Today, as usual, Blaine went to the golf course to hit a few balls.
"Hey, Pete, with skills like that, you might as well go home and play cards!"
"Shit, Blaine, one day I'll beat the crap out of you!" The burly man being mocked by Blaine flipped him off.
"Bring it on!" Blaine curled his lips.
He didn't come here just to play golf. His main purpose was to chat and have fun with people—like this white guy Pete, who was an interesting fellow and came from a wealthy family.
Still, even if golf wasn't his main goal, Blaine would always hit a few balls. His pinpoint accuracy, no matter the distance, had made him quite well-known in the area.
After bantering idly with Pete for a bit, Blaine decided to hit one last ball to end today's golf outing and head to the stables for some horseback riding.
Just as Blaine swung his club, he noticed a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
It was an extremely burly, somewhat overweight bald white man, accompanied by a blonde beauty. They looked like a couple, very affectionate.
How big was this bald guy?
Over two meters tall, with arms thicker than Blaine's legs and a waist probably two and a half times his size. He was a massive unit. The blonde beauty wasn't short, but next to him, she looked like a petite doll.
Dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, his waist bulging slightly and holding a cane, he exuded a powerful boss-like aura.
He was followed by a group of underlings, but one of them clearly stood out from the rest. He was somewhat thin, a white man with extremely sharp eyes. Unlike the reserved subordinates, he seemed very relaxed around the bald man and displayed terrifying accuracy—almost hitting every golf ball with a single swing.
Such a distinctive build and bald head…
Not many people in the Marvel universe looked like that.
Blaine instantly recognized who the guy was.
Wilson Fisk—better known as Kingpin, the man who controlled New York's gang crime and had influence all over the world.
As for the blonde beside him, she was probably Vanessa, Kingpin's lifelong love.
And that underling… hard to identify at first glance, but given his insane golf precision, it became clear who he was.
Bullseye.
Tsk.
Kingpin, Vanessa, and Bullseye.
Blaine narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had just been thinking about this crime boss a few days ago—and now here he was, playing golf.
Spider-Man probably got beaten up by this guy.
Despite his size, Kingpin was an extremely skilled fighter with a love for sumo wrestling. With 98% of his body being pure muscle, unless the still-developing Spider-Man used some advanced tech—like the kind Tony Stark provided—he wouldn't stand a chance.
Blaine didn't stare at Kingpin for long.
Even though he recognized him, he only gave him a brief glance, finished his shot, and left for the stables.
But Bullseye and Kingpin, after Blaine left, stared deeply at the ball he had just hit.
"He's impressive."
"Indeed. That last shot—could you pull it off?"
"I could, but not as easily as he did."
"Didn't expect to meet such an extraordinary person just by coming to a golf course. This world is getting deeper and more complicated. Do you think he came for me?"
"Unlikely, sir. If he had, that ball would've hit you in the head."
Hearing Bullseye's words, Kingpin's eyes grew thoughtful.
"Darling, come teach me how to play golf. This is my first time."
"Of course. Golf is played like this…"
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Blaine had no idea that Bullseye and Kingpin had mistaken him for some ultimate expert.
That shot had just been a casual one using his usual Absolute Hit ability.
He never imagined Bullseye and Kingpin would interpret so much from it.
Of course, even if he had, he wouldn't care.
Maybe he would work with Kingpin in the future, but for now, they were just strangers.
Kingpin wouldn't target him, and he had no interest in stirring up trouble either.
Besides, he was on his break.
Let Spider-Man handle the crime bosses.
After lunch, Blaine rode horses at the stables for an hour before heading home.
He had to admit, horseback riding was more fun than golf. Riding was a man's true romance. If only there were a girl sitting behind him hugging his waist—or better yet, sitting in front so he could hold her…
Wait!
Blaine quickly shook the thought from his head.
What nonsense. Women? Women only hold me back!
Can a woman compare to the thrill of making money?
Why waste time chasing women when I could be earning tens of millions instead?
Blaine curled his lip and hailed a taxi home.
But this time, he didn't go back to his villa. He returned to his old home in Queens.
He had already taken a week off—time to get back to work.
Since he last had the system slightly lower its search barrier, he hadn't been back to his old house in Queens.
There might already be a few missions waiting for him.
Blaine licked his lips, his eyes turning into gleaming coins, as if countless dollar bills were waving at him.
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped.
Blaine arrived back at his old home in Queens.
He opened the door skillfully.
Just as he expected.
Right inside the door, there was a brand-new envelope on the floor.
It had probably been slipped under the door.
Blaine chuckled, bent down to pick up the envelope, tore it open, unfolded the letter, and started reading.
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