CH-20. Where is Kingpin!

Inside Griffin's manor.

"Imelda, go and inform everyone that today is a day off." Griffin came to the hall and asked the maid to notify everyone to rest. The reason he gave the servants a holiday was that he planned to test the Kabuto Insect Meter.

After Imelda bowed and expressed her gratitude, she immediately notified all the servants to leave.

"Is this the Kabuto Insect Meter?" Griffin flipped his hand and took out the Kabuto Insect Meter from the system. A transformation device in the shape of a rhinoceros beetle, made entirely of steel, appeared in his hand.

[Kabuto Insect Meter: Use this insect meter to transform into Kabuto, which requires the approval of the insect meter.]

Buzz!!!

Just as he was carefully examining the Kabuto Insect Meter, the rhinoceros beetle in his hand suddenly made a loud noise.

In an instant, the beetle broke free and flew out.

"Trying to escape?" Griffin opened his hand and pulled forcefully.

The power of the phoenix brought the rhinoceros beetle back into his grasp. At the same time, he held it tightly, firmly controlling the insect meter in his hand, using sheer strength to subdue it.

"Transform!" Griffin slashed the Kabuto Insect Meter in his hand. Golden light burst from the insect meter, and a green glow, like a nano-barrier, rapidly spread over Griffin's body.

The moment this light enveloped his entire form, there was a flash of white light. Kabuto's battle suit materialized over Griffin's body. A mysterious energy coursed around him.

"Is this Kabuto?" In front of the mirror, Griffin looked himself up and down. He had transformed into a warrior clad in sleek armor, with a long horn like a rhinoceros beetle adorning his head.

The appearance exuded the aura of a king. Compared with Tony's Iron Man suit, each had its own merits.

"I need to take this for a ride." Looking at the silver-white armor, Griffin couldn't suppress his excitement. It was late at night—the perfect time to go out for a spin without attracting too much attention.

With that in mind, Griffin headed to the garage. Various vehicles were parked inside: flying Fords, unicycles, flying Mercedes-Benzes, and jet motorcycles.

Many of these vehicles were rewards from the system, and he had simply left them in the garage. Griffin approached a sleek black motorcycle. The motorcycle resembled a Harley Fatboy but had significant modifications to the exhaust system.

The display screen in front of the bike was fully digital, featuring a projected 3D interface. This was yet another vehicle rewarded by the system.

[Amphibious Motorcycle: A three-purpose motorcycle capable of operating on land, air, and water!]

Griffin took a step back, sat on the motorcycle casually, and twisted the accelerator slightly. The amphibious motorcycle roared instantly, and with a powerful burst, it sped out of the garage.

"Cool!" Feeling the wind against him, Griffin pressed a button on the accelerator handle. Two jet pipes popped out from both sides of the front and rear wheels.

As he twisted the throttle, the pipes ignited with blue flames. On the road, a beam of light shot forward at an incredible speed. With his enhanced reflexes, Griffin maneuvered effortlessly even at 500 kilometers per hour.

"Let's head towards Hell's Kitchen." After a moment's hesitation, Griffin decided to head to Hell's Kitchen. Maybe he could find Gwen there.

Griffin slowed his motorcycle down as he rode through the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen, New York. Upon entering the neighborhood, he immediately attracted attention.

"Hey, man, your cosplay is badass!" A black man with dreadlocks waved at Griffin, his hand resting on something bulky at his waist.

New York was a city that never slept, and Hell's Kitchen was a stark contrast to the glitz of Manhattan. The streets were dimly lit and chaotic, covered in graffiti of runes and symbols from various cultures, as if silently screaming about the city's disorder.

The mixed bloodlines of the people here mirrored the chaos. From time to time, people lay on the grimy streets, their fates uncertain—whether lost to alcohol or death.

Here, crime, bloodshed, and death were everyday occurrences.

"Hey! Kid, that bike is pretty cool. Leave it behind and get lost! This is Kingpin's territory!" The dreadlocked man raised his right hand and gestured, signaling his gang to surround Griffin.

The men around him grinned, tapping their gun handles.

"Kingpin?" Griffin was taken aback. He hadn't expected Kingpin to exist in this universe. Anyone familiar with Marvel knew the name Kingpin.

The undisputed crime lord of the East Coast, his influence was unmatched. He was a criminal mastermind with intellect far beyond ordinary people. More than 90% of his body was muscle—rumors even claimed he could punch through a wall with his bare hands.

"I wonder if taking out Kingpin would earn me some nice rewards." Griffin muttered to himself, seated on his motorcycle. The system's reward mechanism seemed to favor special events.

"Kid, why are you still here? Don't think you won't get hurt just because you're wearing some fancy armor!" The dreadlocked man smirked, his patience running thin.

If the guy in front of him didn't know what was good for him, then he'd have to teach him a lesson.

"Why make things difficult?" Griffin shook his head, put down the motorcycle stand, and attacked suddenly.

With a swift kick, he sent one of the gang members flying.

"You wanna die?!" The surprise attack enraged the dreadlocked man, who reached for his revolver. But before he could pull the trigger, a steel-clad hand grasped the gun firmly.

Snap!

With a loud crunch, the revolver and the man's left hand were crushed into a mangled mess.

Aaaahhh!!!

The agonized screams echoed through the crime-infested streets. The others seized the moment, drawing knives for a sneak attack. But to Griffin, they were no more than children playing games.

After a few quick moves, the thugs lay groaning on the ground. High above in the sky, a red and gold shadow flashed by—it was Tony Stark, out for a casual flight.

"Friday, zoom in." Looking down, he saw a guy in red and silver armor dealing effortlessly with a gang of thugs. Tony was momentarily stunned before smirking, "Didn't expect to run into a fan tonight." Tony shook his head with amusement and flew away.

Even from above, it was clear the guy below could handle himself.

He had no interest in intervening.

"Tell me! Where's that bastard Kingpin?" Griffin grabbed a sobbing thug by the collar and slammed him against a car window.

The brute force made the man wail in pain.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Let go! It hurts!" Although the thug knew Kingpin's whereabouts, spilling the truth meant certain death.

Kingpin was the emperor of the underworld—betraying him was a death sentence.

"Can't you just be honest?" Griffin sighed before lifting the man and slamming him onto the car hood.

The gangster curled up like a shrimp, shaking uncontrollably from the pain. With just one blow, he felt as if his internal organs had been shattered.