Chapter 201: The Ruthless Sanjid
Seeing what unfolded before him, Kingpin's heart trembled.
At some point—without anyone noticing—Sanjid had already appeared before Madam Gao.
Standing over 1.8 meters tall, his cold, steely gaze looked down at the frail old woman. One hand gripped her neck like an iron vice, lifting her several centimeters off the ground with ease.
In that critical moment, Madam Gao acted with venomous precision. From within her cane, she drew a hidden blade and stabbed at Sanjid's eye like a striking serpent. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the blade was just inches from his pupil.
It was fast. Lethal. The kind of attack only a master fighter could pull off.
But to Sanjid, it was nothing.
His other hand calmly caught the blade mid-air. It didn't pierce his skin—not even a scratch.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he hurled Madam Gao like a ragdoll.
She shot through the air like a cannonball and smashed into a nearby wall. The impact was thunderous—dust exploded outward, cracks spiderwebbed through the concrete, and gravel scattered in every direction.
CRACK!
A pit formed in the wall, and Madam Gao was embedded in it.
Blood spurted from her mouth. The violent collision had ravaged her internal organs.
But it wasn't over.
Her own cane-sword, flung with pinpoint accuracy, pierced her abdomen midair—nailing her to the wall like a crucified relic.
> "AARGHHH—DAMN IT!"
Madam Gao screamed in agony, clutching the blade with both hands.
Everything had happened in less than three seconds. Most bystanders hadn't even reacted yet.
But the sound of Madam Gao's shriek snapped her subordinates into action.
> "SINAI!"
One of them roared and drew his blade, charging at Sanjid with wild, desperate rage.
Sanjid didn't even flinch.
WHAM!
He raised a foot and kicked the man straight across the plaza. Blood sprayed midair. The man flew more than 50 meters before crashing onto the street—lifeless.
A chilling silence fell.
Everyone—including Kingpin—stared at Sanjid's back, their faces pale.
Fear.
Pure, primal fear.
Even Kingpin's superhuman team—the ones who prided themselves on their strength—trembled. Their legs buckled. All the arrogance drained from their faces.
Kingpin fought to suppress his own terror.
He was the emperor of the underworld, a man who feared no one. Even if all of Hell's Kitchen's heroes came for him, he wouldn't flinch.
But this boy was different.
So young—yet radiating such deadly power and cold intent.
Sanjid reminded him of someone.
A being beyond mortal reach. A god.
A goddess of judgment.
> Hell... why did Madam Gao provoke someone like this?
Kingpin cursed inwardly. The whole plan—to unify Hell's Kitchen's black market through an alliance with The Hand—was falling apart.
If he could turn back time, he'd never have joined forces with that old hag.
His eyes narrowed. Quietly, he gave a signal to Bullseye near a car. Bullseye nodded, jaw clenched, and pressed a hidden button on his belt.
But Sanjid didn't even look back.
> "You're irrelevant. Leave."
His voice was calm, almost casual—but it chilled the soul.
Kingpin felt as though a boulder had been lifted from his chest.
He didn't hesitate.
> He ran. Without a single word. Without a shred of pride.
Dozens of vehicles peeled out of the area. There was no trace of defiance—only panic.
Inside the Bentley, Kingpin slumped back in his seat, staring out the window as buildings blurred past.
His face was dark. Grim.
Anyone who'd stared death in the eye couldn't stay calm.
> "Damn it…" he muttered. "When the hell did monsters like that start showing up? Good thing he's not interested in me."
But deep down, he knew—he couldn't do a damn thing if Sanjid wanted him dead.
Just standing near that boy made his body scream with instinctive terror. His strength, his speed… no weapon they had could stop him. Not even the powered mutants in his crew would dare face him.
As for Madam Gao?
She was dead.
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Sanjid's eyes were cold.
He had seen what The Hand had done in the building—the inhuman experiments, the tortured innocents, the stolen lives of underage girls.
There was no mercy left in him.
> "The Hand must be wiped out."
He let Kingpin go—not out of kindness, but strategy. As a stabilizing figure in Hell's Kitchen's underworld, Kingpin's death would cause chaos—a distraction he couldn't afford right now.
Sanjid had studied the structures of New York's criminal empires, global syndicates, and other powerful forces.
Though he now stood among monsters, he hadn't yet fully crushed them all.
But he was close.
He was becoming a king.
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Slowly, Sanjid approached Madam Gao, who was still struggling to pull the sword from her gut.
> "Slaughtering innocents… destroying those girls' lives… you should be in Hell."
He paused.
> "It's a shame I can't rip open a gate to Hell myself—like Wang could."
His gaze was ice.
This kind-looking old woman—was a venomous snake.
He didn't ask questions. He didn't care for secrets.
She was part of The Hand. That was enough.
He raised a finger—his index finger.
A soft blue glow bloomed at the tip, bright as a star.
> "No—no!!"
Madam Gao's scream tore through the air, full of panic and despair.
FLASH!
A bolt of azure light pierced her forehead.
Her body fell silent at last.