"Daredevil? A superhero? What a joke. Look at you now, running for your life. Do you still dare call yourself a superhero?" Bullseye sneered at Daredevil's desperate retreat.
Matt pressed his lips tightly together, not letting a single sound escape. At the same time, he tried to focus all his attention on Bullseye's attacks.
Bullseye's attacks were simply too fast, and their destructive power was too great. Facing him, Matt felt as if he were up against several expert snipers lying in ambush.
"Daredevil, just tell me who Translucent is and where he is, and I'll let you go. This is your last chance." Bullseye was still obsessed with finding Translucent.
Matt hid behind a wall, his breathing already growing ragged. He also knew that, to Bullseye, this wall was no different from one made of paper. He was hiding there only to block Bullseye's line of sight and keep him from pinpointing his position.
When Daredevil didn't answer, Bullseye frowned and scoffed. "You think I can't find Translucent just because you won't tell me about him? Don't make me laugh. I'll cripple you, then hang you up and wait for Translucent to show up on his own."
"Translucent? Uh, are you looking for me?"
At some point, a breezy voice had suddenly spoken from behind Bullseye. His heart lurched. Without thinking, he lunged forward, rolled across the ground, and sprang back to his feet, turning around to warily face Saitama. "Who are you?"
"Me? I'm Saitama. Oh, right. If the Translucent you mentioned is who I think he is, then that's me too." Saitama's eyes remained vacant as he stated this matter-of-factly, without the slightest trace of nervousness.
"You're Translucent?" Bullseye frowned as he looked at Saitama. He seemed like a somewhat dim-witted young bald man; there was nothing