"Do you... seem to know The Hand very well?" Danny looked thoughtfully at the Stick Monk.
"Trust me, no one knows The Hand better than the Stick Monk." Matt smiled casually. "Your enemy is always the one who knows you best."
"Come to think of it, my investigation found that The Hand has been secretly dealing with some organization."
"We call ourselves the True Pure Society."
"These names are killing me." Jessica was speechless.
"We are the only reason The Hand has not yet won the war. We follow the elders of Kunlun and the immortal Iron Fist."
"The True Pure Society is my army?"
"You could understand it that way." The Stick Monk nodded slightly. "But this generation's Iron Fist has greatly disappointed the True Pure Society.
You were supposed to stand guard in Kunlun, but you abandoned your post at the most critical moment. That gave The Hand an opportunity, and Kunlun suffered terrible casualties.
The same went for the True Pure Society. Before the Catastrophe, I moved most of our members away in advance, but some volunteered to remain and defend the original base. They all died."
"I'm terribly sorry." Danny lowered his head in self-reproach, his eyes full of guilt.
"You're apologizing to me? Have you got the wrong person? You should kneel and repent before those who died because of you.
You betrayed Kunlun's training, Shou Lao's expectations, and everyone's trust in you. Do you really think you can bear the responsibility of the Iron Fist?"
The Stick Monk's words were like sharp blades, each one stabbing into Danny's heart.
But he had no way to shirk responsibility. Any explanation was pale and powerless before the lives lost because he had abandoned his post.
"I've already been doing everything I can to make up for