Stick was helpless.
I didn't want this either, but what else could I do?
True Pure Ones Society had a few people in New York, embedded in The Hand to handle intelligence work. They were the ones who told me about Madame Gao and Iron Fist.
But they were dead now. The Hand did it.
If things hadn't gotten this bad, I wouldn't have come to you for help!
If I had a whole bunch of brothers under me, I'd have dragged them over to fight The Hand head-on already. Would I be this pathetic now?
With no one to back you up, what the hell could you say... Matt simply didn't know what to say.
The Hand could casually send dozens of men, all armed. Madame Gao had even more subordinates before—several hundred of them—and that was only two Fingers.
One was Japanese, the other Chinese. New York wasn't their home turf.
And Alexandra, the one with the real home-field advantage, hadn't even made a move yet!
There were only the two of you in True Pure Ones Society, and you didn't even have guns. One old man and one woman—where had all the men gone?
Stick, were you here to make a joke?
"Don't worry. We can get away. I have experience," Stick reassured him.
"We were hunted down the moment we got off the plane. Things weren't much better than they are now, but we still escaped," Elektra added.
You two, what was there to be proud of... And you came looking for me even while being hunted down. Truly worthy of being my great teacher and ex-girlfriend... Matt sighed and picked up his phone to dial a number. "I'd better call for help myself..."
Bang!
A bullet came flying at him.
Matt hurriedly dodged.
Several more