In Hell's Kitchen, Zebediah Killgrave had been cornered.
Trapped inside a standalone apartnt building.
The apartnt had not originally belonged to him, but to a married couple.
Killgrave enjoyed tornting people. He loved manipulating them.
Over the past few days, he had deliberately controlled the husband, forcing the man to watch helplessly as his wife suffered while being unable to do anything to stop it.
Killgrave loved that feeling.
It made him feel like a god, soone who could casually decide the fate and life of others at will.
That intoxicating sense of control had beco sothing he could no longer resist.
Zebediah Killgrave had originally been a spy for the forr Yugoslavia, but during a mission to steal an experintal nerve gas from the US military, he had been exposed to the chemical.
Against all odds, he survived. Furthermore, he unexpectedly acquired the ability to release chemical pheromones through his skin to control the actions of others, alongside a rapid physical self-healing factor.
Because of this ability, he quickly gained notoriety in the criminal world, where people began calling him the Purple Man.
He liked the na.
Originally, he had taken an interest in a woman nad Jessica Jones.
A few days earlier, he had suddenly noticed that soone was tracking him. They were very young girls, and one of them happened to be Jessica herself.
She even seed to possess strength beyond that of ordinary people.
Naturally, his interest was imdiately piqued, and he captured her. He had intended to keep her for himself, but unexpectedly ran into a man nad Deacon along the way, who had also taken a liking to Jessica.
Killgrave hated people taking what he considered his prey, so he had attempted to control Deacon.
To his shock, the man seed completely immune to his ability.
Not only that, Deacon possessed ghost-like speed and terrifying strength that left Killgrave unable to resist at all. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and give Jessica up unwillingly.
Fortunately, Deacon had been fairly generous. He gave Killgrave a large sum of money as compensation and even ntioned that if Killgrave encountered others like Jessica in the future, they could continue doing business together.
Killgrave had been in an awful mood afterward.
After returning to the apartnt, he vented his frustration by brutally tornting the hoowner's wife throughout the entire night.
But when he woke up the next morning, he was shocked to discover that he had been surrounded.
More importantly—
his powers no longer worked.
Because every single one of those people was wearing airtight protective suits.
Well, all except one.
And Killgrave recognized him imdiately.
Kingpin.
The ruler of Hell's Kitchen's underworld stood there with his massive, muscular fra stretched tightly beneath an expensive white suit, a cane resting in his hand.
Under the watchful eyes of the heavily ard n in protective gear, Kingpin entered the apartnt living room and stopped in front of him.
"I don't believe I've ever provoked you, Kingpin," Killgrave said while secretly trying to activate his ability.
What alard him was that Kingpin remained completely unaffected.
The sheer size of the man and the pressure in his gaze alone were overwhelming.
"Interesting ability," Kingpin said coldly. "I've known about you for a long ti, Purple Man."
"Give up your little tricks. They won't work on ."
With Kingpin's influence and resources, he had long known of Purple Man's existence and understood the nature of his abilities clearly, including their weaknesses.
The reason he had never cared much about Killgrave before was because the ability itself posed no threat to him.
A strong enough will and unshakable conviction could resist Zebediah's control.
And Kingpin happened to be one of those people.
"What do you want?" Killgrave asked through clenched teeth, his heart gradually sinking.
Kingpin turned slightly and glanced toward a half-open door in the distance.
Through the narrow gap, he could see a weak and furious man staring out helplessly from inside. Although he could not see the entire scene clearly, the foul stench in the air, combined with the rumors surrounding Purple Man, was more than enough for him to guess what had happened.
Kingpin was a cri lord.
He had personally committed almost every kind of evil act.
Yet even he felt disgust toward soone as twisted as the Purple Man.
His voice turned ice-cold.
"You provoked people you never should have touched."
"And because of you, I've also seen a world I never knew existed."
"I don't know whether I should thank you or hate you for that."
"People I shouldn't have provoked? Who are they?" Purple Man asked, his heart sinking even further.
His mind raced as he tried to rember.
But the problem was that he had committed too many horrible acts over the years—so many that he genuinely could not figure out which one had led him to offend soone powerful enough to make even Kingpin work for them.
"You'll see for yourself soon enough."
Kingpin turned around and walked away.
Imdiately afterward, Bullseye and several ard n in protective suits approached.
With multiple guns aid directly at his head, Purple Man did not dare move even slightly.
They stripped off his upper clothing until only his shorts remained, confiscated the weapons hidden on him, and then forced him into the sa kind of sealed protective suit they were wearing.
His hands were tied tightly behind his back, while heavy chains were locked around his ankles.
They were leaving him absolutely no opportunity whatsoever.
For the first ti in a long while, Purple Man truly felt despair.
He was dragged into a vehicle and taken away by Kingpin's group.
Only after they had traveled far away, several hours later, did an earth-shaking scream of despair erupt from the apartnt behind them.
Naturally, Purple Man knew nothing about that.
By then, he had already been brought to a private dock sowhere in New York.
The mont he stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes widened in shock.
At last, he understood who Kingpin ant by "soone he should never have provoked."
Jessica Jones.
The sa woman he had once intended to control for himself before Deacon had taken her away.
"Tsk tsk. So you're that sick bastard." Neagley, who had been waiting for quite so ti, walked over and lightly tapped on the glass faceplate of Purple Man's protective suit.
Then her voice turned ice-cold.
"You should start looking forward to what cos next."
"Look forward to dying sooner."
"Though honestly, that probably won't happen."
After saying that, she casually waved a hand.
Several well-trained elite soldiers imdiately stepped forward and dragged Purple Man toward a cargo ship docked nearby.
Watching his departing figure, both Skye and Jessica felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
They knew Neagley was not joking.
There was no way soone like him would be allowed a peaceful death.
A twisted monster like Purple Man deserved to suffer horribly. Otherwise, how could it possibly make up for the innocent people he had hard?
"Thank you very much for your assistance, Mr. Wilson," Natasha said to Kingpin nearby.
No matter what thods had been used, and regardless of whether Kingpin had been willing or not, he had completed the task they gave him—and he had done it well.
"The honor is mine, ladies."
Kingpin appeared exceptionally courteous, without even the slightest trace of reluctance.
His sincere deanor made it very easy for others to develop a favorable impression of him.
In truth, before revealing his brutality and viciousness, his appearance was highly deceptive.
The reason he could maintain the public image of a charitable tycoon, appearing on television and in newspapers from ti to ti, was precisely because he looked respectable enough to fool people.
After all, if he looked terrifying at first glance, ordinary people would only feel fear and disgust rather than caring whether he donated to charity or not.
"I like your efficiency," Neagley said as she walked over and casually slapped Kingpin's thick arm with a grin. "From now on, we're friends. Stay in touch when you have ti."
"Haha, of course." Kingpin imdiately followed up on the opportunity. "Since we're friends now, how about I invite all of you to dinner?"
He clearly wanted to deepen the relationship and learn more about them.
"Bad timing, friend." Neagley shrugged helplessly. "Our mission is over, and we need to leave imdiately. We'll save dinner for next ti."
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