Golden Dagger Gang

Chapter 4:

In the middle of a platform, two figures could be seen fighting. One of them was a bulky middle aged man around 1.9 meters tall, with a scar on his face, while the other was no more than 1.4 meters, it was a boy with styled black and void black eyes with a calculating expression.

It was Michael, for the past year he has received training from Doberman. Doberman is a loyal person to the Goodman family, also the sole bodyguard of Frank.

Doberman with his towering figure launched a front kick directly at Michael's stomach. Michael dodged and immediately kicked Doberman with the point of his foot directly at his liver, causing Doberman to move sideways and clutch the side of his stomach with his hand.

Michael didn't use any of his powers, only his physical attributes, but due to his body being made out of dimensional energy, whenever he grows, his body also gets tempered.

So even though he's only twelve, he had the force of a normal adult.

"You always manage to surprise me young master, but don't think you are still ready to win against me." Doberman exclaimed and approached Michael with fast steps.

Doberman threw punches at Michael's face, without regard of breaking a nose or two.

The battle was getting one sided, Michael was forced to cross his arms and defend the punches.

Doberman clasped his hands together, and swung them down towards the head of Michael.

"That's enough!" A sudden voice entered Doberman's ears and he immediately stopped and turned toward that voice.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I got too excited." Doberman scratched the back of his head.

"You know that Michael is only nine right?" It was Marylin who spoke.

"I'm fine mother, I asked him not to hold back, he is the only one who can beat me here." Michael said.

Marylin looked at the state of Michael's clothes and sighed, "Get dressed, your father asked for you to go on a business meeting with him."

"Alright." Michael nodded.

For the past year Michael has studied his ass off. He knew that in world such as Marvel, strength without knowledge was pointless. But that's not all he did, he also sparred with Doberman a lot and made techniques of his own.

And most importantly, his dimensional powers had received a huge buff.

He created an ability almost the same as telekinesis.

With his dimension control, he could control the dimension of an object. By moving that dimension he could say that it was telekinesis.

He called this ability Dimensional Telekinesis.

But that's not all. During these two years he also incorporated dimensional energy to his attacks.

For example he would cover his fists with dimensional energy, which gave a boost in power and also distortion properties.

He also learned to shoot dimensional energy as projectiles, but still had little control over it.

For example he could make a blob of energy and control it 100 meters around him. But if he made a sword out of it, he could only maintain it for a second.

Even with a year of practice, he still hadn't reached the level he wanted.

But with time, he can achieve it.

…

After Michael took a shower, he put on some clothes. Black pants, and a black shirt, he unbuttoned the last two buttons on his neck and looked at the mirror.

His hair flowed naturally at both side, more towards one than the other, his baby fat was still there, but his mature look and calm gaze would mistake his actual age. The void black eyes were mesmerizing to look and never changing.

"Ready." Michale muttered and then headed downstairs, where Frank was waiting for him.

"Let's go." Frank said.

"Where are we going?" Michael asked him.

"Hell's Kitchen."

Michael's eyes widened a bit. He knew that Hell's Kitchen was a dangerous place, Kingpin, Jessica Jones and many other people with unnatural abilities resided in that place. Especially Killgrave who had the ability to make anyone do however he pleases.

Michael wasn't afraid of him because because of his authority, but the same doesn't go with Frank, who he had grown close to:

"Who are we meeting?" Michael asked.

"We'll be meeting with the Golden Daggers Gang, they wished to see me so we can form a partnership. I want you to come so you understand with what kinds of people you'll be dealing with.."

Frank fixed the collar of his shirt and wore a coat.

Michael proceeded to wear a black jacket and headed out.

When he got outside, he saw dozens of cars parked.

When he traveled outside of his mansion, Michael always had a minimum of three cars following around to protect him, but now he saw more than 10 of them, ready to go.

"You will go on a car separate from mine." Frank said to Michael and headed to another car, while Michael was guided to another.

Click!

"Don't remove your seatbelt young master."

Michael got strapped and the car started moving.

'The Goodman family may not be the strongest family, but they are the richest. For Frank to be this cautious, just who the hell are the Golden Daggers gang?' Michael pondered as massaged his chin.

…

The road didn't take longer than 10 minutes. Michael got outside the car and looked around. He saw warehouses around. The surroundings were bleak. The whole place was closed from other parts of the city, it truly felt like a secret hideout.

'As expected of Hell's Kitchen."

Trank! Trank!

Frank also got out of the car and neared towards Michael with Doberman to his side.

"They're as arrogant as ever it's been said sir." Doberman looked enraged.

"Calm down, they'll be here soon." Frank looked carefree as he lit up a cigar.

Wroom Wrooooom! Wroom!

Speaking of the devil, motorcycles made their way to the scene.

Their number was about the same as the Goodmans.

In front of all motorcycle was their leader.

Click!

He parked the motorcycle and so did the others behind him.

The leader's name is Ricard, he's in his late twenties. His hair are styled into a mohawk and his teeth are golden along with his sunglasses. He truly resembles a delinquent through and through.

"Hello Mr. Goodman, how's business doing?" Rickard spoke with his hands on his pockets. He had a gold t-shirt on tucked in his pants, showcasing the golden gun on his belt.

Frank took a puff of his cigar and said, "Very well, but why don't we cut the chitchat and get to business."

"Haha, I was told you are like this. Okay then, the proposal is like this, you sell us chemicals at a discount of 20% and we'll have a good relationship. Everyone's happy and all that crap. What do you think?"

"Hah- even Chuck doesn't get such advantages and I've been friends with him for over twenty years."

Ricard presented a dissatisfied expression at Frank's remark, "Do you think using the name of the Razors is going to scare me of, you think I don't know who their enemy is?"

"Say I don't do this deal, what can you do?" Frank was displeased at Ricard's threat.

The Razors led by Chuck are a street gang who have been established to hell's kitchen for a long time, they had a lot of enemies, but the scariest, without a doubt was…

"Do you really think the Punisher is going to trust you?" Frank asked.

Michael however was shocked.

'What the hell is going on? This is too early for the punisher to come out. Is this another parallel reality?' Hundred kinds of thoughts coursed through Michael's brain to understand what was happening.

'Is this the comics?'

The comics of Marvel were vastly different to the Cinematic Marvel. The power levels of the cinematic marvel were pitiful compared to the comics.

They were so pitiful that even the 8 years old Michael had a shot against Captain America, but this changes things. In the comics, there are a lot of beings who can wipe a planet with a wave of a hand if they please, some able to destroy a universe.

"He'll trust me when I hire him under a fake alias." Ricard grinned.

"Just who do you work for? A slightly above ordinary gang like yours is not privy to such information." Frank narrowed his eyes.

"Heh, people know him as the king of the underworld, some know him as a manipulator. I'm sure you can figure it out. "

Both Frank and Michael understood who he was talking about… Kingpin.

However Frank was more nervous than Michael. Because Kingpin never liked them, always looking to take advantage of the Goodman Family.

"And it's quite cocky of you to bring a child with you, are you sure he won't have trauma with involving him in all of this?" Ricard finally took notice of Michael and grinned.

Meanwhile Michael just looked at Ricard bored.

He could wipe this guy out of existence whenever he wants.

[A lot of characters will appear way before the canon, so don't expect too much of canon and ….timeline.

Also wanted to say thank you for the power stonez till now, even though we're not appearing in the power rankings due to reasons unknown to me. I'll soon make a bonus chapter-power stonez exchange]