Marvel's Great Old Ones

In Manhattan, a charity auction is being held on the top floor of a luxurious hotel.

Under the hotel building, dozens of burly and tall security guards maintained order, checking the surrounding situation with a glaring look.

Not far away, several police cars were parked on the side of the road, and the police officers were carefully and responsibly checking for suspicious persons.

Luxury cars drove up one after another and parked in front of the hotel. The doorman who had been preparing for a long time quickly stepped forward and opened the door. Many celebrities and business celebrities got out of the car.

Countless celebrities dressed in luxurious clothes and jewels, holding red wine and chatting and laughing in front of the auction, and reached a consensus on each deal in the process of drinking and drinking.

"Okay, it's settled. I will definitely prepare for that project when I get back."

Smiling and clinking glasses with the lady opposite to celebrate, Hawks calmed down his excitement because he had just reached a deal.

He is the CEO of a listed fur company. Taking advantage of the charity gala, he happened to reach a million-dollar contract with the woman in front of him.

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom."

After all, he was already in his forties or fifties, and his health was not as good as before. Because he drank a lot of wine, he now felt the urge to urinate. He smiled apologetically at the elegant woman, put down his wine glass and walked towards the bathroom. go.

Entering the toilet, he poured water happily when suddenly there was a muffled groan from beside him.

Hawks curled his lips. It was probably some slutty guy who couldn't wait to hang out with his new female companion.

He wasn't surprised by this because he had done it before.

Opening the door, he went to the mirror in front and carefully checked his appearance.

At this time, a yellow man wearing a black suit and messy hair came out of the toilet.

Hawks ignored it, not thinking about those white supremacist idiots. He did not discriminate against other people of color, he only discriminated against people who could not bring benefits to him.

After checking the things on his body again, he didn't expect that the yellow man who was washing his hands suddenly spoke to him.

"What kind of business does this gentleman do?" the strange yellow man suddenly asked.

"Ah, what? Me?" Hawks didn't realize that the man was talking to him and hesitated for a moment.

"I am the president of Hawke Fur Company. What does this friend do?"

"Me, I work in religion, and I usually manage the development of religion."

"What?" Hawks was a little stunned. Can religion be treated as a serious business?

At this time, he looked at the yellow man more carefully, and found that the yellow man was quite handsome, and looked as weak as a student.

But he had no impression of this guy's identity. You know, the people who came here to participate in the auction were all high-society people. Even if he was not familiar with them, he had some impressions, but he had no impression of the yellow people in front of him. He had never seen them before.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a while. Fortunately, Hawkes had already washed his hands and got out of the toilet one step ahead of the yellow man.

In the auction hall, a tall white man in a white suit walked in from the door holding a cane.

The one-meter-two cane inlaid with huge gems also looked so small and exquisite in the man's hand, like a small wooden stick.

Even the loose suit was stretched tightly by the white man's terrifying muscles, as if it would explode in the next second, revealing the man's monster-like body.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson, it's such an honor for you to come to this charity auction."

"Mr. Wilson, it's an honor to see you here."

As soon as the few people talking at the door saw the white man walking in, they rushed forward to greet him.

"Gentlemen, I am not here to discuss business. I am here to offer some of my meager strength to those poor children."

Wilson has an approachable smile on his face, a gentle tone, and is neither impatient nor impatient. If you ignore his overly strong body, he seems to be an elegant scholar who has read poetry and books.

At this time, many people at the banquet had noticed the changes at the door. Seeing the tall white figure, the flow of people throughout the reception clearly began to gather here.

"Mr. Wilson is so caring. I would like to express my highest gratitude to Mr. Wilson on behalf of those poor children."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson is really a kind man who cares so much about the development of charity."

"It is a blessing for us New Yorkers to have people like Mr. Wilson in New York City!"

After hearing what Kingpin said, those people quickly flattered him.

Wilson is a mysterious rich man who came from nowhere a few years ago. He is enthusiastic about various charity events, but his identity is mysterious. So far, no one has been able to investigate his true identity.

But these people don't care about Wilson Fisk's true identity. They only know one thing: Wilson is rich, very rich, and that's enough.

Hawks was squeezed outside. There were too many people approaching, and he wanted to save some face. He was too embarrassed to squeeze in, so he could only watch from outside.

He suddenly discovered the strange yellow man he met in the toilet. The guy was eating a plate of buffet cakes on the table with relish. He looked up from time to time to look at the crowd in front of him.

Hawks thought for a while and decided that it would be best not to disturb that guy. He didn't know that random guy anyway.

"Wow, it's delicious." Li Xiu swallowed the last cake in one gulp, sucked his fingers gracelessly, stood up and looked at the tall figure.

"That's Wilson Fisk. He is indeed a monster-like human being. He actually managed to be 50-50 equal to Captain America by relying entirely on his own training."

He looked around the situation and decided to wait until the auction was over before trying to find a way to kill Wilson. After all, there were too many people here, and their identities were not simple. Jishi Hall could not withstand such pressure.

He waited for several days until the people from Jishitang investigated and found out that Wilson was going to appear in this charity auction. So he sneaked into the venue from the rooftop and changed clothes with a guest in the toilet.

What Hawks heard in the toilet was not the sound of men and women having fun, but Li Xiu knocking out the man who was about the same size as himself and grabbing the dress.

The reception lasted until ten o'clock, and then the auction officially began. As the auctioneer came onto the stage, various auction items were put on the stage.

The auction gradually became more lively as the price climbed.

Li Xiu's attention was not focused on the auction, and he was also a poor man, a poor man with about three million US dollars in his hands.

He kept his attention next to Wilson. He was afraid that Wilson would notice something, so he could not directly intervene in the investigation of Wilson.

"Okay, the last famous oil painting was bought by the Hualai Group."

There will be a shorter exchange meeting after the auction, but those people generally just regard this as an offline trading market.

As soon as the auction ended, Wilson was about to leave. Behind him, Li Xiu also got up and left in order to kill Wilson, planning to find a place to kill him directly.

[Author's digression]: Dear readers, I'm very sorry. I've been too busy with work recently, and now I stay up late to write. I really can't stand it. I owe you two updates, and I will update tomorrow.