Shadow of the Hand

The night belonged to Daredevil. The demon who made all of Hell's Kitchen tremble only appeared after dark, intimidating everyone here.

Because Matt Murdock still had to work during the day.

With a brutally violent style, he smashed the gang member fighting him to the ground unconscious, then the second, then the third. After a string of intense close-quarters combat, Matt knocked every gangster to the floor, then helplessly looked toward the window—though he could not actually see.

"You're just going to watch me fight from outside and not step in at all?"

"You looked like you had things under control, so I didn't want to interrupt."

Of course, it was Peter hanging upside down outside. With a flip, he landed inside the room and casually glanced over the men who had been thoroughly beaten. "Almost all of them have broken bones. You controlled your strength pretty well."

"I have to regulate my force at all times. I need to make sure they learn a sufficient lesson without killing anyone."

After glancing at the men, Matt made a suggestion. "I'll take what I came for, then how about we talk on the rooftop?"

"What about these guys? Aren't we calling the police?"

"This is Hell's Kitchen. Trust me, this beating is more effective than any cop. Besides, the police in Hell's Kitchen won't respond to calls at this hour."

After explaining the reality of Hell's Kitchen, Matt leaped out the window, fired one end of the staff in his hand upward, and swung away on its cable. Peter looked at the pitiful men, added another layer of webbing to restrain them, then jumped out the window as well. He fired webbing behind himself, stuck it to the edge of the wall, and used both arms to launch himself onto the