Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics

“It looks like you reporters are looking forward to my arrival.”

Phantom Kid slowly stepped out of the thick smoke and his whole body was displayed in front of the camera.

The reporters flushed with excitement and pressed the shutter frantically.

“Don’t get too excited, I have more important things to do now, so I won’t accept your interview.”, said Phantom Kid jokingly, as he turned again to blend in the thick smoke.

Although the venue has been thrown into chaos, it is difficult to move without being able to see the scene clearly. Everyone can only turn in a limited range, hence, cannot affect the movement of Mathison.

The special lens on Mathison’s right eye helps him see through the obstruction of smoke and move freely in the chaos of the crowd.

“Mike, turn on the ventilation system!”

Kingpin pressed the contact device worn on his ear and contacted Mike.

In the confined environment of the venue, the smoke bombs could last for a long time, but as long as the ventilation system was turned on, the smoke would dissipate in a very short time.

However, Mike’s voice was delayed, and the ventilation system showed no sign of opening.

Kingpin’s face instantly darkened..

“May I ask if you are looking for me, Mr. Fisk, or should I call you … Kingpin?”

Kingpin turned his head to look in surprise.

Mike’s voice unexpectedly came through the thick smoke, accompanied by a sound of footsteps.

“Mike? No, you’re Phantom Kid, right?”

Kingpin’s surprise lasted for a second before disappearing.

“Although I have long known that you can imitate other people’s voices at will, I am still amazed to hear it for the first time.”

“As a magician, you have indeed achieved what others couldn’t, but that is really all you got.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a white figure appeared within Kingpin’s line of sight.

Mathison’s figure could be described as slender, but in front of Kingpin, he looked like a short skinny monkey.

“Phantom Kid, you dared to appear in front of me today, do you know what it means?”

Kingpin addressed Mathison with a sharp voice, with a cold killing intent overflowing from the corner of his eyes.

“Of course I know; it means that your beloved Dresden Green Diamond will no longer belong to you!”

Mathison revealed a contemptuous smile, Kingpin’s killing intent had no effect on him.

“There is one thing I am curious about: not a single smoke bomb can release such thick smoke. How did you manage to release so many smoke bombs without being detected?”

Hearing Kingpin ask this, Mathison laughed happily.

“It’s very simple, just need to modify the look of the smoke bomb.”

Mathison pulled out a flat red object, its color was exactly the same as the venue’s carpet.

“So, you made many small smoke bombs of the same size in advance, and while you were disguised as a certain guest to blend in, you casually threw the smoke bombs on the ground. The bombs are small and have the same color as the carpet, so there is almost no possibility of discovering them.”

As soon as he saw Mathison’s action, Kingpin understood what Phantom Kid had done. In fact, it was a very simple operation, but no one would get it before it is revealed.

“I guess you also specially adjusted the stability of the smoke bomb to ensure that it would not be detonated even if it was stepped on.”

Mathison smiled.

“Mr Fisk, your mind equally amazes me. After all, one really doesn’t associate your look with intelligence.”

This mockery, sugar coated as a praise, made Kingpin’s gloomy face become even more ferocious.

“You’d better prepare your last words.”

Kingpin clenched his fists, clearly intending to use the most direct brute force to kill Kid who dared to offend him.

On the surface, Kingpin looked frighteningly calm, but in fact, his heart had long been burning with rage, so much that he felt his body tingle with heat.

The eyes of Mathison looked at Kingpin’s left hand, where the Dresden Green Diamond was being held.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Phantom Kid will not fail.”

Phantom Kid pulled the top hat on his head, with his iconic mysterious smile, never quitting his face.

“Bang!”

Compared to Mathison’s agility, Kingpin’s should not be so high because of his large body.

Nevertheless, Kingpin showed an amazing speed.

The punch he had thrown produced a sonic boom.

«What a monstrous strength.»

Agility is currently the proudest of Mathison’s physical attributes, his light body slightly dodging Kingpin’s first punch sideways, and smoothly pulled away from Kingpin, the last thing he wanted is to fight Kingpin.

“To be able to dodge this punch, it seems that you are not an ordinary person either.”

“Still, you should be lucky to dodge the next one.”

Kingpin calmly drew back his right fist, his legs fiercely exerted force, and his huge body bounced towards Mathison like a bullet, blasting out a fist of the size of Mathison’s face.

“Okay, shit, that’s scary!”

“Hehe, too bad you can’t hit me.”

Mathison shouted strangely. And likewise, he fired both feet, stomped heavily into the ground and quickly jumped backwards.

“Mr. Fisk, although your fist is powerful, you cannot hit anyone because you’re slow. What good is your power for, then?”

Again, he managed to dodge Kingpin’s blow.

The flamboyant performance of Phantom Kid led Kingpin to become more enraged than ever. He just wanted to crush the head of Phantom Kid on the ground at all cost.

Kingpin craned his neck, slightly bent his knees, looked at Mathison’s position, and leaped up.

The only thing that was heard was the sound of “Teng.” Kingpin’s body, weighing more than two hundred kilograms, was surprisingly up in the air. He heavily smashed down on Mathison.

To Mathison’s shock, he barely dodged it, only to fall into the crowd under the stage.

“Boom!”

Kingpin landed on the ground, laying a majestic punch. The piece of carpet instantly exploded, and a large pit appeared on the floor, with cracks extending for several meters.

Exhaling two mouthfuls of hot air, Kingpin’s seriousness was getting heavier and heavier, and his temper was getting grumpier and grumpier.

“Hey, Kingpin, where are you looking, I’m here!”

“Come here if you have the guts to do so, but I see you are afraid to come down from the stage because you are afraid to let your men see your incompetence!”

Mathison shouted through the crowd, while secretly saying in his mind that it should be almost done.

“Drink!”

Hearing such mockery from Phantom Kid, the veins on Kingpin’s head burst out, and he rushed into the audience with one big step.

He rushed all the way here, not knowing how many of his men and partners he knocked down.

“Boss, we are your men, Phantom Kid is not here, he is over there!”

“Mr. Fisk, calm down, I’m not Phantom Kid!”

Mathison dashed around the venue, constantly mocking Kingpin, stirring up the charity gala in a mess.

“Is that all you do, scurrying around like a bug, Kid?!”

Kingpin yelled angrily while gasping for breath.

“Well, since Mr. Fisk himself wanted to fight me head to head so much, I’ll have to make a fool of myself.”

Phantom Kid put his hands inside his trouser pockets and walked towards Kingpin with a confident smile on his face.

Both of their faces were drenched in sweat, but they did not consume too much energy.