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

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

Therefore, he did not want to treat other people and said to Leon on the other end of the phone, "If you have anything, you can tell me." Instead, he said: "Please wait a moment, I will notify him immediately."

After saying that, he took the mobile phone, walked softly, came behind Wilson Fisk, and reminded softly: "Your Excellency"

Fisk didn't look back, as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to look at the oil painting intently.

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

The name "Lyon" seemed to possess a magical power, causing a faint ripple to appear on Fisk's calm face.

With a slight frown, Fisk's burly 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 distinguishable voice sounded again.

Hearing the other party's name, Fisk immediately understood that his gesture of kindness seemed to have a good effect.

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

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

Fisk took his mobile phone, came to the seat next to him, and sat down: "It's nothing, it's just a small gift."

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

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

"I need your help"

While talking, Leon briefly told Fisk about the situation of these homeless lost sheep in Hehui College, hoping that he would help settle these young people.

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

Faced with Lyon's somewhat inexplicable proposal, Fisk hesitated. He didn't know what Lyon's purpose was.

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

But, what good will it do to him?

If Shouhehui knew that he had kept these eyes and ears of Shouhehui Academy, it might cause Shouhehui to be dissatisfied.

It's not in his interest.

"I don't see what good it would do for me."

Leon has already anticipated Fisk's answer.

If Fisker was so easily persuaded, he wouldn't be as dominant as he is today.

Leon felt that the time had come to show his sincerity.

"If you take these people in, I owe you a favor."

Leon's words made Fisk fall into deep thought.

Within a few seconds, he immediately made his decision: promise him

Although this is just a non-binding verbal promise.

However, for Fisk, this is the first step towards turning an enemy into a friend with Leon, a person with super powers.

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

Anyway, there are only seventy or eighty people, and the daily expenses are nothing for Fisker.

There was silence for a moment, and just when Leon thought that the fat bald man was asleep, Fisk's deep voice sounded again:

"I'll let Wesley take care of that."

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

After taking care of the homeless young people, Leon returned to the square and saw the Asian girl brought over by a female police officer. He couldn't help but frown.

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 looked confused, had already arrived in front of him.

"Sir, people are here"

Superintendent Owen nodded, waved away the female police officer, and then said to Lyon on the side: "Agent Lyon, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go and report the situation here to the director first."

"okay, thank you."

After Superintendent Owen walked away, only Leon and Colleen Wen, who were staring at each other, were left.

Colleen Wing's father, Li Wing, is a professor of Asian history at Columbia University in New York and a Chinese immigrant to the United States.

And her mother is Japanese.

The characteristics of oriental ancestry are especially obvious in this young girl who is in her prime.

There is not much European and American flavor on the delicate face, and the pure temperament is more in line with Eastern aesthetics.

Coughing twice in embarrassment, Leon squatted slightly and showed the friendliest smile in history to Colleen Wen, "Hello, my name is Leon, and your name is Colleen Wen, right?"

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

Colleen Wen did not answer aloud, but nodded slightly.

this is a good sign

At least, this girl doesn’t think of herself as the weird uncle who buys goldfish.

Glancing at Colleen Wen, who was a little nervous, 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."

FBI, even Colleen Wing, who has lived in Hokkaido all year round, has heard of this famous organization.

She nodded again to show that she understood.

Although she hid it well, Leon still heard a hint of relief from the girl's relaxed breathing.

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

She doesn't have much in common with Colleen Wing.

However, she and Colleen Wen both 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 has ever mentioned me to you. I am his friend."

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

Speaking of her recently deceased father, Colleen Wing finally spoke out:

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

Faced with the girl's question, Leon replied without batting an eye: "I happened to be on a mission in another country, so I couldn't make it to the funeral."

"However, he entrusted me with something before, a very important thing."

Colleen Wen looked confused and asked: "What is it?"

"you"