Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Hell's Kitchen, usually refers to the area from 34th Street to 59th Street. Starting west of Eighth Avenue and north of 43rd Street.

To the east, the neighborhood overlaps the Times Square Theater District, east of Eighth Avenue.

On the southeastern border, it also overlaps with the Garment District on Eighth Avenue.

The area includes two iconic buildings - the New Yorker Hotel and the Manhattan Center Building.

The northern edge is adjacent to the southern edge of the Upper West Side, roughly from 57th to 59th Streets, and the transition area includes the Time Warner Center in Columbus Circle, the Hudson Hotel, and the John Lennon Memorial Site.

The southern boundary is in Chelsea, with the traditional dividing line being 34th Street. North of Madison Square Garden and Penn Station, the transition area includes the Javits Convention Center in New York.

From these well-known iconic locations, we know that Hell's Kitchen is included in Manhattan, the "economic center of the world", and is not a place of poverty as everyone thinks.

On the contrary, the level of wealth distribution among the residents of Hell's Kitchen is far above the average level.

Adjectives such as darkness, chaos, depravity, and heinous sin refer more to the spiritual core of this area.

At this time.

The yellow taxi drove through the street and stopped at the entrance of an alley.

David and the three got off the car after paying.

The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and quickly moved away from the place without stopping.

Taxi driving is the most well-informed profession in New York.

They know better than anyone else which places to go and which places it is best not to go.

Obviously, the area where the three Davids were at this time was a place that taxi drivers thought it best not to set foot on.

This is one of the gathering places for local gangs in New York.

The most famous underground boxing gym in New York is also the so-called black boxing venue.

In the future, Spider-Man may end up doing some black boxing, maybe right here.

This boxing gym does not have a fixed name, because as long as the underground boxing gym is mentioned, everyone will subconsciously think of this place.

Today, what David and others are looking for, Roscoe Sweeney, nicknamed the Repairman, is the person in charge of the boxing gym.

"Let's go."

David took out a pistol from his arms, and Wesley beside him was also fully prepared.

The two men moved forward menacingly.

Matt followed behind him, following suit every step of the way, mapping the actions of the two in his mind. At the same time, he caught the movement inside the boxing gym, but remained silent, as if he was calculating something.

"There are twenty-one people inside."

Suddenly, he spoke in a low voice and warned: "Be careful."

"Did you hear it?"

Wesley was surprised. He changed his mind about Matt and praised: "There are several people in there who can hear it directly. It's amazing."

"Is Sweeney in there?" David asked.

"he is."

Matt spoke slowly, with a firm and sure tone: "I have heard his voice."

…

At this time, the inside of the boxing gym was in a mess.

The sudden fight last night caught them off guard. Fortunately, the consequences were controllable. Although the boxing gym suffered almost all-round damage, most of the personnel were safe, and the most serious ones were only hospitalized for half a year.

The important thing is that the man was not injured.

This is the most important.

However, despite the controllable consequences, Sweeney still looked ugly.

He was sitting in an office that was in a mess and had not been cleaned up in time. He was holding a cigar in his mouth. He was very dignified and his eyes were slightly solemn. He stared at the younger brother in front of him, took a deep breath and cursed loudly.

"Asshole, useless thing. I gave you one night, but how did you tell me? The other party ran away without leaving any clues. How could you have the nerve to say such things?"

Sweeney was furious and his voice was hoarse: "Do you think I look easy to talk to? Or do you think Mr. Kingpin will let us go and not pursue our faults?"

"Mr. Sweeney, we searched all over Hell's Kitchen and every hospital in New York, but we couldn't find him at all... He, he just disappeared. He just disappeared."

The younger brother was trembling with fear, afraid of looking into Sweeney's eyes. He was swallowing saliva frantically while brainstorming, racking his brains to figure out how to communicate.

"It stands to reason that with his injuries, it is impossible for him to run away... I suspect that the man is already dead."

After a pause, the younger brother added: "Or maybe he went to a black clinic that we don't know about."

"Black clinic?"

Sweeney sneered: "I don't believe any black clinic dares to disobey Mr. Kingpin's order in New York and treat enemies who dare to assassinate him. Listen, no matter what, at all costs, see the living and the dead.

Find him for me!"

"Only by finding him can we get back Mr. Kingpin's trust in us...otherwise, you know what will happen."

At the end of Sweeney's words, there was a hint of fear in his tone.

He couldn't believe what kind of future he and the boxing gym would have if he lost Jin Bin's trust.

"clear."

The younger brother nodded repeatedly, also understanding this truth.

Today, when Kingpin dominates New York, no one in the underground world dares to ignore this name.

The appearance of this name is often accompanied by the bloody turmoil in New York's underground world.

If New York during the day is a financial city and an international city, then New York at night is a true city of sin.

This city belongs to only one person, and has only one name that shines supremely high.

That is Kingpin.

…

"Kingpin?"

Matt frowned slightly, hearing the conversation between Sweeney and his younger brother, and muttered something, seeming to think of something.

He didn't notice that David in front of him was not only observing his surroundings, but also always paying attention to his movements.

Suddenly he heard the name "Kingpin" from Matt's mouth. Although the guy lowered his voice and his words were a little slurred, David recognized it immediately.

When he thought about it, he realized that Matt had heard it from some people's conversations inside the boxing gym.

At this time, the three people arrived at the door.

boom!!

Wesley kicked hard and kicked open the door of the boxing gym.

David, Wesley, and Matt were instantly exposed to everyone's sight inside the boxing gym.

Swish swish swish!!

A dozen strong men with big shoulders and round waists were packing up the boxing gym. They moved when they heard the sound, and their eyes were like knives. David and the other three were almost stabbed like hedgehogs.

"who?"

"What kind of young boy dares to kick down the door of our boxing gym and doesn't want to live anymore?"

"Boy, do you know where this place is?"

"Stop talking nonsense and arrest him first."

The members of the boxing gym looked at each other, looked at each other, and put down what they were holding in unison. Some were using their bare hands, and some were picking up a baseball bat from the wall...

Everyone gathered, and the three Davids walked towards the door together, feeling a sense of oppression coming over them like a tide.

They thought that the three Davids would leave immediately and made plans to chase them.

Unexpectedly, the leader, Wesley, took out a pistol from his arms.

call out!!

The M1911 with a silencer on the muzzle made a slight sound, and the bullet came out instantly, piercing the thigh of the person closest to him.

"Ahhhhh——"

The man immediately knelt down on the ground, pinched his thighs and howled miserably.

"Shut up."

The next moment, a slender gun barrel was stuffed into his mouth.

The screams suddenly stopped, and a large amount of cold sweat slid down his face. The man's whole body could not stop trembling, and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had smelled the breath of death.

"No one moves, otherwise the next bullet will hit your head."

David looked straight ahead, scanning the people in front of him.