Foggy and Matt

"I have come to my senses. I realize that I have more to offer the world than just making weapons."

"Therefore, I have decided to shut down the Stark Industries weapons division, effective immediately!"

"Until I find a new purpose for the company and other directions I deem correct, and which align with the best interests of the country..."

On the television screen, Tony announced loudly from the podium, shocking not only everyone present but also everyone watching at home.

One must realize that Stark Industries built its fortune on the arms trade.

What Tony was doing wasn't just cutting off an arm; it was cutting off his own manhood—he was severing his very foundation!

Those most deeply affected by this were the shareholders.

Ever since news of Tony's disappearance in the Middle East broke, the stock price of Stark Industries had been in a freefall. Shareholders were on the verge of a breakdown, and having finally waited for Tony's safe return, they thought they were finally saved.

Now, it seemed this guy would have been better off just dying in the Middle East!

"Tony Stark, f*** your mother, give me my money back!"

"How could you do this to us!"

"Can Stark Industries stock ever rise again? It's going to be damn hard!"

"It's over. I added to my position as soon as I heard Tony Stark was back, but now... forget it, I need to go find a spot on the rooftop before it gets crowded."

"..."

In a noisy restaurant in Hell's Kitchen.

Wails and curses rose one after another. The shareholders stared at Tony on the television screen, each of them gnashing their teeth, wishing they could tear him apart.

Du Mu sat in the corner, watching the scene with great interest.

I have to say, the NPCs in this game are truly well-made; they are far better than those rigid programs.

Especially the curly-haired fat man in front; his expression was as if Tony had cuckolded him. He kept spewing a stream of profanities, so agitated that he even knocked over the cup on the table.

The blind man sitting next to him, however, steadily caught the falling cup with one hand.

Hm?

The blind man caught the cup?

Du Mu instantly sensed something was wrong. He pointed at the man in sunglasses and blurted out, "System! Is this game bugged again? How could a blind man possibly catch a falling cup!?"

[Ding, no anomalies detected.]

The blind man seemed to have heard Du Mu's shout, but he calmly placed the cup back on the table as if nothing had happened.

Du Mu narrowed his eyes.

Based on his experience, this person was definitely not simple.

Thinking of this, he picked up his plate of barely touched food, stood up, and walked over, sitting directly in the empty seat opposite the two.

Seeing Du Mu approach with his plate and stare at them, the curly-haired fat man asked suspiciously, "Uh, is there something you need?"

Du Mu grinned and placed his tray on the table. "Nothing much, just wanted to get to know you guys."

The curly-haired fat man frowned. "But we don't know you at all..."

"Two hundred bucks as a friendship fee."

"You came to the right people! Matt and I love making friends!"

The curly-haired fat man immediately put on a warm, beaming smile. "I'm Foggy Nelson, and this is my partner, Matt Murdock. May I ask your name?"

"Just call me Du Mu."

"Nice to meet you, Du Mu."

As Foggy spoke, he deftly handed over a business card for their firm.

"Let me introduce us; we're lawyers. We just opened 'Nelson & Murdock' nearby. If you ever need legal aid, come find us. We offer great rates!"

Du Mu happily accepted the card. "Oh, so you're lawyers. Perfect, I have a legal question I'd like to consult on."

Foggy patted his chest confidently. "Ask away! Don't worry, we're professionals."

Du Mu nodded, looking completely serious. "I want to ask: if a pregnant woman gets into a fight with someone, does that count as a brawl?"

Foggy: "..."

Matt: "..."

Foggy was clearly choked by this sudden, bizarre question. He struggled to think for a few seconds before speaking uncertainly, "Uh, that shouldn't count. Strictly speaking, it requires at least three people to constitute a brawl."

"But what if the pregnant woman is carrying twins?"

"..."

The expression on Foggy's face froze instantly, his brain seemingly crashing.

Is this even a question a human can ask?!

Seeing that Foggy couldn't answer, Du Mu shook his head regretfully and turned his gaze toward Matt, who had remained silent the entire time.

"Are you blind?"

Matt did not get angry at this slightly abrupt question, merely nodding calmly: "Yes, I had an accident when I was very young, which left me blind... Please don't touch my pocket. Even though I cannot see, I can still feel it."

"Hahaha, just a joke."

Du Mu withdrew his hand from Matt's pocket, looking embarrassed.

Now he was certain!

This guy was definitely not simple!

With his near-max-level thievery skills, it was impossible for an ordinary person to detect his movements while completely off-guard, let alone a blind man.

This guy might be a hidden NPC, a key character to trigger a special plot!

Just as Du Mu was calculating in his heart, Matt suddenly asked: "I don't feel like you're a local. Why did you come to Hell's Kitchen?"

His voice remained calm, yet carried a trace of imperceptible inquiry.

It was common knowledge that Hell's Kitchen was the neighborhood with the highest crime rate and the most chaos in the entire United States, bar none!

Various gangs ran rampant, and almost every sin one could imagine could be found here. Even the New York police had to be extra careful when patrolling this area. Aside from corporate slaves who feared nothing, ordinary people would never voluntarily step foot into this region.

"Looking for someone."

Du Mu answered very crisply; there was nothing to hide.

"Who?"

"A man, codenamed Iron Head, something like Harro?"

Foggy scratched his head, looking confused: "Iron Head? Never heard of such a character in Hell's Kitchen."

Matt's brows beneath his sunglasses furrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Could it be... Joseph Harro you are talking about?"

"Ah, yes, that's it!" Du Mu slapped his thigh, "That's the name! Do you know him?"

"I wouldn't say I know him, I've just heard of him."

Matt adjusted his sitting posture without changing his expression: "He is the top boss of the Maggia, codenamed Hammerhead. Rumor has it that he is an immortal monster impervious to blades and bullets. This man is extremely dangerous. Do you have business with him?"

"You could say that."

Du Mu glanced at the time displayed on the wall clock and stood up nonchalantly: "Oh, time's up. I have other things to do. Let's chat another day!"

Having said that, Du Mu did not wait for the two to respond and walked toward the restaurant entrance with light steps.

Listening to the sound of Du Mu's footsteps quickly fading away, Matt unconsciously rubbed his white cane, a thoughtful look on his face behind his sunglasses.

"Matt, Matt!"

Foggy's anxious voice pulled Matt back from his thoughts.

"What is it?"

"That guy didn't pay for his meal! Hurry and chase him back!"

Matt: "..."