[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: The Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1085883,1417,"Chapter 2","marvel-the-villain-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Jason’s scalp prickled, his facial muscles tightened, and cold sweat trickled down his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frozen for a few seconds, he forced a casual laugh. \"Boss, that’s one hell of a joke. Everyone in New York’s underworld knows she is your woman. I wouldn’t dare, not with ten lives to spare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\" Kingpin’s voice was chilling, devoid of warmth. \"Yet on the third day I left New York, you and Vanessa had a candlelit dinner at a British restaurant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fourth day, you two went shopping on Fifth Avenue and visited an art exhibit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fifth day, you went to Vanessa’s place, showed off your cooking, and gave her a box of her favorite milk chocolates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kingpin’s words were slow, steady, and emotionless, but their content made Jason’s heart leap into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swore to God he hadn’t told a soul about his fling with Vanessa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, he’d gone out fully disguised—sunglasses, mask, hat, the whole deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took cabs, never his own car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paid cash, never credit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been as discreet as possible, yet Kingpin had found out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s face grew grim, his pulse racing, his other hand clenching into a fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, you and Vanessa spent the whole afternoon in that room. So, Jason, tell me now—how was it fucking her?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kingpin’s final words hit, the crushing weight on Jason’s shoulders vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear was pointless now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kingpin’s right-hand man for years, Jason knew him better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no middle ground left—just life or death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha!\" Jason gripped the phone, laughing with a manic edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Want the answer, Kingpin?\" His laughter faded as he brought the phone to his lips, voice low. \"The answer is... screwing your woman felt fucking incredible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crash erupted from the other end—probably Kingpin flipping a table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FUCK YOU, Jason!\" Kingpin roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shook his head, picturing Kingpin like an enraged lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, and Vanessa said you’re garbage in bed, like some clueless virgin. Imagine if I let that slip—New York would lose its mind. The legendary Kingpin, a fucking virgin! Hahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FUCK YOU! You’re done! You’re dead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kingpin was unraveling, teetering on the edge of madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last guy who pissed him off this bad had his head crushed in a car door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jason wasn’t scared—he piled on more. \"Yeah? I’m still kicking. Come get me through the radio, big guy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More crashes and bangs came through the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, Kingpin reined in his fury, panting heavily. \"Don’t get cocky, Jason. I’ve sent the Vladimir brothers after you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s brow furrowed. He rushed to the window, flung it open, and looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five black Chevy vans screeched to a stop on the avenue below, a few dozen meters from the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doors swung open, and over twenty masked, armed thugs spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, they should be there by now,\" Kingpin said smugly. \"But I’m starting to regret this. So, Jason... run. Run fast. Don’t let the Vladimir brothers kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I swear to God, I’ll find you myself, crush every bone in your body, and shove your filthy cock in a meat grinder...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck your mother!\" Jason cursed, then smashed the phone against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legendary Nokia shattered into pieces, leaving a dent in the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding! Mission triggered: Escape the Russian mafia’s pursuit. Reward: 500 Villain Points.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Friendly reminder: Enemies will arrive in 30 seconds.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks for the fucking tip!\" Jason snapped, sprinting into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been wondering why Kingpin was so talkative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought the betrayal had broken him, made him ramble. But no—the bastard was stalling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a muscle-bound moron, but he was sharper than anyone. Jason had fallen for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bedroom, he shed his bathrobe and started dressing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow, I could stare at your body forever,\" Vanessa said, awake now, sitting on the bed, eyes locked on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she said, Jason’s physique was a visual feast—broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, abs like steel, every muscle carved like a sculpture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what captivated her most were the scars crisscrossing his body—gunshots, knife wounds, bruises from fists and clubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her favorite thing was lying on his chest, tracing those scars, listening to their stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop drooling,\" Jason said, pulling on his clothes. \"Kingpin knows about us. The hit squad’s almost here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\" Vanessa’s face paled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could say more, Jason grabbed the mattress and flipped it. She tumbled to the floor, tangled in the sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FUCK YOU, Jason!\" She cursed, clutching her head, ready to let loose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored her, pulling a shotgun from under the bed frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened, words dying in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underworld was high-risk—getting cornered or ambushed was part of the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a top player, Jason always had a backup plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the bed was an arsenal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun *1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- Colt M4A1 carbine *1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- Beretta M9 pistols *2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- Three magazines per gun, fully loaded\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- MK3A2 offensive grenades *2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- SOV-3000 full-protection ballistic vest *1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- 80-meter high-strength rappelling rope *1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>- Bulging black duffel bag *1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason slipped on the 8-kilogram vest, pre-fitted with three ceramic plates, Level 4 protection, capable of stopping armor-piercing rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was calm, but Vanessa was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of their afternoon romp happening above a cache of grenades sent a chill through her, her body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madmen. They’re all fucking lunatics. She needed to stay far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face dark, she grabbed her clothes, wrapped the sheet around herself, and bolted barefoot from the apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kingpin’s woman, the Vladimir brothers wouldn’t dare touch her.\u003C\u002Fp>",940,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.181Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.364Z",1,"novelbin.me","f0aed8aeb85dd1a4a8969b48d26250890c1da0474b399e71dbd83b6918b9c26a","marvel-the-villain-chapter-3","marvel-the-villain-chapter-1",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]