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Facing Wilson's Rage, James Wesley immediately issued a blockade order.

The next moment, heavily armed security personnel surrounded the front and rear doors of the Union Building, and in the banquet hall at the top, the presence of a large number of gunmen made the atmosphere here extremely tense and dangerous.

"Wilson, you cannot restrict our personal freedom."

A voice suddenly sounded in the crowd attracted Wilson who was in ~Rage state at the moment.

He gently put down Vanessa in his arms.

Then he stepped up to the person who spoke.

Standing in front of that person, his body which was close to three meters was like a high wall, which made people breathless.

"You want to go?"

Wilson said slowly.

His expression had lost the excitement and rage at the beginning, but it was replaced by a look that made people more frightened and frightened.

That is an indifference that completely ignores life, and even more so, an arrogance that despises everything.

"I...I just want to say that your...behavior is wrong..."

When the person who spoke was facing Wilson, he could no longer speak freely as before.

He stuttered, and there was incomparable fear and regret in his eyes.

At the moment he finally remembered another name for Wilson!

— Jin Bin!

"Misbehaving...well, I appreciate your courage" worker

As Jin Bing spoke softly, he stretched out his hand to the person who spoke.

The man wanted to retreat, but Jin Bing's wide and thick palm was like an unavoidable cage.

He was caught by Kim.

Jin pinched the opponent's throat and raised it slowly.

The man's expression became painful and hideous.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't utter a word.

The suffocation and pain turned his face purple like an eggplant.

Gradually, his torso was shaking unconsciously due to lack of oxygen.

Although the celebrities watching this scene showed fear on their faces, none of them dared to speak at the moment.

Just when the man was about to die, Jin Bin suddenly let go of his hand.

He said calmly:

"I won't kill you, because this is the scene of the birthday party prepared for Vanessa, but you'd better pray that nothing happens to Vanessa from now on, otherwise I can't guarantee that your final body will be intact.

After Wilson finished speaking, he returned to Vanessa's side.

The man who survived the catastrophe was panting on the ground in embarrassment, his eyes full of fear.

The people around him moved away from each other one after another.

They look at him like they're looking at a Deadman.

Wilson hugged the unconscious Vanessa and kept silent, his face was calm.

But the uncontrollable sadness in his eyes showed his mood...

Finally, the doctor came.

Wilson hastily made way for him, and after the on-site diagnosis by the doctors, they gave an answer that made Wilson almost unconscious——

Vanessa, is dead.

Wilson's huge body was almost unsteady, his bald head instantly became red, and the veins on it kept beating.

All this speaks of the sadness and Rage of At the moment, the overlord of the underground world.

He hugged Vanessa's body again, and the remaining temperature of the body made Wilson cry.

Wilson hadn't cried since he was four years old.

Because he always thought it was a sign of weakness.

but today,

The man finally showed his weak side again.

"No...no...Vanessa..."

Wilson wailed like a wounded Beast.

None of the celebrities watching this scene dared to go up to comfort each other.

And after almost half a minute.

Wilson stood up holding Vanessa.

His face is sad and full of despair, like someone who has lost everything.

He didn't care about the celebrities present, he walked straight to the exit of the banquet hall with Vanessa in his arms.

James Wesley stood in front of these celebrities at the scene in time.

With a polite smile on his fair face with glasses, he continued:

"All gentlemen, please understand Mr. Fisk's mood at the moment. We are doing our best to track down the murderer who caused all this. We will let everyone leave immediately after the results come out. But please rest assured that we will give you corresponding compensation of."

"It's okay, I understand and support it very much!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

Facing the words of the white-faced scholar in front of him, none of these celebrities expressed dissatisfaction.

Then Wesley withdrew and left, he wanted to be by Wilson's side at all times.

In order to accept the other party's order.

And At the moment, Wilson and Vanessa's bedroom.

Wilson looked at Vanessa who was lying peacefully in her clothes. He tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth could not be bent.

He looked at the sleeping woman, and he knew that the only person in the world who truly understood him would not be able to wake up.

This made him unacceptable, but so what?

Even though he has infinite wealth and power, is the distance between life and death that a mortal can jump over?

"Vanessa...it's my fault I shouldn't have held this banquet...that cake should have been eaten by me...why should I give you the first bite

"God!! If I'm wrong, please punish me alone!!! Don't just take away my love!!!"

In the bedroom of only two people, Wilson did not hide his tears.

And at this moment, he saw traces of red wine on the edge of his wife's white dress.

"Wesley, are you there?"

Wilson said towards the door.

Then the other party's voice sounded:

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"Yes, I am, Mr. Fisk."

"The waitress who knocked over the red wine before, kill it."

"Okay, Mr. Skirk."

"And the person who just spoke, feed the dog."

"Okay, Mr. Fisk.

Quietly, the fate of the two was decided lightly.

But whether it was Wilson or James Wesley, there was never any strange look on their faces

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Wilson was always with Vanessa in the room.

Finally, Wesley's words from outside the door made him stand up.

"Mr. Fisk, we have caught the poisoner."

Wilson walked out the door calmly.

"Take me to him."

A soundproof room in the Union Building.

When Wilson and Wesley came to this room, all the security personnel saluted them. Normally, Wilson might greet them, but now he is just silent.

In his pupils, emotions called anger and killing are boiling.

A bound man was pushed in front of him.

Under the light, the man's face was purple and blue, obviously he had been interrogated.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Wilson looked at the man calmly and said.

But what responded to him was a mouthful of saliva from the man.

This scene made the surrounding people almost make a move, but they all stood in place under Wilson's gesture.

"Looks like you're a tough guy, fine."

Wilson wiped the saliva on his body and said to everyone in the room:

"You all go out and let me have a private chat with this tough guy."

"Yes, Mr. Fisk."

Then Wesley left the room with his men.

No one knows exactly how Wilson and the man communicated.

When Wilson came out again after a while, he had obtained the information he wanted.

"Wesley, call everyone for me!"

"Okay, Mr. Fisk, who is our target?"

"All of New York."

Wilson said calmly and indifferently.

He strode away, and at this moment, a curious subordinate went to the room to take a look.

With just one glance, he spit it out.

For what was lying on the floor of that room was no longer a human figure.

It was a lump of meat paste and rotten meat.

There are fist marks one after another on it...

At the beginning, the timing was wrong. At that time, an old man accidentally subscribed. I am here to apologize to you. I am really sorry!

It's a pity that Feilu's background can't query subscribers, alas.

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