"This madman!"
Night Devil saw it clearly now.
The person in front of him was a complete madman, a lunatic who lived only in his own World!
"You murderer belong in prison!"
Night Devil gritted his teeth, his voice filled with suppressed rage.
Du Mu, however, chuckled, his tone flippant: "Don't even mention it, I've never actually been to prison. If it weren't for faction restrictions, I'd even want to try out this game's wanted system and relive those happy times in Los Santos."
Night Devil's heart sank.
Not only did the other party treat human lives as dirt, but he also regarded law and order as an absurd and ridiculous game!
He must be stopped!
He must not be allowed to act so recklessly anymore!
With that thought, Night Devil no longer hesitated.
He suddenly leaped from the top of the streetlamp, and as he fell, a red short staff whistled from his hand towards Du Mu!
Bang!
A gunshot rang out again, the bullet accurately striking down the short staff!
However, the moment the shot fired, Night Devil had landed steadily not far in front of Du Mu. He pulled with both hands, and the two downed short staffs, connected by chains at their ends, immediately returned to his hands without any delay. His entire body charged towards Du Mu at an extremely fast speed!
Bang! Bang!
Du Mu reacted extremely quickly, firing two shots in succession!
Night Devil's wrists flicked rapidly, and the short staffs created afterimages in front of him. Two crisp clanging sounds rang out as the bullets were actually blocked!
"Blocking bullets with staffs?"
Du Mu raised an eyebrow.
But then, remembering this was a game made by a superhero company, he instantly found it reasonable.
The next moment, Night Devil had closed in, his red short staffs aimed directly at Du Mu!
He knew Du Mu's marksmanship was precise, and only by engaging in close-quarters combat, completely sealing off his space to shoot, could he minimize his threat.
Night Devil thought this, just as he was about to unleash his signature technique, "Six Staffs in One Second"…
"Thai Boxing Warning!"
Du Mu let out a low shout, charging forward abruptly, a fierce front knee strike, like a heavy hammer, crashing into Night Devil's ribs!
[Skill: Thai Boxing Warning]
[Effect: Max-level Thai Boxing Technique]
[Rating: One warning, next time Thai Boxing!]
This sudden close-quarters strike caught Night Devil off guard. He took a solid hit to the ribs, the immense force causing his vision to black out, almost making him lose his breath.
He endured the intense pain, kicking Du Mu hard in the abdomen, using the force to leap backward and create distance between them.
Du Mu took the opportunity to put away his golden desert eagle, adopting a standard Thai Boxing fighting stance, a playful smirk on his lips: "You dare to play close combat with me? You're very brave, aren't you? Don't you know my Strength is my highest attribute?"
Matt Lawyer really didn't know.
After all, who would have thought that a sharpshooter with god-like marksmanship could also be so strong in close combat!
He was careless!
Night Devil clutched his injured ribs, feeling that some bones might have broken. The severe pain made it almost impossible for him to straighten up, his posture disheveled.
Looking at Night Devil's pained expression, Du Mu chuckled, teasing: "What's wrong, Matt Lawyer, hemorrhoids acting up?"
"!!!"
Night Devil was greatly shocked, but he tried his best to maintain his composure, his voice low: "What are you talking about?"
Du Mu laughed: "Stop pretending, Matt Lawyer, the name above your head already gave you away."
In his vision, Night Devil had a clearly visible name above his head: Matt Murdock!
It was the blind lawyer he had met that morning.
Matt Lawyer's face was somewhat grim.
His extraordinary senses hadn't detected anything unusual above his head, yet Du Mu had accurately stated his true identity, even though they had only met once.
He had never revealed to anyone that he was Night Devil, not even his closest friend, Foggy.
Du Mu looked at Matt Lawyer's shocked expression, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"Who would've thought, in the morning you're a legal pioneer, but at night you're a pervert who likes to wear tight suits and engage in close combat with men. You play it pretty wild!"
Matt Lawyer: "..."
I'm fighting crime, how did it completely change meaning in your mouth?
"But I am curious, how can you, a blind man, see things?" Du Mu asked curiously.
He was certain Matt Lawyer's eyes were truly blind, but this didn't affect his movements at all; in fact, he was even more agile and precise than most people, which wasn't typical for a blind person.
"That's none of your business."
Matt Lawyer's voice returned to its cold tone, and this answer was also an implicit acknowledgment of his identity.
There was no other way; Du Mu had clearly confirmed his identity, so there was no point in pretending any longer.
Du Mu shrugged: "Don't be so stingy. How about this: you answer my question, and I won't publicize your perverted hobby, how does that sound?"
This isn't a perverted hobby!
Matt Lawyer was silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.
"Alright!"
Matt Lawyer finally agreed to Du Mu's proposal; he also didn't want to expose the fact that he was Night Devil.
He slowly began: "I truly cannot see, but my sensory abilities far exceed those of ordinary people. I can perceive changes in the surrounding environment and the movement of objects… Put down your middle finger. I told you, I can feel it."
"Uh, no other meaning, just curious to try."
Du Mu awkwardly lowered his middle finger, a strange hint of sympathy in his eyes.
So sensitive, his nightlife must be a concern.
Matt Lawyer felt Du Mu's strange gaze, somewhat puzzled, but he didn't delve deeper.
He endured the intense pain in his ribs, his voice low and firm: "Du Mu, your actions have completely broken the law. It's still not too late to surrender now."
Du Mu chuckled: "What law have I broken?"
"Murder. The evidence is right at your feet."
Matt Lawyer pointed at the cold Hammer Head on the ground.
Du Mu's eyes widened: "Don't accuse an innocent person. I, Du Mu, never kill anyone. He's just sleeping!"
Matt Lawyer: "..."
The blood is practically a river, and you call that sleeping?
Du Mu shrugged indifferently: "Besides, a gang leader died, so what? This kind of person has ruined countless families; dying a thousand times wouldn't be enough. If handed over to the law, he'd at most be locked up for a few decades, and if he hired a team of high-priced lawyers, he might even get out early."
Matt Lawyer gritted his teeth.
As a lawyer, he knew Du Mu was indeed correct.
"Regardless of his identity, his crimes should be judged by the law!" Matt Lawyer insisted.
Du Mu suddenly asked: "What if he killed your friend? Would you still insist on handing him over to the law?"
Matt Lawyer paused, then nodded: "I believe the law will provide a fair resolution."
"And what if… I killed your friend?"
"For example, that fat guy named Foggy?"
"What would you do then?"
Du Mu's eyes became incredibly serious, a dangerous curve on his lips.
Matt Lawyer's heart suddenly tightened!
He could clearly hear Du Mu's steady heartbeat; this person was definitely not joking!
He felt that as soon as he spoke his answer, the other party might act on it the very next second!
Looking at the silent Matt Lawyer, Du Mu suddenly felt bored.
Indeed, until the blade cuts oneself, one never knows the pain.
A large knife appeared in his hand without warning, and with a swift motion, he brought it down on Hammer Head's neck!
Hmm, this way it'll be under ten kilograms!
Matt Lawyer was shocked and angry: "Wait! You…"
"Bye-bye, Matt Lawyer, I'll look for you to play again sometime."
Du Mu waved his hand casually, his figure, along with the fresh head in his hand, instantly vanishing from the spot.
In the cold alley, only a stunned and speechless Matt Lawyer remained, along with the shocking and gruesome headless corpse on the ground.