Taken for a Supervillain

"Boss, we struck it rich this time."

Inside the vault, a robber excitedly hugged a bag of cash.

"Quit yapping. Time's up, get out of here fast. The cops will be here if we wait any longer," the ringleader urged, then picked up the last bag of cash and prepared to duck through the opening.

But the moment he reached the exit, he saw a man in a leather trench coat and black hood crouching there with a loaded rifle aimed at them.

"Fourth, what the hell are you doing? Move aside and let us out," one of the robbers asked. But the ringleader's expression changed beneath his mask. Sensing that something was wrong, he reached for his gun, only for bullets spewing from the rifle to instantly punch through his wrist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rifle immediately spat flames. Before the men could react, several bullets precisely tore through their ankles, blood streaming from the wounds.

None of them had expected a sneaky ambusher to be waiting at the exit. They wailed as they collapsed one after another.

After confirming that their leg injuries would keep them from getting far, Bai Ye immediately got into the getaway vehicle they had prepared and drove off.

Ten minutes later, Bai Ye parked the old sedan with fake plates in an uninhabited stretch of countryside. He took the sack of money from the car and counted it.

He had gotten roughly 400,000 US Dollars, seven gold bars of varying weights, and a number of jewels and securities. If he sold everything off, it would probably bring in over a million in cash.

Looking at the assets before him, Bai Ye could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Next came the money laundering, but he was not worried about that. After all, he had connec—

Bai Ye's movements paused slightly. He heard the tap-tap of a cane striking the ground behind him.

On full alert, he turned around and saw a white man walking toward him, leaning on a cane. The man wore a red mask that covered everything above his nose and a tight leather suit.

Bai Ye: ...

He genuinely had no idea what to say. Running into a bank robbery was one thing, but after finally getting a chance to rob the rich and help the poor, why had he run into Daredevil in the middle of nowhere? Why was his luck so terrible tonight?

"Hey, kid. You took something that doesn't belong to you," the man said with an inexplicable smile.

"Daredevil? Shouldn't you be busy with your love-hate affair with Kingpin? Why did you come all the way to this remote place in the middle of the night?"

As Bai Ye spoke, he backed away step by step until he reached the driver's door. Resting his left hand on the open window, he gave an innocent smile.

"You've heard of me? Then you should know what I'm going to do to you. Turn yourself in quietly, and you won't have to suffer."

Daredevil leaned on his billy club as he approached step by step, his expression utterly relaxed. He was just dealing with a petty thief, a little dessert after dinner.

But when he came within three meters of Bai Ye, Daredevil's expression changed slightly.

With two clicks, the man before him rapidly turned the knobs on the car stereo.

Judging from the sounds that had echoed out when Bai Ye moved, his speed was even a little faster than Daredevil's.

At once, one of the year's most popular songs blared from the radio across the empty road. Along with the music came Bai Ye's right leg, whipping through the air.

Whoosh!

A kick beyond the limits of the human body pierced the air with a piercing whistle as it shot toward Daredevil's chest.

But Daredevil caught the sound first. Amid the chaotic roar of the music, he immediately discerned Bai Ye's attack range.

Bai Ye's attack was too fast, and both of them possessed strength and speed at the limits of human capability, leaving little difference in their physical power.

With the added interference of the noise, by the time Daredevil reacted, there was nowhere to dodge. He could only lean backward and lower his center of gravity to create a bit of distance, raising his billy club in front of his chest through the gap.

Thud! A sound like a stone striking metal rang from the iron club. After taking the kick head-on, Daredevil's feet scraped across the ground for four or five meters before he barely managed to stop.

Using the recoil, Bai Ye flipped through the air and landed beside the car. Without hesitation, he reached through the window for the rifle, intending to give Daredevil two full bursts.

But the moment his arm extended, a silver cable tightly wrapped around it.

It was the grappling line ejected from the tip of Daredevil's multifunctional billy club.

Daredevil had already put away his earlier carefree attitude, his face solemn. Their brief exchange had told him that although the guy in front of him sounded young, he was not someone to be underestimated. He had all the makings of a future supervillain.

Fortunately, the exchange had also let him gauge Bai Ye's abilities. He had a few clever tricks, but seemed to lack any real fighting technique and did not have the heart to be ruthless toward others.

Though Bai Ye was slightly stronger and faster than him, his body's durability was bizarrely low. Based on the sound of that kick striking his club, Bai Ye's right foot should have been fractured by now.

"Ugh." With his right hand restrained, Bai Ye sighed helplessly. He immediately gave up on taking the gun, grabbed the grappling line with his other hand, and charged at Daredevil.

Damn it, damn it, damn it. Fuck it, I'll just finish him in one move.

Listening to Bai Ye's charge, Daredevil's expression turned serious as well. He prepared to end the fight in a single exchange.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

What the hell is that sound? A flicker of confusion appeared on Daredevil's face. A series of faint cracking noises was coming from Bai Ye as he rushed toward him.

Part of it, Daredevil recognized as the groans of Bai Ye's leg bones under the unbearable strain of his tremendous running force.

But he did not understand the other cracking sounds. They were the sounds of Bai Ye's body healing and breaking apart again as he reinforced himself with points.

Yes, while running, Bai Ye increased his strength again, bringing it up to 1.6!

Wait, that speed isn't right! Daredevil was alarmed, but by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

Bai Ye's figure had already closed in before him like a ghost.

Boom!

Bai Ye's left foot rooted itself like an ancient tree as it slammed down on the asphalt. The tremendous force penetrated into the earth, stamping a half-inch-deep footprint into the hard road.

His other raised leg shot out like a cannonball, smashing into Daredevil's unguarded chest, which had nowhere left to evade.

With the clear sound of bones shattering, Daredevil was sent flying. Spinning through the air, he was hurled eight or nine meters backward before coughing up a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.