The chaos in the bar was palpable.
The young man in the cap danced through the barrage of bullets, his dagger reaping lives with ease.
In the dim light, amidst the gunfire, he seemed to thrive, moving like a fish in water.
He danced on the knife's edge, hidden in the shadows.
The dagger traced a silver path, ending lives without hesitation, and the thrill of it all filled him with excitement.
Beast's instinct fully engaged, Leo Bright transformed into a reaper, his senses heightened, perceiving every detail around him.
Bullets never seemed to touch him; he always anticipated them, skillfully dodging each one.
Grandma Chunhua's spirited square dancing had gifted him with agility and body coordination. He could twist his body to the ground at a 30-degree angle and rise instantly.
Master Miyamoto's unique skills honed his unpredictable movements, lending him the stealth of an assassin.
Master Dugu's lessons in confidence and presence fortified his aura.
Abilities that once seemed useless converged, becoming integral to Leo's being.
Even seemingly trivial skills, when accumulated, shone brightly.
The dagger in Leo's hand proved it.
When the lights flickered back on, sixteen bodies lay scattered on the floor.
Each had a slit throat, blood sealing their fate.
The bar reeked of blood.
Strangely, Leo found he liked it. As the warm blood sprayed over him, a voice in his head urged him:
"Kill!"
"Embrace your wildness! Follow your instincts!"
"Destroy everything in your path!"
But Leo stopped.
He knew when to stop. The enemy was defeated, and Beast's instinct couldn't control his mind or decisions.
He was the master of his own mind.
"Leo... Leo Bright... Are you okay?" Skye emerged from under the table, dazed.
When chaos erupted, Leo had pushed her under there to shield her from stray bullets.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Leo flexed his hand, noting the stiffness in his wrist and the soreness in his muscles from the adrenaline-fueled frenzy.
"Young man... where are you from?" Daddy's hand trembled as he gripped his cane and sword. He hadn't seen such prowess in years.
"Thanks for your protection, Daddy. It doesn't matter where I'm from. I just know my homeland is China," Leo said, removing his cap and tossing it aside.
Luckily, he wore it; otherwise, he'd be drenched in blood.
"Thank you for stepping in, mysterious stranger. Want a drink? Daddy's got the best in Hell's Kitchen," the old man offered.
"Uh... I'm underage, and the law says I can't drink."
"But then again, this is Hell's Kitchen, right?"
In the old man's tavern, two workers dragged the bodies outside.
Skye chatted with Daddy's daughter, both having experienced a hair-raising night.
Daddy, Daredevil, and Leo shared drinks.
"To Hell's Kitchen."
"To Hell's Kitchen."
"To Hell's Kitchen."
"Though I can't see you, I can tell you're not a bad guy," Daredevil, Matt Murdock, said with a smile, sipping his drink. He coughed lightly, aggravating his wounds, causing blood to seep through.
"How do you handle not going to the hospital?" Leo asked.
"Daddy's daughter has some medical skills; she usually helps me out."
"I've been hurt before, but not this time," Matt replied.
"I heard you stormed their port and took out over a dozen men?" Leo inquired.
"I didn't kill anyone. I'm a Catholic. They brought in 20 tons of drugs. I was destroying them when I got caught," Matt explained.
"I don't get the superhero mindset—fighting crime without killing seems like self-inflicted guilt," Leo mused.
"If I kill, I'm no different from them. I won't stop you from killing, and I can't. It's not hypocrisy; it's just something I can't reconcile within myself," Matt admitted.
"Matt, if you don't kill, no one will fear you. Criminals will run rampant, and it's all because of your mercy," Daddy scolded.
"Maybe... but I'll stick to my beliefs." Matt took a sip.
"What about these bodies? Will they cause trouble, Daddy?" Leo asked.
"There will be issues, but nothing too big. Fisk's father was a friend. He won't touch me," the old man chuckled, downing his drink, reminiscing about his youth.
"What's Fisk like?" Leo pressed.
"He's a businessman, a hero," Daddy said, lighting a cigar and exhaling a smoke ring.
"There's a saying about him in Hell's Kitchen," Daddy added.
"What is it?" Leo asked.
"The underworld runs like a business... and its head and board of directors are... Wilson Fisk!" Daddy replied.
"Quite the ego," Leo muttered.
"Yeah, but I'll catch him," Matt declared confidently.
Fighting Fisk was part of his daily routine. Matt was blind, and so was his justice.
The three talked late into the night, quickly becoming friends through adversity.
An old Ford slowly pulled away from Hell's Kitchen.
"This is far enough. Thanks," Leo said, as he and Skye stepped out of Daddy's car.
"You've given me a new perspective tonight. Sometimes I wonder if you're still the neighbor I thought I knew," Skye said, looking up at Leo with curiosity.
"Should I introduce myself again, my lady?"
The golden watch hands ticked toward midnight. Leo admired the exaggerated watch, a trophy from the night, contemplating its worth.
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