[CENTER][img]http://i.imgur.com/Sx8XB5R.png[/img][/center] "Dr. Zhoria, if there is ever anything you need, allow me to --" began Fisk, his eyes much softer than usual, his gaze cushioned by gratitude. "-- Mr. Fisk, I don't need your charity as you know very well," interrupted the doctor. Dr. Zhoria was an aging man with a scraggly white beard, and balding head. His teeth were yellowed and crooked and his hair was disheveled. He was rather lanky for his height of 5"8, and in spite of how Fisk towered over him, Zhoria stood unflinching, looking the hulk of a man straight in the eyes. The two sat in a plain and white doctor's room, the decor of the room dull and simple. Wilson Fisk stood across from the doctor, with the doctor across from him holding a clipboard with his wife Vanessa's results. They had come out negative on any symptoms, meaning Dr. Zhoria had done his work; it seemed almost like he was a miracle sent to Fisk from the heavens. It had been a month since this man had somehow saved his wife, and Fisk still did not know how he had done it. That was fine with Fisk, he was just glad to not be in constant anxiety and fear over what would happen to the love of his life. The symptoms were still testing back negative, and that meant that she was in full remission; for this, Fisk was in great gratitude to the doctor. "Doctor, I am not trying to give you charity. I just wish to show you my deep gratitude for all you have done for me and my Vanessa," pleaded Fisk. "Mr. Fisk, you are a man who never wants anything handed to you, and I recognize that. I myself am very similar to you in that way, so perhaps you could recognize as well, that you do note owe me anything, Mr. Fisk." Fisk stuttered, but understood that the Doctor was stubborn, and just nodded solemnly. He put his hand on Dr. Zhoria's shoulders, looked directly into his eyes, "Thank you Doctor, thank you," he said very firmly. "Think nothing of it Mr. Fisk, honestly," Dr. Zohria replied. --- Wilson and his business partner Wah Chang sat in a busy Chinese restaurant; the locale was extremely crowded, with waiters bustling back and forth and loud chatter permeated the building. The place served Chinese comfort food, and was recommended to Fisk by his bodyguard James. The man across from him, Wah Chang, was a leader of the Broken Tooth Koi triad, a very powerful Chinese gang. Wah Chang had requested to meet with Fisk in order to discuss possibilities of expansions into America. Fisk eagerly obliged, recognizing this opportunity to add powerful allies to his toolkit. "断了的牙齿锦鲤将是你必须提供，菲斯克先生什么很感兴趣..." [i][sub]"The Broken Tooth Koi would be very interested in what you have to offer, Mr. Fisk."[/sub][/i] Fisk, a man of many tongues, recognized the Cantonese dialect, and responded with some Chinese of his own saying, "是的，张先生，我们为好，会迷恋有你." [i][sub]"Yes, Mr. Chang, and we as well, would be enamored to have you."[/sub][/i] Chang nodded in approval at Fisk's clear consummate ability in the foreign language, and began again in English this time, his accent rather apparent, "Your willingness to meet me here in such a public place shows to me you have great confidence Mr. Fisk." "Meeting the public eye is an acquired taste. Now, allow us to drop these pleasantries, allow us to get right into this," said Fisk, not wasting any time. Upon seeing Chang nodding, Fisk continued, "The Belcastros, the Irish Mob, the Cartel... they've all seemingly infested what was once my... my kingdom, if you will. However, as you've probably heard, Mr. Chang, the King is returning, and I will not tolerate these brigands. As you may have heard, I have already made way with the Belcastros, and I've got my eyes on the Irish Mob next. You have a choice in front of you, Mr. Chang, and my question for you is whether you will choose the correct side." "It seems to me there is only one correct choice." "Good," Fisk curtly. Fisk extended his hand in welcome to the leader of the Broken Tooth Koi, and Mr. Wah Chang promptly shook it.