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Inside the black car, Fist looked at Kevin, who was opening his mouth wide with a big appetite, without any sign of impatience.

Now is only the negotiation stage. It is common practice to ask for a sky-high price and then pay a low price. Before the final result comes out, any empty talk is just empty talk.

If Kevin can really make him absolutely sure of getting the position of mayor of New York, what would happen if he was given 50 million?

"Are you sure you can help me win the mayor's position?" Kingpin asked with a smile.

"It's very simple. To put it bluntly, the mayoral election is all about public support. The candidate with the highest support will be directly elected as the mayor of New York City."

Kevin said calmly: "I now have a training method that can make everyone become a super. Once it is made public, not only the citizens of New York, but also the people all over the world will go crazy."

"Are you talking about the 'Everyone Has a Chance to be extraordinary' that you announced to the media beforehand?" Kingpin asked.

He thought that it was Kevin perfunctory response to the media before, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"That's right. My training method is not complicated. Even an ordinary person can understand it after reading it for a day. The most important thing is that practicing can replace sleep."

"In other words, it will not affect your daily study and work efficiency, and it can also greatly extend human lifespan."

Fisk's eyes became serious. Through Kevin narration, he knew that if this was true, then not to mention the mayor of New York, even the president of the United States could have to easily get it through this amazing achievement.

Those upper-class people spend tens of billions of dollars every year trying to research ways to make the human body live longer, but either mutations occur or there are various side effects. Now Kevin has a training method with no side effects that will drive those people crazy.

"Why would you tell me so easily?" Fisk frowned, "Just for a mere 50 million?"

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

Kevin said with a relaxed look: "First, transfer 50 million to prove whether you are qualified. Then we can consider the specific matters of cooperative development. If you disagree, I can get off now. If you don't want to pay, there are many people who are willing to pay."

"As for why I chose you first, of course it's because you're not a good person. As the underground emperor of the United States, Kingpin controls all the criminal businesses in the United States. The money I want may not be as much as the price of your 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 tricks on me."

Fisk said, but the next moment Kevin put his right hand on Carmilla's shoulder and said slowly: "As the King of the underworld, don't you know that you need to have strength to back up your words?"

After Kevin finished speaking, he stomped his right foot downwards violently, and his foot instantly penetrated the car and stepped on the asphalt ground.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"

Under the horrified eyes of the driver in front, Kevin feet, infused with energy, rubbed against the ground frantically.

On the road, the speeding car was forced to stop within a few seconds due to Kevin huge force.

Patting Fisk shoulder gently, Kevin stood up from the ground and said disappointedly: "It seems that you don't have the ability to cooperate with me. I don't think you can eat that much later. You don't deserve it."

After saying that, Kevin supported Carmilla, who was also a little frightened, and said, "Let's go home."

"Wait." Looking at the two people who stood up, Fisk suddenly shouted, and his expression became gentle again.

"Mr. White may not have understood what I meant just now. As the king of the underworld in New York, how can a mere 50 million show my personal strength?"

"200 million. I will deposit 200 million into your account tonight. No matter what the result is, just treat it as me making friends. I hope Mr. White will not mind my offense just now."

"Oh." Kevin looked at Fisk in surprise. He looked very kind. What a flexible guy he was.

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

Kevin pulled his right leg back from the ground, sat back in his seat and said, "Let's drive. We should be able to have a good supper tonight."

"What are you still standing there for? Mr. White said to drive!" Kingpin urged the driver with a serious face, and the frightened driver stepped on the accelerator again.

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

Kevin took out his phone from his pocket, opened the photo album and said, "This is the content of the training method I mentioned. I took a picture of it with my phone camera. You can try it first to see the effect and prove that what I said is true."

"Uh..." Looking at the so-called secret book that could drive all mankind crazy, being displayed so casually in front of him in a modern way, Fisk still felt it was a little unreliable.

This made him ask: "Mr. White, to what extent can your training method improve people?"

"To what extent..."

Kevin thought about it, then bent his right index finger and waved it lightly. The surging energy violently transformed from the energy veins at the fingertips into a sharp energy beam, which was madly poured out like a high-pressure water gun.

"siik!"

With a slight sound of steel being separated, the originally closed upper part of the car began to tilt, and then with a whistling sound, the roof of the car was blown away by the strong wind.

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

The originally closed car turned into a convertible with Kevin hand wave.

"Is this the ability gained through training?" Fisk observed the smooth cutting marks on the edges, not feeling any pain at all for the damage to the car.

Then he looked at the words on Kevin mobile phone album, with a hint of heat in his eyes, and began to study it seriously.

Soon, Fisk, who had read the entire book in the car, fell into doubt and turned to Kevin and asked:

"Mr. White, didn't your Purple Glow Divine Art say that the speed of accumulating energy is too slow? It would take at least ten years to reach your level."

"You need to open your mind. Have you ever thought about passing on your energy to others?" Kevin asked.

"Transmitting energy?" Fisk immediately recalled this part of the Purple Glow Divine Art.

"An average person can cultivate a trace of energy in one night. Wouldn't you spend money to buy his energy and let him pass it on to you?"

Kevin said: "If we calculate based on his success of one night's labor being worth 100 dollars, his internal energy for one year is only 36,000 dollars, 360,000 dollars for ten years, and 3.65 million dollars for a hundred years."

"Even if there is a 20% loss, for you, spending 3.65 million dollars can instantly possess the 80 years of energy of an ordinary person and become a superhuman in one night. Isn't this money worth it? It's not even as expensive as your car?" Kevin said.