lord of destiny

Chapter 712 My family is rich!
Hell's Kitchen.

North District.

Six pm.

On a certain block.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

Fang Mu took the short knife that originally belonged to the opponent and moved it back and forth on the boy's face, as if he was looking for an easier place to strike.

"K, Chris, Chris D'Amico."

Chris Damico said tremblingly.

He just wanted to come out and do something bad, to prove that he was capable of taking over his father's underworld business.

Now it seems...
It seems to be messed up.

He looked at Fang Mu, who was scratching his face with a knife with a smile on his face, and swallowed involuntarily.

Are people outside so cruel?

┭┮﹏┭┮

I want to go home!

and many more!

go home? !
Damico Group!
His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let me tell you, I am the Damico Group..."

Snapped!
The short knife slapped hard on his face.

"Don't! Don't kill me! At worst, I'll pay you! My family is rich!!"

Chris D'Amico closed his eyes and raised his hands very heartily.

"rich?"

There was a pause on Fang Mu's face.

Chris D'Amico opened his eyes quietly and saw Fang Mu's expression, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

"Really! My family is really rich! My father is Frank D'Amico, the owner of the D'Amico Group. He is really rich!"

He looked serious.

pit father?

Save your life first!
"very good!"

Fang Mu smiled.

"boarding!"

"boarding?"

"Didn't you say you were going to lose money? Let's go find your father!"

"Looking for my dad?"

Chris Damico couldn't help showing a smile that couldn't be concealed.

He doesn't know who my father is?

That's really... great!
He looked at Fang Mu's back with a sinister look in his eyes.

When the time comes, see how I deal with you!
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In Hell's Kitchen, it is generally difficult for serious large companies to survive.

Even if it is behind the Stark Group.

But there are some big companies that can thrive in Hell's Kitchen.

For example, Damico Group.

Tell a joke.

The Damico Group is in the timber business.

In the North District of Hell's Kitchen, almost anyone who has a little knowledge of the North District knows what the Damico Group does.

Timber business?

Ha ha!

Damico Group Building.

Beep!
"Boss, the man has been captured."

"Very well, where is the man?"

"Warehouse No. [-]."

"Well, wait for me, I'll go right away."

Frank D'Amico put on his suit and walked out of the office.

His assistant followed behind him.

He said as he walked.

"Do I have anything to do today? Forget it, return it all to me!"

"Boss, you promised to watch a movie with your son at night."

"What about the others?"

"Going out, should be back soon."

The assistant's eyes flickered slightly, he knew where Chris D'Amico had gone, but let him talk to his boss about this kind of thing.

Frank D'Amico paused.

"Tell him when he comes back, let him go to the cinema first, and I will go there later."

While speaking, he had already walked to the elevator and pressed the call button.

"I see."

The assistant sent Frank D'Amico off respectfully.

Turning around, he went back to a desk next to the boss's office, quietly waiting for Chris D'Amico to come back.

"Well, it should be about the same time, right?"

door of the building.

Frank D'Amico drove away.

And not long after he left, a car came here.

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Frank Lumber Warehouse No. [-].

"Frank, I swear, I didn't make it up! That bastard ran out of nowhere, beat me up, and then took the cocaine from my hand!"

A man wearing a big gold chain sat on a chair with his face covered in bruises, trying to defend himself.

The tail finger of his left hand is being clamped by a large plier, and it will be cut off with just a slight movement.

Frank D'Amico: ? ? ?
"Which guy you're talking about is Batman?"

"When did I say Batman?"

Man: (+_+)?
Did I just say that?
"You said it, Choi, you said that guy looks like Batman."

"It seems to say that the other party is wearing a mask."

"And the cloak."

Behind Frank D'Amico, several people added.

Finally, a unified answer was obtained.

"That's Batman!"

Cui: (⊙x⊙;)
(╬▔dish▔)convex

"I didn't say like Batman! I never mentioned Batman at all!!"

"Okay, let me tell you what the problem is, our undercover on the Russian side is different from what you told us!"

Frank D'Amico said.

"According to him, you sold my cocaine and swallowed the money!"

"That's fucking bullshit!"

Cui yelled angrily.

"Unbelievable! You believe that Russian bullshit, not me!"

"Okay, let's analyze it then."

Frank D'Amico pointed to Cui and said.

"Did you, a profit-minded villain, swallow my cocaine, or did Superman suddenly appear and snatch my stuff away?"

"It's Batman."

Someone reminded me next to me.

Cui:······
"I never fucking said Batman!"

"enough!"

Frank Damico said coldly.

"My son is still waiting for me to go to the movies with him, and I don't want to spoil his fun. You can figure it out, Joe."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Joe came out.

"Seriously, that's the worst excuse I've ever heard in my life, Choi."

Batman?
Gee!

This is the world of Marvel!

Cui wanted to say something more, but no one wanted to hear him anymore.

Click!

"what!"

The screams echoed throughout the warehouse.

As is Hell's Kitchen protocol, Choi's fingers were cut off.

Then, there was a gunshot.

The screams disappeared.

Cutting fingers is a rule, and killing mouths is also a rule.

Frank D'Amico's rules.

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Frank D'Amico had stepped out of the warehouse and returned to the car.

"Has my son been to the cinema?"

he asked.

the driver replied.

"I don't know, there is no news yet."

"Ok?"

Frank D'Amico froze for a moment.

Doesn't his son most want him to go to the movies with him?
Or watch some kind of superhero movie.

Although he dismissive of that.

Super hero?

There are no superheroes in this world!
But he still agreed to accompany him to see.

It was his son after all.

Frank D'Amico knew that his son had been looking forward to this movie for a long time.

How come there is no news yet?

Just when he was strange.

Beep!
A phone call came.

(End of this chapter)