The Wizard of the World

In the violent neighborhoods of New York City, delinquents in baggy clothes and smoky-eyed girls in shorts and midriff-revealing clothes walk the streets.

The neon sign at the door of the bar was flashing, and occasionally the screams of someone being beaten could be heard in the alley.

Chaos, indulgence, loss of order.That's the only word for the Bell neighborhood.

A tall black man with dreadlocks and sunglasses chewing gum is walking in the middle of the street. Behind him is an Asian teenager. If you just look at his face, you can't tell him apart. Which Asian country do you belong to?

"Taro, are you sure you want to start from here?" the black man asked doubtfully.

The boy named Taro nodded and said, "My father smuggled himself to the United States from Japan and became a small leader of the Industrial Gang in New York. Unfortunately, the Golden Skull Gang developed too rapidly, which led to the disbandment of the Industrial Gang. , my father was in trouble everywhere and couldn't find a job, so he had to return to Japan."

"But didn't you say that Mr. Sato Mikawa was targeted by the Japanese Hand a long time ago? How dare he go back?" the black man asked strangely.

"That's because when my father was in America, he obtained a mysterious weapon that could rival the Hand." Taro Sato looked down at the ring on his right ring finger.

I saw a golden gemstone engraved on the front of this ring, which looked very eye-catching.

"Weapon?" The black man scratched his chin, "So your family relied on this weapon to become the Sato Consortium?"

"In the final analysis, the Hand is just an organization. As long as it can build a scale as powerful as theirs, there is no need to take them seriously. After my father returned to Japan, he opened the Sakura Kendo Hall without anyone noticing him. Recruit a large number of orphans as disciples, and when they grow up, send the female disciples to Osaka to serve as mistresses for local officials, and train the male disciples to become the most loyal guards. This is how the Sato Foundation came into being."

"Your father's experience is legendary enough, so what should we do now? This time it's just you and me coming to New York."

"The most important thing at the moment is of course recruiting people, and then slowly finding ways to replace the Golden Skull Gang's position in New York City." Taro Sato said.

"I heard that the current leader of the Golden Skull Gang is not a simple man. Can we succeed?"

Taro Sato smiled lightly and said, "Then let time tell you."

The Bell Block is jointly run by three gangs: Skeleton Hand, One-Eyed Turtle Dove, and Sharp Knife. This is because the oil and water in the Bell Block is too little, and the Golden Skull Gang doesn't bother to get involved, so they take advantage of these three small gangs.

Taro Sato took black Mark into a bar called the Viper. According to the information they had on hand, this bar was the lair of the One-Eyed Turtle Dove, and their leader One-Eyed Kroger could be found here.

Taro Sato pushed open the door of the bar, and suddenly a deafening wave of sound came from two huge speakers. A large number of women in thin clothes were twisting their hot bodies on the dance floor.

The DJ waved his hands passionately on the top of the dance floor, trying to ignite the atmosphere of the venue.

"Baga." Taro Sato cursed secretly. He hated this kind of smoky place the most in his life. The noise was enough to make his eardrums close to exploding.

On the other hand, Mark, who is now behind Taro Sato, quickly integrated into the atmosphere here. He swayed his body and smiled.

The body collided with those dancing women.

Taro Sato reached out and grabbed the wrist of a waiter, shouted into the other person's ear: "Where is Kroger? I want to make a deal with him."

When the waiter heard the name Taro Sato said, his eyes immediately changed. It was obvious that he knew where Kroger was.

"Sorry sir, I don't know the gentleman you are talking about. Do you need any other services?"

Facing this man's response, Taro Sato had an inexplicable smile on his face. The next moment, he suddenly pulled out a handful of ribs from his waist and inserted it two inches below the waiter's ribs.

"I hope you can answer honestly, otherwise I won't insert the knife here." Taro Sato smiled in the other person's ear: "Where is Kroger?"

"Here, in the No. 1 box deep in the corridor at the end of the bar, he is discussing business with others." The waiter said quickly, feeling the pain of being penetrated by his ribs.

"Wouldn't it be better if it was like this?" Taro Sato pulled out the ribs, wiped all the blood on the waiter's clothes, and immediately walked towards the depths of the bar. When Mark saw this behind the scenes, he immediately followed. There were many people in the area, and the United States was a country where gun ownership was legal. He couldn't let anything happen to Taro Sato.

After passing through a bunch of booths, the corridor the waiter mentioned finally appeared in front of Taro Sato. Two black men in floral shirts were seen guarding the door of the corridor, looking very fierce.

"Taro, after all, this is the home of the One-eyed Turtle Dove. If we make trouble here, we will definitely not be their opponents. Why don't we just treat it as an inspection today." Mark caught up and held Taro Sato's shoulders and said.

"Inspection? That's such a waste of time." Taro Sato pushed away Mark's palm and strode into the corridor. The two black men in charge of guarding immediately stopped him.

"Stop! No one can enter here today."

"You spoke too late, I just wanted to go in." Taro Sato said in Japanese, while smiling, he pulled out a fruit knife from his pocket and stabbed the black guard on the left.

His knife was very fast. Before the other party could even react, Taro Sato had already stabbed the fruit knife into the black man's chest, right at the heart.

"It's over, it's over, now we're in trouble." Mark sighed, stroking his forehead, and then rushed towards another black guard.

"Shit!" Seeing that his companion was stabbed to death like this, the black guard was furious. He reached behind his waist and was about to pull out the gun hidden in his clothes.

Unfortunately, Mark was faster than him. When the man just pulled out the gun, Mark punched the man in the middle of the throat. The position of the throat bone instantly changed shape. It was obvious that there was nothing he could do. Survive again.

"Good job." Taro Sato nodded in recognition, picked up the pistol from the black guard's body and walked deeper into the corridor.

...

Under the absolute dominance of the Golden Skull Gang, there are almost very few gangs left in the United States. Those who can survive are all small gangs with dozens of people. Those with a little bit of strength have been beaten by the gangs as early as 20 years after World War II. The Golden Skull Gang led by Iverson was eradicated.

Now, Iverson has abdicated due to old age, and the new leader who succeeded him is Fisk's child, Wilson Fisk.

Many people also call him Jin Bin.