Chapter 10: Kingpin IV
Dave cracked his neck, casually resuming his seat as if nothing had happened. "Come on, sit down. We were discussing something important, weren't we? Yes, you owe me a life, Kingpin," he said with a smile, his demeanor relaxed and untroubled.
Albert's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice rising in panic. "Impossible! I destroyed your heart. How are you still alive?" He stared at Dave, still impaled by the sword.
Dave glanced down at the sword, then reached out and pulled it free with a smooth, deliberate motion. He removed his shirt, revealing a wound that was healing at an astonishing rate. "Like this," Dave said, his smile widening as he watched the wound close rapidly.
Fisk watched in shock as Dave's body healed itself. His gaze shifted to Trish, who was freeing herself from the daggers, and the world seemed to spin around him. The realization hit him like a thunderclap.
"Who are you?" Fisk asked, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and confusion but the fear was perfectly masked , only Trish and Dave detected it.
Dave shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's a question you can't get an answer to," he said, turning his attention to Diana.
"My shirt," he said calmly.
Diana, still in shock from the realization that Dave was alive, blinked in confusion. "What shirt?" she asked, her mind overwhelmed by the relief of seeing him alive.
Dave shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're really a bad secretary. How can you take care of me like this?"