The madman!
Daredevil finally saw it clearly.
The person before him was a complete and utter lunatic, a maniac who lived only in his own world!
"You're a murderer and belong in jail!"
Daredevil gritted his teeth, his voice laced with suppressed fury.
Du Mu, however, chuckled, his tone flippant: "Don't mention it, I've never been to jail. If it weren't for the faction restrictions, I'd seriously consider trying out this game's wanted system to relive the good old days in Los Santos."
Daredevil's heart sank.
The man not only treated human lives as worthless but also regarded law and order as an absurdly laughable game!
He must be stopped!
He absolutely could not be allowed to run wild any longer!
With that thought, Daredevil didn't hesitate.
He leaped down from the top of the lamppost. As he descended, a red billy club whistled as it shot towards Du Mu!
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot erupted again, the bullet accurately hitting and knocking the club out of the air!
However, the instant the shot rang out, Daredevil had landed firmly not far in front of Du Mu. He yanked his arms, and the two downed clubs instantly returned to his hands, connected by a chain at the ends, without any delay. He rushed toward Du Mu with incredible speed!
Bang! Bang!
Du Mu reacted swiftly, firing two shots in quick succession!
Daredevil's wrist flickered, the clubs drawing blurs in front of him. Two crisp clanking sounds echoed as the bullets were actually blocked!
"A stick blocking bullets?"
Du Mu raised an eyebrow.
But then, realizing this was a game made by a superhero company, he instantly found it reasonable.
The next moment, Daredevil had closed the distance, his red billy clubs aimed right at Du Mu!
He knew Du Mu was an expert marksman, so only close-quarters combat, completely sealing off the space for him to fire, could minimize the threat.
Daredevil thought this as he prepared to execute his signature move, the "Six-Strokes-in-a-Second"...
"Muay Thai Warning!"
Du Mu let out a low shout, his body surging forward. A ferocious front knee-strike slammed into Daredevil's ribs like a heavy hammer!
[Skill: Muay Thai Warning]
[Effect: Max-level Muay Thai Technique]
[Assessment: One warning, next time it's full Muay Thai!]
This sudden close-range assault caught Daredevil off guard. His ribs took the full impact, the immense force causing his face to twist in pain and nearly knocking the wind out of him.
He endured the severe pain, fiercely kicked Du Mu's abdomen, and used the force to leap backward, creating distance between the two.
Du Mu took the opportunity to pocket his Golden Desert Eagle and assume a standard Muay Thai fighting stance, a playful smirk on his lips: "You're brave to try close combat with me. Don't you know Strength is my highest attribute?"
Daredevil genuinely didn't know.
After all, who would have thought that an archer with god-like marksmanship would also have such potent close-quarters combat abilities!
He'd been careless!
Daredevil clutched his injured ribs, feeling that several bones might be broken. The intense pain made it nearly impossible for him to stand straight, his posture a wreck.
Watching Daredevil's painful struggle, Du Mu lightheartedly teased: "What's wrong, Lawyer Matt? Did your hemorrhoids flare up?"
"!!!"
Daredevil's heart jolted, but he strained to maintain his composure on the surface, his voice low: "What are you talking about?"
Du Mu smiled: "Stop pretending, Lawyer Matt. The name above your head already gave you away."
In his view, a clearly visible name floated above Daredevil's head: Matt Murdock!
It was the blind lawyer he had met this morning.
Matt's expression turned 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 hadn't revealed he was Daredevil to anyone, not even his closest friend, Foggy.
Du Mu looked at Matt's shocked expression and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"I never would've thought! In the morning, you're a legal eagle, but at night, you're a pervert who likes to wear a tight suit and get into intimate wrestling matches with men. Quite the lifestyle, huh?"
Matt: "..."
I'm fighting crime! Why does it sound so completely warped when you say it?
"But I am curious, how can a blind man like you see?" Du Mu asked curiously.
He was sure Matt's eyes were genuinely sightless, yet this didn't hinder his actions at all. He was even more agile and accurate than most people—not the behavior expected of a blind person.
"That is none of your concern."
Matt's voice returned to its cold tone. This answer was tantamount to admitting his identity.
There was no point in pretending anymore; Du Mu clearly knew who he was.
Du Mu shrugged: "Don't be so stingy. How about this: you answer my question, and I won't publicize your perverted hobby. Deal?"
This is not a perverted hobby!
Matt was silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.
"Fine!"
Matt finally agreed to Du Mu's proposal; he also didn't want the fact that he was Daredevil exposed.
He spoke slowly: "I am indeed sightless, but my sensory abilities are far beyond ordinary. I can perceive changes in the surrounding environment and the movement of objects... Put down your middle finger. I said I can sense it."
"Uh, no offense intended, I was just curious to test it."
Du Mu awkwardly lowered his middle finger, a strange flicker of pity in his eyes.
So sensitive. His nightlife must be quite problematic.
Matt sensed Du Mu's strange gaze but didn't dwell on it, not quite understanding.
He suppressed the sharp pain in his ribs, his voice low and firm: "Du Mu, your actions have completely broken the law. It's not too late to turn yourself in now."
Du Mu laughed: "What law did I break?"
"Murder. The evidence is right at your feet."
Matt pointed at the lifeless Hammerhead on the ground.
Du Mu widened his eyes: "Don't go slandering good people! I, Du Mu, never kill anyone. He's just taking a nap!"
Matt: "..."
There's practically a river of blood flowing here! You call this sleeping?
Du Mu dismissively pursed his lips: "Besides, so what if a gang leader dies? This kind of person has ruined countless families; dying a thousand times wouldn't be enough. Hand him over to the law, and he'd get maybe a few decades at most. If he hires a team of high-priced lawyers, he might even get out early."
Matt gritted his teeth.
As a lawyer, he knew Du Mu was unfortunately correct.
"No matter his identity, his crimes should be judged by the law!" Matt insisted.
Du Mu suddenly asked: "What if he killed your friend? Would you still insist on handing him over to the law?"
Matt paused, then nodded: "I believe the law would deliver a fair resolution."
"And what if... I killed your friend?"
"Say, that fatty named Foggy?"
"What would you do then?"
Du Mu's eyes grew incredibly serious, a dangerous curve twisting his lips.
Matt's heart instantly constricted!
He could distinctly hear Du Mu's steady heartbeat; this person was absolutely not joking!
He felt that the moment he spoke his answer, the other party might act upon it the next second!
Watching Matt fall silent, Du Mu felt a sudden lack of interest.
Sure enough, you never truly understand the pain until the knife is held to your own neck.
A large saber materialized in his hand without warning, and he brought it down swiftly against Hammerhead's neck!
Hmm, now the evidence is under ten kilograms!
Matt was shocked and furious: "Wait! You—"
"Bye-bye, Lawyer Matt. I'll drop by and see you again sometime."
Du Mu waved casually, his figure, along with the fresh head in his hand, vanishing instantly from the spot.
In the cold alley, all that remained were a stunned, speechless Matt and the gruesome, headless corpse on the ground.
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