people who could prove Fisk's crimes had disappeared.
He wanted to stand at the peak of this place again.
After tomorrow, he would once again become the leader of Hell's Kitchen.
Those reporters who slandered him, those who reported him—they should all prepare to face the revenge from the master of Hell's Kitchen.
After Wesley arrived, he saw Fisk standing there.
"Do you remember this place?" Fisk stood on the unprotected edge and said without turning his head, "We used to be below this building."
"At that time, I wanted to make this place belong to me." The ambition in his eyes was like a flame in the dark night, so rampant.
Wesley said, "They are hidden underground, with enough oxygen prepared there."
"Very good," Fisk smiled, "It's time for him to make a choice, isn't it?"
Last time at the Continental Hotel, the two of them were forced to choose.
This time, he wanted John Wick to make a choice.
"Will he stop me and witness death happen or search everywhere to find them?" Fisk mused.
Fisk didn't kill the two people important to John today precisely to restrain John so that he couldn't stop him from regaining his freedom tomorrow.
Freedom was just a stepping stone; Fisk had received assurances from Desmond and the person behind him.
As long as John Wick died, he would receive support.
Fisk knew the power of those people.
They could even have people control everything from outside of prison; even Killian made weapons for those people.
He had already found the Extremis Virus and had his people inject it; a few failed, which was harmless.
Those who succeeded became Fisk's solid force against John.
The Parker family had disappeared.
John was not surprised.
Dax spoke with John. "Fisk bribed the judge, and he will be acquitted tomorrow."
"He really has connections everywhere then," John clicked his tongue twice. "How are you?"
"Ray trusts me a lot," Dax said subconsciously. "Through the list investigation, I found that those FBI agents all received bribes from Fisk."
"I'm talking about you," John said helplessly. "You haven't been out and about recently."
Dax hadn't turned into Night Ghost recently, and to outsiders, it was because no criminals had been released from prison.
In reality, it was because Dax was tied up with the FBI's affairs.
Dax had been hunting down Extremis Soldiers and sweeping away crime in New York during this period.
If he could spare some time in the evening, he might also be called back to work overtime by a phone call from Ray.
As an FBI agent, his vacation was not that fixed.
Hearing this, Dax thought for a moment. "It's okay, I haven't felt a strong urge to kill recently."
Speaking of which, it was strange; Dax's desire for killing was not as strong now as it was before.
Perhaps it was because he could also vent his violence while dealing with criminals.
"That's good," John chuckled. "Some guys can't wait to show their tails."
"Let your friend take that credit," he suggested.
"Ray?" Dax mused, "I'm afraid he..."
"He trusts you," John said, "We should always let his efforts receive some reward."
John wasn't familiar with Ray, but because of Dax, he didn't mind letting someone else get promoted.
Dax was afraid of his identity being discovered, but as long as enough benefits could be given, Ray wouldn't be able to act on the day his identity was exposed.
Dax wouldn't question John's words; he nodded, feeling a sense of relief inside.
Perhaps he himself didn't want to be enemies with Ray.
"Alright, it's time to go look for May and Peter," John announced.
He took out a transparent bottle, and a drop of blood inside was stubbornly crawling in one direction.
"Perhaps technology can block it, but magic won't."
John had Ferdinand pick him up.
Since Ferdinand was beaten and hospitalized last time, he has started training hard.
Meeting again, Ferdinand's arms had grown considerably.
He now liked to roll up his short sleeves, revealing his bulging muscles, which looked quite intimidating.
"Boss, where are we going?" Ferdinand grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
His hospitalization expenses were fully covered, and he even received three months' salary and bonus, which made him want to be beaten a few more times.
John hung the bottle on the rearview mirror and told Ferdinand to just follow it.
Ferdinand didn't understand why, but fortunately, he knew his Boss was a wizard who could use magic.
Following the blood's guidance, they came all the way to the unfinished building.
The two got out of the car and walked over. Looking at the flat ground, Ferdinand asked doubtfully, "It stops here."
John looked down. "Maybe it just arrived."
He raised his wand.
"Deprimo."
Not long after being buried by Wesley, like a bunker buster, the ground layers sank, collapsing into a large pit.
In the large pit, a metal box was buried inside.
John waved his wand again: "Diffindo."
The box tore open, revealing the oxygen tanks inside and the two people who were still unconscious.
He used a Levitation Charm to get the two of them out.
The roar of a speeding motorcycle sounded, followed by the screech of brakes.
The green motorcycle stopped inside. Hattie's long legs in leather boots touched the ground, and she took off her helmet and shook her hair.
"Everything has been filmed," she announced.
She held up her phone, which was playing the entire process of Fisk's men breaking in and kidnapping them.
Hattie had placed a listening device in the car and recorded all the conversations.
John asked casually, "I remember there's a big screen near the courthouse."
Hattie instantly understood what he meant.
John smiled. "Let's give him a gift tomorrow."
"Consider it a congratulatory gift for being released from prison again.".
(End of Chapter)
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