Chapter 39: The Kane Group

Everything that happened within the Fisk Group was under everyone's watchful eyes.

When the cause of last night's explosion was made public, people immediately started heading toward the Fisk Group's headquarters.

Some had even begun distributing flyers calling for a boycott against the company.

However, as soon as they approached the Fisk Group, they were met with the sight of its board members rushing out in a hurry—one of them was even being escorted away by the police.

This unexpected development left many onlookers puzzled.

Logically speaking, no matter how serious the situation was for the Fisk Group, there was no way the NYPD could move this quickly.

And under normal circumstances, it would be nearly impossible for the police to arrest a board member on such short notice.

Everything about this situation seemed bizarre.

The citizens who had gathered, intending to protest and demonstrate, were left completely bewildered by what they saw.

Only the journalists who had come to report on the Fisk Group's situation began to sense that something was off.

"I think we might have stumbled upon a huge story," a junior reporter remarked.

But his cameraman scoffed at the idea.

"Come on, if this were really a major scoop, they wouldn't have sent the two of us. If it weren't for last night's explosion, nothing happening this year would be bigger than the events unfolding in Europe."

The junior reporter chuckled at the remark.

He knew exactly what the cameraman was referring to. But in times like this, it didn't hurt to give oneself a little bit of hope, right?

Besides, in today's world, only news related to super soldiers or individuals with superpowers could truly be considered groundbreaking.

And stories like that were far beyond their reach.

For now, being able to report on something that captured the attention of New Yorkers was already a good opportunity.

As the two exchanged glances and let out a sigh, a wave of people began pouring out of Fisk Tower.

Quickly, the necessary setup for a press conference was arranged, and those in charge stood silently, awaiting further developments.

"We should just focus on doing our job," the junior reporter muttered, noticing that the Fisk Group seemed ready to address the situation head-on.

With renewed determination, he moved closer to the podium where the press conference was about to take place.

However, a barricade had been set up in front of them to keep reporters from getting too close.

Fisk Group's security personnel stood at the ready, maintaining order.

Though the event seemed hastily arranged, everything about it appeared official and well-prepared.

"Wow, he really looks like a decent guy," someone in the crowd suddenly remarked.

The junior reporter immediately recognized the voice—it belonged to a woman who, just moments ago, had been shouting, "There isn't a single good person in the Fisk Group!"

Yet now, she was quietly putting away her protest sign.

Shaking his head, the reporter could only sigh at how easily public opinion could shift. The American public never seemed to have a firm stance on anything.

But he was different. He would always judge everything from the most objective standpoint—whether it involved his favorite heroes or not.

Turning his gaze toward the podium, the reporter couldn't deny that the person now representing the Fisk Group didn't look like a villain.

"It seems like everyone is quite invested in the Fisk Group's affairs," Bruce said as he scanned the crowd, his tone filled with intensity. "After all, just yesterday, the chairman of the Fisk Group committed a truly shocking act."

His words immediately reignited the emotions of those who had come to protest.

Reminded of their original purpose, they once again raised their signs and resumed their outcry against the Fisk Group.

"That's right!"

"Wilson Fisk should be sentenced to death!"

"He's a madman!"

A chorus of voices erupted, leaving the young reporter momentarily unsure of what the spokesperson truly meant by those words.

Was he really afraid that the Fisk Group wouldn't collapse?

"But all of this will soon be in the past. However, that does not mean we will not take responsibility for past mistakes—no matter if they were committed without approval."

"From today onward, the Fisk Group will no longer bear this name."

The protestors, who had been growing restless, suddenly fell silent again. They were beginning to understand what the spokesperson was implying.

The Fisk Group, as they knew it, might no longer exist.

"From this moment forward, the Fisk Group will officially be renamed the Kane Group."

"Kane Group will restart all operations and will establish a dedicated foundation to take responsibility for the Brooklyn explosion."

After finishing his statement, Bruce turned and prepared to leave.

"Who will be in charge of the new Kane Group?" a reporter suddenly called out. "Why isn't that person addressing the public? Or does this mean Wilson Fisk is still the real power behind Kane Group?"

The young reporter was relentless in his questioning, completely unfazed by the piercing stares of the—no, not Fisk, but Kane Group's—security personnel.

Bruce paused, turned back, and smiled.

"Am I not?"

Without saying another word, he left the hastily arranged press conference.

The young reporter found it difficult to process what had just happened. The man looked to be about his age—perhaps even younger.

Yet he had somehow become the chairman of what was once one of New York's most powerful corporations.

The surrounding crowd was just as shocked.

No one had ever imagined that someone as young as Bruce could be at the helm of such a massive enterprise.

Even when the Stark brothers took over Stark Industries, it hadn't been this surprising.

After all, Stark Industries was a family business—completely different from what had just unfolded before them.

But there was one similarity: right now, Stark Industries was also solely held together by one man—Tony Stark, the infamous playboy.

As for his brother, the official report stated that he had passed away due to a brain tumor.

What really happened, no one knew.

Suddenly, excitement surged through the young reporter. A realization struck him.

He might not be able to interview actual superpowered individuals, but he could create a new kind of superhero story—one that only he had the insight to uncover.

After all, when Wilson Fisk was arrested, a batarang had been left on the scene.

And now, the Fisk Group had been completely taken over and renamed.

All of this—it was too much to ignore.

The young reporter lifted his head, turned to his cameraman, and declared, "We're about to break a huge story."

(End of Chapter)

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