Now back to Sam, he got dressed in his new suit for an invite to The Brasserie from Wilson Fisk. He wore a light gray two-piece suit and a maroon dress shirt, a light grey bowtie, white snakeskin loafers with a snakeskin pattern, his belt is black leather with a silver buckle, and a silver watch to complete that light gray look.
Hannah came out of the corner of his bathroom to look at him fixing his bowtie.
"You know that it's just a double date, right?" She asks
"Yeah but I gotta look my best since she'll be there!" he said
"You're really trying to impress a woman who's older than you, huh?"
"Duh, gotta have show some respect." He said as he combed his hair until it was perfect and sprayed some perfume on himself as he finger-guns himself and clicked his tongue before leaving.
"Alright, kiddo! I'm leaving! I'll leave you with a couple of hundred bucks so order what you and Aunt Jinx want, okay?"
"Alright! Thanks and good luck, Uncle Sam!"
"Thanks!" He said as he exits his apartment.
Sam was about to enter his car when he saw Ben Urich.
"Holy shit, Mr. Urich?!"
"Hey kid." He greeted.
~!INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST FOR THE NEW YORK BULLETIN!~
~!BEN URICH!~
The two sat on Sam's Lamborgini.
"So, big night?" He asked
"Yeah, Fisk and I are talking about peace but I think there's more to that than just peace."
"How you figure?" he asked
"At our last meeting, he assured me that he'll have New York by tonight and the Russians will not be a problem to us anymore. I mean, I'm not into that kind of thing. My criminal empire is more about giving back to people then taking." He said as he smokes.
"I can see that. You purposefully made an underground mall and also halt its progression you let homeless people live in it and they can also choose to either work for you or live in there for free with many foods and drinks distributed to them via Purgatory." He said as Sam looked at him with a shocked face.
"Don't give me that. It was kind of easy but there were guards I had to bribe to get in there. Nice place, by the way." He said
"Yeah... it's supposed to be a safe place for people who lost everything AND they can win everything back if they're lucky." Sam chuckled as he smokes.
Ben looked at him with confusion before chuckling.
"What?" Sam asked
"You're not cut-out for this crime shit, you know that, kid?"
"I guess... but I've been kind of good at it, no?"
"Nope. You're acting more of a guardian angel than a thug." He said.
Before they could chat any further the bombing of Hell's Kitchen started as the vibration shook them.
"What the hell was that?!" Ben asked
Suddenly, Sam got a call.
"What's up?" Sam asked in a serious tone.
"Bad news! Hell's Kitchen is on fire and the team spotted Kingpin at Pier 81 for no reason at all." Cammy reported.
"Shit! Okay, send a team to help the firefighters take the fires out and help the people in those buildings if there's someone alive in there. I'm going after Fisk!"
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Marvel Comics Universe: Like A Dragon
FanfictionSamuel Miller, Founder of Dragon Real Estate, is a simple eighteen-year-old kid who started his own business without a degree or money but somehow managed to start up a successful business. All he could care about was his job and kind of normal life...
