I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Lyon's tone was neither salty nor light, making it difficult for James Wesley to guess Lyon's true intentions.

However, Leon's terrifying fighting power was still deeply engraved in his heart.

Therefore, instead of saying to Leon on the other end of the phone, "If you have something to tell me," he said, "Please wait a moment, and I will inform him immediately."

After he finished speaking, he took his mobile phone and walked gently behind Wilson Fisk, reminding him softly, "Your Excellency..."

Fisk didn't look back, as if he didn't hear it, and continued to stare at the oil painting.

No way, Wesley had to bite the bullet and said softly again: "Your Excellency, it's Mr. Lyon."

The name "Lyon" seems to have a magical power, causing Fisker's unwavering face to suddenly have faint ripples.

With a slight frown, Fisk's burly and huge body slowly turned around and took the phone from Wesley's hand: "It's me, Fisk."

"Long time no see, Mr. Wilson."

Leon's highly discerning voice sounded again.

Hearing the other party's name, Fisk immediately understood that his gesture of favor seemed to be working well...

At least, it could be heard from the other party's tone that he put himself in a relatively equal position.

"I haven't had time to thank you for the information you sent last time."

Fisk took the phone, went to the seat beside him, and sat down: "It's nothing, it's just a small gift..."

"However, I called this time, not just to thank you..."

Fisk raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh? I'm all ears."

"I need your help!"

While speaking, Leon briefly told Fisk about the situation of these homeless lost lambs in the Hand Hehui Academy, hoping that he would help settle these young people.

"...This should be just a small matter for you..."

Facing Leon's somewhat inexplicable proposal, Fisk hesitated. He didn't know what Leon's purpose was and what it was.

Settling some homeless people is not a problem for him, the underground king of New York.

Just, what's in it for him?

If Shouhehui were to know, he would have kept these eyes and ears of Shouhehui academy, which might arouse the dissatisfaction of Shouhehui.

This is not in his interest.

"I don't see how it would do me any good."

If there is no rabbit, no eagle, Fisk's answer, Leon had expected.

If Fisk was so easily persuaded, he wouldn't be where he is today.

Leon felt that it was time to show his sincerity.

"If you keep these people, I owe you a favor."

Leon's words caused Fisk to fall into contemplation...

In just a few seconds,

He immediately made his own decision: promise him!

Although this is only a non-binding verbal commitment.

However, for Fisk, this is the first step in turning an enemy into a friend with Leon, a superpower!

What's more, the price paid is just to raise some idlers.

Anyway, there are only seventy or eighty people, and the daily expenses are a drizzle for Fisk...

After a moment of silence, just when Leon thought that the fat bald man was asleep, Fisk's low voice sounded again:

"I'll let Wesley handle this."

"Thank you very much! Mr. Wilson, I think we should meet again soon. Then, let's have a drink..." Leon hung up the phone after leaving such a pointed remark.

After dealing with the homeless young people, Leon returned to the square and saw the Asian girl brought over by a policewoman, and he couldn't help frowning.

At this time, an imminent question suddenly appeared in his mind:

How to settle Colleen Wing?

However, before he could think of the answer to this question, Colleen Wen, who was at a loss, had already come to him.

"Sir, someone brought it here..."

Superintendent Owen nodded, waved the female police officer away, and then said to Leon, "Detective Leon, I won't disturb you, I will report the situation here to the chief first."

"okay, thank you."

After Superintendent Owen walked away, only Leon and Colleen Wing were left in the spot.

Colleen Wen's father, Lee Wen, a professor of Asian history at Columbia University in New York, was a Chinese immigrant to the United States.

And her mother is Japanese.

The characteristics of oriental blood are especially obvious in this young girl who is in bloom.

On the delicate face, there is not much European and American flavor, and the pure temperament is more in line with the aesthetics of Orientals.

After coughing a little awkwardly, Leon squatted slightly and gave Colleen Wen the friendliest smile in history, "Hello, my name is Leon, and your name is Colleen Wen, isn't it?"

Looking at Leon's eyes that were still shining in the darkness, Colleen Wen's swaying heart gradually calmed down for some reason.

Colleen Wen didn't answer aloud, just nodded slightly.

This is a good sign!

At least, this girl didn't think of herself as a strange uncle who bought goldfish...

Glancing at the nervous Colleen Wing, Leon took out his FBI ID from his pocket, handed it to her, and explained, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, I'm an FBI agent."

The FBI, even Colleen Wen, who lives in Hokkaido all the year round, has heard of this famous institution.

She nodded again, indicating that she understood.

Although she concealed it well, Leon still heard a trace of relief from the girl's slow breathing.

Looking at Colleen Wen who looked like a frightened sheep, Leon suddenly thought of the younger sister he once had in his mind.

She doesn't bear much resemblance to Colleen Wing.

However, she and Colleen Wen have one thing in common, that is, those big watery eyes!

Looking at those pitiful eyes, Leon suddenly said, "I don't know if your father ever mentioned me to you. I'm his friend."

"Before he died, he told me that his daughter was going to come and meet him..."

Referring to her father who had just passed away, Colleen Wen finally said:

"I was at the funeral and didn't see you..."

Faced with the girl's questioning, Leon didn't blink, and replied, "I happened to be on a mission in another country, so I didn't make it to the funeral."

"However, he had entrusted me with one thing before, a very important thing!"

Colleen Wen looked puzzled and asked, "What is it?"

"you!"

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