Phil Coulson

"So boring!" Saitama's usual dopey, cute, and vacant expression remained. Although he often acted with Matt, they only ever dealt with common thugs and hooligans, or at most, some particularly fierce guys. But that so-called fierceness was only relative to ordinary people.

Saitama always ended things with a single punch, so naturally, it made him feel bored. Saitama even started to miss his life in the world where monsters ran rampant. Although eating could be a problem every day in that world, he would still encounter some strange beings.

Alright, even though those strange beings could also be killed with a single punch, they still felt different from ordinary thugs and hooligans.

Of course, Saitama was only thinking about it. Because even if there were strange beings, he still wouldn't encounter any evenly matched ones. Every time, it was still a single punch. And although this world was equally boring, at least he wouldn't go hungry. Plus, he could eat meat every day and play many games he had never played before.

Listening to Saitama's lament, Skye raised an eyebrow: "Don't you go out being a hero every day? Why are you still bored?"

"Well, I do go out being a hero every day, and I am a hero for fun. But it's always these small-time thugs, it's so boring, there's no excitement at all. Isn't there a powerful enemy I can have a good fight with?" Saitama couldn't help but complain.

Hearing this, Skye couldn't help but roll her eyes. She always felt like Saitama was bragging when he said things like that, as if he were that amazing.

Okay, Skye had to admit, Saitama was indeed very strong, but Saitama couldn't possibly be the strongest in the world, right?

"Saitama, just how strong are you?" Skye couldn't help but ask.

"How strong? I don't know. I just remember that after I went bald, no matter what kind of strange being I encountered, I could kill them with a single punch. Since then, I haven't encountered an evenly matched opponent, not even one who could take two of my punches," Saitama looked down at his fists.

"Went bald? Aren't you naturally bald? I mean, someone with a receding hairline is only bald in the middle, so I thought you were born bald." Skye looked at Saitama's shiny bald head, tempted to touch it a few times. Unfortunately, Saitama was very protective of his head, and the big bald head wouldn't let girls touch it.

"How could I be naturally bald? I used to have thick, black hair," Saitama thought of his past hair and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He remembered running under the sunset that day; that was his lost hair.

Skye stared at Saitama, looking him up and down. Seeing Saitama's bald head, she couldn't help but imagine what Saitama would look like with hair, but she couldn't seem to picture it at all. It was as if baldness was the most suitable hairstyle for him.

Being stared at by Skye, Saitama felt a bit uncomfortable. He shook his head and couldn't help but sigh again: "So boring!"

"Bored? Right, why hasn't Matt come to find you today?"

"Matt? Oh, I forgot to tell you, Matt said that Kingpin's subordinates have been lying low and hiding recently, so he's taking a break for a while," Saitama explained. This was also why Saitama kept complaining about being bored. After all, if there were still operations, even dealing with ordinary thugs could pass the time, right?

"Hiding? Does that mean Kingpin was scared off by you guys?" Skye couldn't help but exclaim.

As the underground emperor of New York, who didn't know Kingpin's reputation? Especially since Skye, as a hacker, always found some hidden information. Much of the news about Kingpin could be described as terrifying. Yet, such a terrifying person was forced into hiding by Saitama and Matt. Skye couldn't help but feel proud because Saitama was hers.

"Mr. Murdock. Can we talk?" A middle-aged man with a smile, who appeared friendly but had a slightly receding hairline, appeared before Matt.

"I'm sorry, sir, the law firm is closed at this hour. If it's not particularly urgent, could you please come back tomorrow?" Matt held his white cane, appearing normal, but his mind was on guard.

Because Matt didn't remember knowing this man. Matt's law firm was in a remote area, and the people who came here were mostly poor, some of whom might not even be able to afford lawyer's fees. Yet, this man before him, although Matt couldn't see with his eyes, could sense that the other party was not simple at all. He was definitely not poor, and Matt could even vaguely sense that the man's body contained a power stronger than that of an ordinary person.

"Mr. Murdock, it's truly something very important that I need to discuss with you, so please give me a little time." The man with the receding hairline had an exceptionally sincere smile. Putting aside everything else, that smile alone could make others trust him more. It was just a pity that his smile was truly for a blind person to see. Yes, in the truest sense, it was for a blind person to see, because Matt was blind.

After a slight pause, Matt nodded: "Alright, please come with me." Matt reopened the door he had just locked and walked back into his office.

"Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?" Although Matt was blind, he moved around his office with ease. He walked directly to the water dispenser and asked.

The gentleman with the slightly receding hairline glanced at the inferior tea leaves and instant coffee next to the water dispenser: "Just water is fine."

"Indeed, I only have inferior tea and instant coffee here. So, sir, may I ask what you've come to see me about? I don't believe I have the talent or reputation to warrant an elite person like yourself seeking me out specifically." Matt placed a cup of water on the table.

"No, no, no, Mr. Murdock, you clearly underestimate your status. As Daredevil, you are worthy of us coming to see you in person."

Matt's heart sank. He gripped his white cane tightly: "Who are you?"

"Phil Phil Coulson. From the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." The gentleman with the receding hairline wore his usual smile. He took out an ID, but as he was about to show it to Matt, he remembered that Matt was blind and couldn't see it at all.

Matt frowned, his expression solemn.

Seeing Matt's reaction, Phil Coulson wasn't surprised at all. After all, it was natural for a superhero who had been hiding his identity to be vigilant when his identity was suddenly revealed. It was already impressive that Matt hadn't attacked him on the spot.

"I'm sorry, the words you said are too long, could you repeat them?"

"..." Phil Coulson.