The moment he heard the security guards shout, Du Mu thought he'd been discovered.
However, the footsteps didn't approach his area. They headed toward the other side of the building.
It looked like someone else had broken into the building, too.
"Got another pro?"
Du Mu was a little surprised, but the chaos worked to his advantage.
With the building's security forces drawn away, Du Mu sauntered toward his target office and took out the Master Key again to unlock the door.
He quickly surveyed the room, and his gaze soon settled on a seemingly ordinary mural on the wall.
In his field of vision, a faint white glow shimmered around the mural's edge, marking it as "interactive"—a typical indicator of a quest trigger.
"I love games that don't make me think."
Du Mu immediately went over to inspect the mural.
Sure enough, he soon found a hidden compartment behind it, with a small safe embedded inside.
Du Mu used the Master Key to open the safe. Inside lay several neatly arranged ledgers. And, well, they were the legitimate kind.
Quest item acquired with ease!
Du Mu stuffed all the ledgers into his Game Inventory and turned to leave.
Just then, footsteps came from the office doorway.
Du Mu looked toward the sound and saw a familiar figure in red standing in the hallway. It was Matt, dressed in his Daredevil suit.
"Well, well, if it isn't lawyer Matt! Long time no see. Out for a midnight stroll, too?" Du Mu greeted him casually.
Matt: "..."
Who went for a stroll in a place like this in the middle of the night?
Matt clearly hadn't expected to run into Du Mu here again. His expression instantly turned grave.
He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Please hand over the ledgers you just took. They're important evidence of the Hand's crimes. I can't let you take them."
"Ever heard of 'first come, first served'?"
Du Mu pursed his lips. "And setting that aside, what use does a blind man have for ledgers? Can you even read what's written in them?"
"As a matter of fact, I can."
Du Mu didn't believe him. He pulled a pen from his Game Inventory and wrote a few words on his hand.
"Then tell me what I wrote."
"I don't know."
"And you claim you can read?"
"You wrote 'I don't know' on your hand."
Matt was at a loss for words.
Was there something wrong with this guy's head?
Du Mu was just as surprised. Matt's senses were absurdly sharp—he could even make out written words.
He eyed Matt suspiciously. "Lawyer Matt, are you really blind or just pretending? You're not one of those perverts who pose as a blind piano teacher so they can peek at girls changing, are you?"
How had this turned into perversion again?
Matt's mouth twitched. "Can you hand over the ledgers now? This evidence needs to be given to the police."
"No."
Du Mu refused without hesitation and grinned. "Giving them to the police is such a hassle. There's mountains of paperwork. We'd be better off handing them straight to S.H.I.E.L.D. We've got a professional team and get things done fast!"
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Matt quickly searched his memory, but he'd never heard of any official law enforcement agency by that name.
Judging by Du Mu's behavior, this so-called S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly wasn't a legitimate organization, either.
Matt was about to argue.
Suddenly, his sharp ears caught an almost imperceptible disturbance.
The next moment, more than a dozen figures in pitch-black ninja outfits emerged from the shadows, appearing soundlessly in every corner of the hallway. They surrounded Du Mu and Matt at the office entrance.
"It's you again, Daredevil! You've dared to provoke the Hand time and time again. This time, you're as good as dead!"
The red-clad ninja in front spoke in a voice as cold as ice.
Suddenly, he whipped his right hand around, sending several shuriken straight at Matt!
Matt reacted instantly, evading the attack with an acrobatic cartwheel.
The red-clad ninja didn't hesitate. He drew a katana from his back and charged at Matt with a low growl!
In an instant, the two clashed, the sounds of their fierce fight filling the hallway.
Meanwhile, several black-clad ninjas wielding katanas had surrounded Du Mu as well.
They held their swords with steady, practiced grips, their gazes sharp. Every one of them was clearly a master swordsman.
Du Mu drew a Watermelon Knife with his left hand and said coldly, "Don't say I didn't warn you. I know martial arts."
The ninjas surrounding him stared impassively, ignoring his words.
They darted forward at incredible speed. Several icy blades flashed from different angles, slashing viciously at Du Mu's vital points!
Even a martial arts master would be defeated by their coordinated assault!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out, and four ninjas fell to the ground!
Du Mu blew the smoke from his barrel and shook his head. "I warned you."
The other ninjas' faces froze at the sight.
What the hell was that supposed to be—martial arts!?
But they showed no fear. Their speed didn't falter as they charged at Du Mu, swinging their katanas with reckless abandon!
Unfortunately, no matter how fast they were, they weren't faster than Du Mu's American-style Iai.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Du Mu raised the Golden Desert Eagle and fired off a series of shots, taking out the swordsmen one after another.
In just a few seconds, only the red-clad ninja remained, locked in a fierce fight with Matt.
He caught sight of the pile of his comrades' bodies by Du Mu's feet from the corner of his eye, and anger flashed across his face.
"Bakayaro! I'll make you die, die, die!"
The red-clad ninja spat out a phrase in his native tongue. Ignoring his fight with Matt, he abruptly turned, gripped his katana in both hands, and charged straight at Du Mu at astonishing speed!
Bang!
Du Mu raised his hand and fired!
But the red-clad ninja twisted his wrist and held his katana across his body. The bullet was knocked away by the blade!
Du Mu was a little surprised, but didn't fire again.
He tightened his grip on the Watermelon Knife in his left hand and watched as the red-clad ninja charged toward him, murderous fury in his eyes.
"Die!!"
The red-clad ninja raised his katana with both hands and brought it crashing down at Du Mu's head with all his strength!
Just as the blade was about to fall, Du Mu swiftly raised the Watermelon Knife.
"Parry!"
Clang!
The Watermelon Knife clashed hard against the katana, ringing out with a sharp, metallic clang!
The red-clad ninja felt a powerful force travel up the hilt. He staggered backward against his will, his body falling into a strange, rigid state in which he couldn't move!
"Nani!?"
The red-clad ninja's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
But before he could move again, the Watermelon Knife flashed past and cleaved his head from his shoulders.
Matt tried to call out and stop Du Mu, but it was too late.
"You're killing people again."
Matt's voice was low, his expression grim.
Du Mu gave him a scornful look. "That's called self-defense. Ever heard of the law, lawyer Matt?"
Matt: "..."
After taking out the red-clad ninja, Du Mu saw another group of masked ninjas in black pour out from the far end of the hallway. They carried katanas and charged toward them, radiating bloodlust.
Du Mu's expression turned serious. He pulled Matt in front of him for protection.
"Lawyer Matt, there are too many of them. Watch my eyes and do as I do. We'll split up and run!"
Matt: "?"
Before Matt could react, Du Mu shot him a meaningful glance, then turned and bolted.
At least he'd given Matt the signal.
Whether Matt could see it or not had nothing to do with him.