Chapter 898 - Working Part-time and Going Under
Chapter 898: Working Part-time and Going Under
“It’s said that Kingpin’s real name is Wilson Grant Fisk, but the police haven’t found any leads on this name. His real identity is still a mystery,” Luke said unhurriedly. “But from Clinton to New York, and even more than half of America, he’s in control of everything. He’s probably the source of the corruption in NYPD’s 15th Precinct.”
Foggy was surprised. “Are you kidding?”
How could there be such a terrifying underworld existence?
Luke nodded. “No, I’m not. The black mask has been fighting Kingpin’s forces recently, which have suffered significant losses. That’s why the 15th Precinct reported it as an assault on the police, and the explosions happened. It’s also why my colleague Walter ended up in the hospital.”
Looking at the two people in front of him, he thought for a moment before he said, “If I were you, it would be best to stay out of this. The possibility of getting damage compensation out of Kingpin is no different from trying to revive the dead.”
Foggy fell silent.
Matt didn’t say anything, but he slowly rubbed his cane.
Suddenly, Foggy’s phone rang.
He apologized and picked up the call. Karen’s voice rang out. “Didn’t you say that you would be back soon? The lady from property management is here. She said that she’ll sue us for delayed payments.”
Foggy said, “Ah, have her wait and to calm down, we’ll be there soon.”
“If her anger had substance, our law firm would already be dust.” Karen lowered her voice. “Maybe I’m making her feel her age. It looks like she gets angry as soon as she looks at me. I really can’t do anything.”
“We’ll be right back, that’s it,” said Foggy, and hung up.
“That’s all I know.” Luke stood up. “You must be busy. I won’t keep you any longer.”
In the face of his understanding, Foggy and Matt took their leave.
Luke had already divulged enough information, and there really was no need for them to waste any more time.
Look for trouble with Kingpin? They naturally couldn’t expect a minor detective to do that.
Thinking that, Matt stretched out his hand. “Thank you, Luke.”
Luke shook hands with him and Foggy. “Our department has been very busy recently; let’s talk again once we’re free. How does that sound?”
Foggy nodded quickly. “Yes, that’s great.”
Luke picked up a plate of cakes from the table. “Take this back for Karen as a snack. Of course, you can have it too.”
Seeing that they were about to refuse, Luke said with a smile, “This is just being polite. You can give me something next time.”
Foggy and Matt smiled wryly. Luke was a nice guy, but why did he always say such awkward things?
Foggy had no choice but to accept the cake. “Fine, we’ll buy you a drink when we’re free. You know Josie’s Bar at the end of the street, right?”
Luke nodded with a smile.
Foggy and Matt couldn’t refuse his friendship.
These two had just established a law firm, and what they needed most was connections.
A contact in the NYPD was definitely the most important.
The first department that lawyers had to deal with was the police, followed by the D.A., though most of those cases would have been transferred from the police system.
Although Luke was only a detective, he was very well-informed and was willing to divulge information to them.
Both parties found each other pleasing to the eye. Although a certain young detective’s words were often cutting, it was best to have as many friends as possible.
The thing about real friends was that it was about what they did, not what they said.
A moment later, Luke rubbed his chin as he watched the two law enforcement officers go to the law firm diagonally across the street. “Hehe, this guy’s physique is pretty good.”
He was talking about Lawyer Matt.
He had been willing to talk to them for so long because of Lawyer Matt.
Just like how Tony would definitely welcome Batman into his villa, Luke also welcomed Lawyer Matt as a guest.
When Lawyer Matt was standing at the door, Luke activated a variety of test equipment.
Lawyer Matt had sat inside for more than twenty minutes, and more than half a full-body exam had been carried out.
Except for things like a blood test, he had done everything else that was possible.
The data on Lawyer Matt’s body was also backed up to Little Snail. It would analyze and evaluate the data to determine Lawyer Matt’s true level.
Lawyer Matt was the only blind person Luke knew since coming to New York; it was very easy to figure out his identity.
By day, he was a struggling rookie lawyer; by night, he wore a black hood to beat up the bad guys and called himself: Daredevil.
When it came to what they did in their spare time, Lawyer Matt and Detective Luke were in the same field.
A few days ago, Lawyer Matt was almost killed by ninjas from the Hand, but he was now back to work as usual.
This could only mean that this Lawyer Matt had an extraordinary physique.
If it was an ordinary person, they would only be able to get out of bed and walk around after two weeks. It would be impossible for them to go to work.
Naturally, Luke wouldn’t let go of this “old patient” who had delivered himself to his door. He gave him a free follow-up, and confirmed that he could resume writing the legend of the vigilante “black mask.”
Unfortunately, it seemed that Lawyer Matt’s day job was in trouble.
For the two rookie lawyers, the fact that their business was going under wasn’t a good thing.
Maybe he should test them out? Thinking to himself, Luke returned to his workshop.
On the other side, Foggy and Matt arrived at the law firm in a hurry, only to be grabbed by a fat woman who threw a series of complaints and warnings at them.
It took them twenty minutes to persuade the woman to leave.
But it was more likely that after bellowing in anger for half an hour, the middle-aged woman no longer had the stamina to keep going, so she left.
In the office, the three senior members of the law firm looked at each other.
Lawyer Matt couldn’t see the other two’s expressions, but he knew that they definitely didn’t look too good. He comforted them. “I’ll think of something. Don’t worry.”
Foggy managed to pull himself together. “Yes, we’ll get through this. We just need a big client to help us pay the bills for the next two months.”
Karen: …If you hadn’t mentioned the word “big”, I might still be able to believe you a little.
At that point, Foggy suddenly thought of something. He picked up the cake that he had casually put on the table and gave it to her. “It’s from Luke. Have a taste.”
“Huh? It looks beautiful and smells great.” Karen took it and examined it. Suddenly, she came back to herself. “You… went there empty-handed, didn’t you?”
Foggy and Matt were lost for words.
After this meaningless conversation, the three of them got to work.
No matter how many bills that had yet to be paid, it was still business as usual.