"Um... The Hand was already wiped out by my dad."
Rona's words were like a knife straight through the heart, dealing Danny Rand a fatal, defense-piercing blow to the psyche.
"You've got to be kidding me, right? The Hand is an enormous terrorist organization. The elders of K'un-Lun told me they have tens of thousands of subordinates, hundreds of millions in funding, and companies under their control spread across every industry..."
Danny Rand babbled on, recounting every bit of information about The Hand that he had heard over the past dozen years, as if trying to prove just how powerful the organization was. Being "wiped out" probably only meant they had suffered a minor setback; The Hand's true strength had surely just gone into hiding.
Rona quietly listened to Danny Rand's near-venting ramble. Only after he had nothing left to say did she inform him, "Several of The Hand's leaders are dead. Maybe some of their forces remain, but they've all gone into hiding and don't dare show themselves again. Because they know very well that the moment they're discovered, they'll be eliminated cleanly and decisively."
"Is... is that true?" Danny Rand's words no longer sounded like a question. They sounded more like an admission to himself.
The highs and lows of life had come too quickly, far too intensely. Even Danny Rand, who had undergone more than a decade of rigorous training, was left stunned.
"Again... it's happened again!" Danny Rand clenched his fists tightly, but the light around them began to slowly fade away, just like his will.
During Shou-Lao's trial last time, Danny had felt as though he was playing table tennis alongside China's national champions. He only had to serve once, then he could lie back and coast to victory. He had finally managed to break