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“No need, you can go back now. We’ll summon you if needed,” George said.

Thinking of the phone call from General Ross and his superiors, it was clear that regardless of Bai Ye's wishes, they were going to use Bai Ye as the main propaganda tool to suppress the hype surrounding mutants as much as possible.

“Although you won’t be held responsible, you might still have to pay a fine for the damage to the surrounding environment. Of course, we will also give you a reward for your act of bravery and a medal of honor as a citizen,” George said, which made Bai Ye speechless.

That's so realistic; after a superhero fights, they still have to compensate for the damaged streets.

“I’ll compensate this superhero for all his losses, how about that?” A deep male voice came from beside him. George turned his head and his expression changed slightly when he saw who it was.

The newcomer was an extremely obese man, two meters tall, wearing a white suit stretched high by his massive frame. He was leaning on a thin cane and walking slowly towards us.

"Who is this?" Bai Ye pretended not to know.

But when the fat man appeared in front of him, he recognized the newcomer even faster than George did: Wilson Grant Fisker, the underground emperor who ruled the entire American underworld, also known as Kingpin.

With over 90% of his body made up of muscle, Spider-Man's physical abilities far surpass those of humans. Known as Kingpin, he is the nemesis of all the street heroes of New York.

Tonight is truly a gathering of powerful figures, with all sorts of influential people focusing their attention here, each with their own schemes.

George's expression was somewhat grim as he introduced Bai Ye, "This is Mr. Fisker, a well-known philanthropist in New York and a major contender in this mayoral election."

He had no intention of explaining Kingpin's glorious deeds to Bai Ye, not wanting Bai Ye to get involved. However, he didn't know that although he was irreconcilably opposed to gambling, drugs, and prostitution, Bai Ye had long since become one with them.

Under his astonished gaze, Bai Ye greeted him with a smile, saying, "Mr. Fisk, you just said you would help me pay for the damage to the street, right? I can't possibly accept that."

George:? ? ?

"Of course, as a member of New York City, I can't let superheroes bleed and cry. Since you've put in the effort, I'm just contributing a small amount of money. It's what I should do."

Kingpin, leaning on his cane with a smile on his face, exuded an aura of immense wealth and power.

In fact, he didn't even need to take action. After Bai Ye demonstrated extraordinary martial prowess as a pure human, it was foreseeable that, due to the "catfish effect," a large number of wealthy people would pay to be affiliated with Bai Ye.

It was the same during the previous bank robbery. Many people tried to contact Bai Ye through various connections, asking him for endorsements or something. However, Bai Ye was still weak at the time, so he simply cut off all contact with the outside world. Now, he doesn't need to be so cautious.

"Mr. Fisker's awareness is truly remarkable. He is indeed a famous philanthropist and a great benefactor in New York. If everyone had your level of awareness, the safety of New York City would definitely reach a new level." Bai Ye began to flatter Kingpin in front of George.

Then, their conversation was "coincidentally" recorded by a reporter who hadn't left yet, and tomorrow's headlines will surely include the headline "Superheroes Save New York, Mayoral Candidate Generously Donates."

"I've actually admired superheroes for a long time. I wonder when you'd have time to invite you to dinner." Kingpin's fat face was full of a gentle smile. If you didn't know him, you would probably think he was a good person.

"Of course, no problem. I have time now, so why don't we go right now?" Bai Ye thought of a possibility and said impatiently.

Then, under George's twitching eyelids, Bai Ye and Kingpin got along better and better, almost to the point of becoming sworn brothers on the spot.

Just as they were about to get into the black car and leave together, he finally couldn't help but say, "Bai Ye, wait a minute."

"What's wrong, Chief? Didn't you say we could leave?" Bai Ye asked, turning around. Kingpin, who was in the car, also turned his gaze over. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were icy cold. He hoped that the chief wouldn't ruin his plans.

Under the combined gaze of the two men, George's lips twitched slightly before he said, "Be careful."

"Of course, then take care, Chief. I'll come to your house to visit Gwen in a few days," Bai Ye comforted him, but these words only made George feel more heartbroken. It would have been better if he hadn't come at all.

Upon hearing that Bai Ye had a connection with the bureau chief's family, Kingpin's previously cold gaze instantly softened, and his initial thought of issuing a small warning to the other party vanished instantly.

Watching the black sedan slowly drive away and disappear into the distance, George waved his hand with a heavy heart, signaling his officers to speed up the cleaning.

Inside the car, Bai Ye had the car parked in a corner. After picking up Camilla, who had been waiting for a long time, the group drove towards Kingpin's residence.

On the way, Bai Ye's originally warm expression gradually returned to calm. He looked calmly at Kingpin sitting steadily beside him and said, "Mr. Fisk, you must have asked me to come here this time because there is something you need my help with."

“Of course, as Chief George mentioned before, I would like to run for mayor of New York City this year,” Kingpin said modestly.

But Bai Ye immediately understood what the other party meant. He just wanted her to support him, just like George had wanted to talk to her before.

"I understand, I understand." Bai Ye had a knowing look on his face, then his expression turned serious and he said, "This matter is very simple for me. First, give me 5000 million to see if you are sincere."

"V...V5000 million to show your sincerity?" Even Kingpin's expression faltered as he looked at Bai Ye's outrageous demands and was momentarily speechless.

“Yes, as long as you pay enough, I guarantee you’ll become the mayor of New York City this time,” Bai Ye said confidently.

Chapter 51 A Quick Guide to Mastering the Purple Cloud Divine Skill

Inside the black sedan, Kingpin looked at Bai Ye, who was making exorbitant demands, without showing any impatience.

We're only in the negotiation stage right now. Asking for an exorbitant price and then settling for a bargain are standard practice. Before the final result is announced, all talk is meaningless.

If White Night can truly give him a solid chance of getting the position of mayor of New York City, what's wrong with giving him 5000 million?

"What makes you so confident that you can help me win the mayoral seat?" Kingpin asked with a smile.

"It's very simple. The mayoral election is basically about the public's approval rating. The candidate with the highest approval rating is directly elected as the mayor of New York City."

Bai Ye said calmly, "And now I have a training method that can make everyone a superman. As long as it is released, not only the citizens of New York, but all of humanity will go crazy."

"Are you referring to what you told those media outlets before, 'Everyone Can Practice'?" Kingpin asked.

He thought it was just Bai Ye trying to appease the media, but it seems to be true.

“That’s right. My cultivation method is not complicated. Even an ordinary person can understand it after studying it for a day. Most importantly, practicing can replace sleep.”

"In other words, it will not affect your daily study or work efficiency, and at the same time, it can greatly extend human lifespan."

Kingpin's expression turned serious. Through White Night's narration, he knew that if this was true, then not only could he become the mayor of New York City, but he could also easily become the president of the United States with this astonishing achievement.

Those upper-class people spend tens or hundreds of billions of US dollars every year trying to research ways to prolong human life, but they either mutate or have all sorts of side effects. Now, Bai Ye's cultivation method without side effects will definitely drive those people crazy.

"Why did you tell me so easily?" Kingpin frowned. "Just for a mere 5000 million?"

"Of course not. As I said before, this money is just to show me your sincerity."

Bai Ye said casually, "First, send 5000 million to prove your capacity. Then we can discuss the specifics of the joint development. If you don't agree, I can get off now. If you don't give me the money, there are plenty of others who are willing to."

"As for why I chose you first, it's because you're not a good person. As Kingpin, the underground emperor of America, you control the criminal business across the country. The money I want might not even be worth as much as you would for a single flour transaction."

"No problem, the money you want will be transferred to your account soon. Since you know me, you should know what the consequences will be if you play me for a fool."

Kingpin said, but the next moment Bai Ye put his right hand on Camilla's shoulder and slowly said, "As the emperor of the underworld, don't you understand that you need to have the strength to back up your tough talk?"

After Bai Ye finished speaking, he stomped his right foot down sharply, his foot instantly passing through the car and landing on the ground.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Amidst the horrified gaze of the driver ahead, Bai Ye's shoes, imbued with true energy, rubbed wildly against the ground.

On the road, the car that was speeding along was forced to a stop within seconds by Bai Ye's immense force.

With a gentle pat on Kingpin's shoulder, Bai Ye stood up and said disappointedly, "It seems you don't have the capacity to cooperate with me. I think you don't need to eat dinner later. You're not worthy."

After saying that, Bai Ye helped Camilla, who was also a little frightened, and said, "Let's go home."

"Wait." Kingpin suddenly called out as he watched the two stand up, his expression softening again.

"Mr. Bai may not have fully understood what I meant earlier. As the kingpin of the New York underworld, how can a mere 5000 million demonstrate my personal strength?"

"Two hundred million. I'll transfer two hundred million into your account tonight. Regardless of the outcome, let's just consider it making friends. I hope Mr. Bai won't hold my earlier offense against me."

"Oh." Bai Ye glanced at Kingpin, who had an incredibly amiable expression, in surprise. What a lad who can be both humble and accommodating.

"Alright, since you're so sensible, I can't refuse. But as the future mayor of New York City, you can't be as rude as you were just now."

Bai Ye pulled his right leg back off the ground, sat back in his seat, and said, "Let's drive. We should be able to have a decent late-night snack tonight."

"What are you waiting for? Mr. Bai said to start the car!" Kingpin urged the driver with a serious expression. The driver, still shaken, then started the engine again.

"Let's get back to the main topic."

Bai Ye took out his phone from his pocket, opened the photo album, and said, "This is the secret manual of the cultivation method I was talking about. I took a picture of it with my phone camera. Try it out and see if it works. It will prove that what I said is true."

"Uh..." Kingpin still felt a little uneasy looking at the so-called secret manual that could drive all mankind crazy, so casually displayed in front of him in a modern way.

This prompted him to ask, "Mr. Bai, what level can your cultivation method achieve?"

"How severe is it...?"

Bai Ye thought for a moment, then bent his right index finger and flicked it lightly. The surging internal energy violently transformed from the meridians at his fingertips into a sharp sword aura, tilting wildly like a high-pressure water gun.

"laugh!"

With a soft thud as if steel was being separated, the previously enclosed upper part of the car began to tilt, and then, amidst the howling wind, the car's roof was blown off by the gale.

The cold night air rushed in, making the driver shiver.

The originally enclosed car was transformed into a convertible with a wave of Bai Ye's hand.

"Is this the ability I've cultivated?" Kingpin examined the smooth edges of the cut marks, showing no sign of distress over the damage to the car.

Then Kingpin looked at the text on Bai Ye's phone album with a burning desire in his eyes and began to study seriously.

Soon, Kingpin, who had read the entire book in the car, became puzzled and turned to Bai Ye to ask:

“Mr. Bai, doesn’t your Zixia Divine Skill say that the speed of internal energy cultivation is too slow? It would take at least ten years to reach your level.”

"You need to broaden your horizons. Have you ever considered passing on your skills?" Bai Ye asked.

"Transfer of power?" Kingpin immediately recalled this part of the Zixia Divine Skill.

"An average person can cultivate a trace of true qi in one night. Why don't you spend money to buy his true qi and have him transfer his skills to you?"

Bai Ye said, "Based on the calculation that he earns $100 for a night's work, his internal energy would amount to $36,000 a year, $360,000 in ten years, and $3,650,000 in a hundred years."

“Even if there’s a 20% loss, for you, spending $3.65 million to instantly gain 80 years of true energy like an ordinary person and become a mini-superman overnight, isn’t that money worth it? It’s not even as expensive as your car,” Bai Ye said.

Chapter 52 Internal Force is Flowing Gold

"Buy internal energy with money?" Upon hearing Bai Ye's description of the future, Kingpin's breathing quickened, and he felt that there was potential in it.

Through Bai Ye's description, he then discovered the greatest value of the Zixia Divine Skill: the more people practiced it, the more its internal energy could circulate around the world like money.

Assuming there is no upper limit to the storage of internal energy, and all 6 billion people in the world practice the Zixia Divine Skill, they can generate an average of 16 million years' worth of internal energy every day. Moreover, due to the nature of energy transfer, internal energy can be traded freely like money.

If each transaction results in a 20% loss, it will only ensure that internal energy decreases with use, thus maintaining its scarcity by taxing each transfer of power equally.

Furthermore, since no one can live forever, but there are always people who pursue longevity. As long as one's internal energy is abundant, one can be free from all diseases and prolong one's life. For humans, internal energy is almost like gold, a form of hard currency.

Given the high demand and scarcity, the internal strength painstakingly cultivated will not depreciate over time, making it a hundred times more profitable than selling oil.

Kingpin even foresaw that, with the portability and scarcity of internal energy, those clandestine gang transactions could be conducted directly on-site using internal energy, allowing them to bring back massive amounts of internal energy and exchange them for cash without anyone noticing.

Looking at the overwhelming wealth on his phone, Kingpin began to worry about whether he could handle it. After all, this was a secret manual that anyone could practice, whether they were mutants or vampires.

"Hey, are you scared?" Bai Ye saw Kingpin's hesitation and mocked him.

"Yes, a little bit. But with such a great opportunity right in front of us, if I back down without taking a bite, I won't be able to sleep for the rest of my life."