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This lunatic!
Daredevil finally understood.
The person in front of him was a complete and utter lunatic, a madman who lived only in his own World!
"You murderer belong in prison!"
Daredevil gritted his teeth, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
Darian, however, chuckled, his tone flippant: "Don't mention it, I've never actually been to prison. If it weren't for faction restrictions, I'd even want to try this game's bounty system and relive the good old days in Los Santos."
Daredevil's heart sank.
Not only did the other party treat human lives as worthless, but he also regarded law and order as an absurd and ridiculous game!
He must be stopped!
He must not be allowed to act recklessly any longer!
With that thought, Daredevil no longer hesitated.
He leaped from the top of the streetlight, and as he fell, a red short staff whistled from his hand, shooting towards Darian!
Bang!
A gunshot rang out again, the bullet accurately hitting the short staff!
However, the moment the shot fired, Daredevil had landed steadily not far in front of Darian. He tugged with both hands, and the two short staffs, connected by chains at their ends, immediately returned to his hands without any delay. He charged towards Darian at an extremely fast speed!
Bang! Bang!
Darian reacted incredibly quickly, firing two shots in succession!
Daredevil's wrists flicked rapidly, and the short staffs created afterimages in front of him. Two crisp clanging sounds rang out, and the bullets were actually blocked!
"A staff blocking bullets?"
Darian raised an eyebrow.
But then he remembered this was a game made by a superhero company and instantly found it reasonable.
The next moment, Daredevil had closed the distance, his red short staff striking directly at Darian!
He knew Darian's marksmanship was precise, so only close-quarters combat, completely sealing off his space to shoot, could minimize his threat.
Daredevil thought this, preparing to unleash his ultimate skill,'Six Staffs in One Second'... "Thai Boxing Warning!"
Darian let out a low growl, his body surging forward. A fierce front knee strike, like a heavy hammer, slammed into Daredevil's ribs!
[Skill: Thai Boxing Warning]
[Effect: Max-level Thai Boxing techniques]
[Evaluation: One warning, next time it's Thai Boxing!]
This sudden close-range attack caught Daredevil off guard. His ribs took a solid hit, and the immense force twisted his expression, almost making him lose his breath.
He endured the severe pain and fiercely kicked Darian's abdomen, using the momentum to leap backward and create distance between them.
Darian, seizing the opportunity, put away his golden desert eagle and assumed a standard Thai Boxing stance, a playful smirk on his lips: "You dare to play close combat with me? You're quite brave. Don't you know my strength is my highest attribute?"
Daredevil really didn't know.
After all, who would have thought that an archer with god-like marksmanship could also be so strong in close combat!
He was careless!
Daredevil clutched his injured ribs, feeling that some bones might be broken inside. The intense pain almost prevented him from straightening up, and his posture was disheveled.
Looking at Daredevil's pained expression, Darian chuckled, teasing: "What's wrong, Matt Lawyer, your hemorrhoids acting up?"
"!!!"
Daredevil's heart jolted, but he tried his best to maintain composure, his voice deep: "What are you talking about?"
Darian smiled: "Stop pretending, Matt Lawyer, the name above your head already exposed you."
In his vision, Daredevil had a clearly visible name floating above his head: Matt Murdock!
It was the blind lawyer he had met that morning.
Matt's face looked a bit grim.
His extraordinary sensory abilities hadn't detected anything unusual above his head, yet Darian had accurately stated his true identity, even though they had only met once.
He had never revealed to anyone that he was Daredevil, not even his closest friend, Foggy, knew.
Darian looked at Matt's shocked expression, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"I never would have thought, in the morning you're a legal pioneer, but at night you're a pervert who likes to wear tights and wrestle men up close. You play quite wild!"
Matt: "."
I'm fighting crime, how did it completely change in your mouth?
"But I am curious, how can a blind person see things?" Darian asked curiously.
He was certain Matt's eyes were truly sightless, yet this didn't affect his movements at all; in fact, he was more agile and precise than most people. This wasn't how a blind person should act.
"That's none of your business."
Matt's voice returned to its cold tone, and this answer also served as an implicit acknowledgment of his identity.
There was no point in pretending anymore; Darian had clearly confirmed his identity.
Darian shrugged: "Don't be so petty. How about this, you answer my question, and I won't publicize your perverted hobby, how's that?"
This isn't a perverted hobby!
Matt was silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.
"Alright!"
Matt finally agreed to Darian's proposal; he also didn't want to expose the fact that he was Daredevil.
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."
Darian awkwardly lowered his middle finger, a strange sympathy in his eyes.
So sensitive, his nightlife must be quite worrying.
Matt sensed Darian's strange gaze, somewhat puzzled, but he didn't delve into it.
He endured the severe pain in his ribs, his voice low and firm: "Darian, your actions have completely violated the law. It's not too late to surrender now."
Darian chuckled: "What law have I broken?"
"Murder, the evidence is at your feet."
Matt pointed at the cold Hammerhead on the ground.
Darian's eyes widened: "Don't wrongly accuse good people, I, Darian, never kill people. He's just sleeping!"
Matt: "."
The blood is almost a river, and you call that sleeping?
Darian shrugged indifferently: "Besides, a gang leader died, so what? People like him have harmed countless families. Dying a thousand times wouldn't be enough. Handing him over to the law would at most mean a few decades in prison, and if he hired a team of high-priced lawyers, he might even get out early."
Matt clenched his teeth.
As a lawyer, he knew Darian was indeed right.
"Regardless of his identity, his crimes should be judged by the law!" Matt insisted.
Darian 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 will provide a fair resolution."
"Then what if... I killed your friend?"
"For example, that fat guy named Foggy?"
"What would you do then?"
Darian's eyes became incredibly serious, a dangerous curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
Matt's heart suddenly tightened!
He could clearly hear Darian's steady heartbeat; this person was definitely not joking!
He felt that if he spoke his answer, the other party might act on it the next second!
Looking at Matt, who had fallen silent, Darian suddenly felt bored.
Indeed, a blade never feels painful until it cuts you.
A large saber appeared in his hand without warning, and with a swift motion, he brought it down on Hammerhead's neck!
Hmm, now it's under ten kilograms!
Matt was shocked and angry: "Wait! You..."
"Bye-bye, Matt Lawyer, I'll find you to play again when I have time."
Darian waved his hand casually, and his figure, along with the fresh head in his hand, instantly vanished from the spot.
In the cold alley, only a stunned and speechless Matt remained, along with the shocking and headless corpse on the ground.