This lunatic!
Daredevil finally saw him for what he was.
The man standing before him was a complete and utter lunatic, someone who lived entirely in his own world!
"You murderous bastard belong in prison!"
Daredevil clenched his teeth, his voice tight with anger.
Du Mu only chuckled, his tone flippant. "You know, I've never actually been to prison. If not for the faction restrictions, I'd be tempted to try out the game's wanted system—relive the good old days in Los Santos."
Daredevil's heart sank.
The man not only treated human life as worthless, but saw law and order as some ridiculous game!
He had to stop him!
He couldn't let him keep running wild!
With that thought, Daredevil didn't hesitate.
He leaped from the top of the streetlight. As he dropped, he hurled a red baton at Du Mu!
Bang!
Gunfire rang out again, and the bullet struck the baton out of the air!
But the instant the gun fired, Daredevil had already landed steadily a short distance in front of Du Mu. He yanked both hands, and the two fallen batons shot back into his grasp along the chains attached to their ends. Without missing a beat, he charged at Du Mu at incredible speed!
Bang! Bang!
Du Mu reacted instantly and fired twice!
Daredevil's wrists snapped into motion, his batons blurring before him. Two sharp clinks rang out as he deflected the bullets!
"Blocking bullets with batons?"
Du Mu raised an eyebrow.
But then he remembered this was a game made by a superhero company, and it suddenly seemed perfectly reasonable.
The next moment, Daredevil was right on top of him, swinging a red baton straight at Du Mu!
He knew Du Mu was a crack shot. The only way to minimize the threat was to fight at close quarters and leave him no room to fire.
Thinking this, Daredevil prepared to unleash his signature move: six strikes in one second...
"Muay Thai Warning!"
Du Mu barked the words and surged forward, driving a vicious rising knee into Daredevil's ribs like a hammer!
[Skill: Muay Thai Warning] [Effect: Max-level Muay Thai skills] [Evaluation: One warning. Next time, Muay Thai!]
The sudden close-range strike caught Daredevil off guard. The knee slammed into his ribs, and the tremendous force made his vision go black. He nearly passed out.
Fighting through the pain, he kicked Du Mu hard in the stomach and used the force to spring backward, putting distance between them.
Du Mu holstered the Golden Desert Eagle and smoothly assumed a standard Muay Thai stance, a mocking grin on his lips. "You've got guts, picking a close-range fight with me. Didn't you know my strength is higher than all my other attributes?"
Daredevil really hadn't known.
Who could've guessed that a sharpshooter could be this good in a melee, too?
He'd let his guard down!
Daredevil clutched his injured ribs. He felt as if a few of them might be broken. The intense pain left him almost unable to straighten up, and he looked utterly miserable.
Seeing Daredevil's pained expression, Du Mu teased him cheerfully. "What's wrong, Counselor Matt? Hemorrhoids acting up?"
"!!!"
Daredevil was shaken to the core, but he did his best to stay calm. "What are you talking about?"
Du Mu laughed. "Don't pretend, Counselor Matt. The name over your head gave you away ages ago."
In Du Mu's vision, a clearly visible name floated above Daredevil's head: Matt Murdock!
The very same blind lawyer he'd met that morning.
Matt's expression darkened.
His extraordinary senses hadn't detected anything unusual above his head, yet Du Mu had identified him with absolute certainty, even though they'd met only once.
He had never told anyone he was Daredevil. Not even his closest friend, Foggy, knew.
Watching Matt's stunned expression, Du Mu clicked his tongue in wonder.
"I never would've guessed. In the morning, you're a crusading lawyer; at night, you're a pervert who likes wearing tight clothes and getting up close and personal with men. You sure have some unusual tastes!"
Matt: "..."
I'm fighting criminals. How did you manage to make it sound like that?
"But I am curious. How can a blind man see anything?" Du Mu asked.
He was certain Matt's eyes really couldn't see, but that didn't seem to affect his movements at all. In fact, he was more agile and precise than most people. That wasn't how a blind man was supposed to act.
"That's none of your business."
Matt's voice had turned cold again. His answer was as good as an admission.
There was no point pretending anymore. Du Mu had clearly figured out who he was.
Du Mu shrugged. "Don't be so stingy. How about this: answer my question, and I won't tell anyone about your perverted tastes. Deal?"
Those aren't my perverted tastes!
Matt fell silent for a few seconds, apparently weighing his options.
"Fine!"
In the end, Matt accepted Du Mu's offer. He didn't want anyone finding out he was Daredevil, either.
He spoke slowly. "I really can't see, but my senses are far more acute than an ordinary person's. I can perceive changes in my surroundings and the movement of objects... Put your middle finger down. I told you I could sense it."
"Uh, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just curious."
Du Mu lowered his middle finger, looking a little awkward. A strange trace of sympathy lingered in his eyes.
With senses that sensitive, his nights out must be a nightmare.
Matt noticed Du Mu's odd look but didn't understand it. He chose not to press the matter.
He endured the pain in his ribs, his voice low but firm. "Du Mu, your actions are a clear violation of the law. It's not too late to turn yourself in."
Du Mu grinned. "What law did I break?"
"Murder. The evidence is right at your feet."
Matt pointed at Hammerhead's body, now gone cold on the ground.
Du Mu widened his eyes. "Don't you go framing an innocent man. I, Du Mu, never kill anyone. He's just asleep!"
Matt: "..."
There was enough blood to make a river, and he was calling this asleep?
Du Mu shrugged indifferently. "Besides, so what if a crime boss dies? Who knows how many families he's ruined. He deserves to die a thousand times over. Hand him over to the law, and he'd get a few decades at most. If he hired some outrageously expensive team of lawyers, he might even get out early."
Matt clenched his teeth.
As a lawyer, he knew Du Mu wasn't wrong.
"His crimes should be judged by the law, no matter who he is!" Matt insisted.
Du Mu suddenly asked, "What if he killed your friend? Would you still insist on handing him over to the law?"
Matt hesitated, then nodded. "I believe the law would deliver a fair judgment."
"Then what if... I killed your friend?"
"Say, that fat guy called Foggy?"
"What would you do?"
Du Mu's gaze grew deadly serious, and the corner of his mouth curled into a dangerous smile.
Matt's heart clenched!
He could clearly hear Du Mu's steady heartbeat. The man definitely wasn't joking!
Matt had a feeling that the moment he gave an answer, Du Mu might act on it.
Looking at Matt's silence, Du Mu suddenly lost interest.
As expected, if the blade didn't cut you, you'd never know how much it hurt.
A massive blade appeared in his hand without warning. He brought it down on Hammerhead's neck in one swift stroke!
Good. That put it under ten kilos!
Matt cried out in alarm. "Wait! You—"
"See you around, Counselor Matt. Maybe we'll play again sometime."
Du Mu waved casually. In an instant, he and the fresh head in his hand vanished from the spot.
In the cold alley, all that remained was Matt, too stunned to speak, and the ghastly headless corpse on the ground.