Good grief, that was brutal!
As fellow cunning old foxes, they grasped Fire Cloud Evil God's purpose almost instantly.
That was it. He was warning them, putting them in their place.
He wanted them to focus on their work and stop playing little tricks behind his back.
Otherwise, the vampire's miserable state would be their fate.
Understanding what he meant, and watching the poor vampire slowly turn into a dried-up corpse, they hurriedly thumped their chests, shouting themselves hoarse as they swore and promised again and again.
"We'll do anything for you, Lord Fire Cloud Evil God! We'll give our lives and do everything in our power to capture vampires for you!"
Holding the vampire's corpse in one hand, Fire Cloud Evil God was slightly taken aback. He had no idea why they were so worked up.
Honestly, was it easy for him to share some information in a plausible way just to earn a few emotion points?
"Ahem."
A blush appeared on his cheeks. He dropped the vampire, clasped his hands behind his back, and pretended to clear his throat twice.
Were these guys poisoned or something?
They were all pounding their chests so hard that he was getting embarrassed!
What blush? Was there one?
Don't ask. The answer was that it was a physiological effect caused by an excessive amount of life force flooding into him in a short time.
"My qi has increased considerably, and my body's grown stronger, too."
As expected of one of the Eight Unusual Skills from the world of The Outcast: the Six Treasury Immortal Thieves.
It had such an elegant name, yet if you threw away your principles and morals, its power was every bit as fearsome as the most evil demonic arts.
"All right, you know what your mission is. Now get out."
He waved a hand, dismissing them.
They didn't dare delay. They hurriedly got to their feet, bowed, and turned to leave.
They had only taken a few steps when a cold voice came from behind them.
"By the way, once you're outside, take care of that little mouse who was eavesdropping."
[Matt Murdock emotion points +243]
Madame Gao and the others were slightly stunned, but immediately understood. Hearing a sudden noise from the roof, they hurried out of the warehouse.
In the distance, they spotted a man in a red bodysuit fleeing.
"It's Daredevil, the Man Without Fear!"
In an instant, they recognized the fleeing man.
"Madame Gao, you're ruthless!"
Murakami sent his men after Daredevil and drew his katana, wishing he could cut the old woman down on the spot.
Madame Gao didn't bother to make excuses. She merely smiled calmly.
"You saw the power of Fire Cloud Evil God's demonic art. It's not only incredibly powerful, but also quick to master—and it can make people immortal."
"Heh. After seeing what just happened, don't tell me none of you are interested."
Greed flashed in Murakami's eyes. He slid his sword back into its sheath.
If he could get his hands on that demonic art, he'd gain immense power and fulfill his lifelong wish for immortality. It was impossible not to be tempted.
But the moment he thought of Fire Cloud Evil God's power, it was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.
"Hmph. Do you think Fire Cloud Evil God would kindly hand over his techniques to us?"
Bakuto voiced his doubts.
Madame Gao only smiled, offering no answer. Instead, she pointed toward the direction Daredevil had fled and said meaningfully,
"How do you think Daredevil found this place?"
Huh?!
At her words, everyone froze.
"Are you suggesting...?"
Madame Gao silently nodded. No one said another word. With complicated expressions, they glanced back at the warehouse and quickly left.
Not long after they were gone,
Fire Cloud Evil God appeared at the spot where they had been, as if he'd materialized out of thin air.
Casually playing with his fingers, he scoffed.
"Hmph. Did they really think I couldn't hear them just because they were whispering?"
With Fire Cloud Evil God's current level of skill, boosted by the Six Treasury Immortal Thieves, he could hear everything within a hundred meters. He could make out not only raindrops hitting the ground, but even the flapping of a fly's wings.
The martial arts of the Kung Fu world were simply quite different from those of the Marvel Universe.
Meanwhile,
Daredevil Matt Murdock was running for his life, surrounded on all sides by ruthless Hand assassins.
He'd fought these guys before. They never seemed quite human.
Clutching the wound at his side, he panted and strained to use his radar sense to locate his enemies.
Unfortunately, there were too many of them. Even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't avoid getting hurt.
The assassins, dressed as ninjas, lowered their voices and crept closer on tiptoe, swords in hand.
Their cold katanas traced cruel arcs in the moonlight, slicing through the night as they slashed toward Daredevil.
He ducked, dropped low, and rolled forward, evading a slash.
The moment he sprang back up, he hurled the baton in his left hand. It smashed into an assassin's jaw and sent him flying.
At the same time, three attacks tore through the air from different directions, hurtling toward Matt.
The muscles in his thighs tensed. He kicked off hard, his muscles bursting with power as he stretched out both arms and caught two incoming swords, trapping them beneath his armpits.
He hadn't even had a moment to breathe before a blade from behind, its edge glinting with a chilling light, nearly reached his back.
"Ugh!"
Unable to move, Daredevil was so frantic his eyes nearly split at the corners. He clenched his teeth so hard they drew blood.
Just as danger closed in,
"Hundred Lightning Kicks!"
Amid the sound of a breastbone cracking, a woman dropped from above with a clear shout and kicked away the assassin attacking Matt.
Though he couldn't see, his radar sense clearly picked out her form.
He struck out in turn, knocking away the enemies with swords on either side, then spun around to put some distance between himself and the person behind him.
Even though she'd saved him, Daredevil didn't let down his guard. He cautiously asked,
"I'm Daredevil, ma'am. Who are you?"
The woman stood confidently, one leg raised high in a strange martial arts pose.
"Hello, Daredevil. I'm Chun-Li."
[Matt Murdock emotion points +133]
After that, neither of them said another word.
The assassins around them stirred into confusion, but soon regained their composure. Their icy killing intent settled over the pair. Their actions made their message clear: neither of them would leave alive tonight.
Standing back to back and working together, the two took down every assassin who attacked them in a matter of moments.
During the fight, Daredevil had also formed a basic impression of Chun-Li.
"An East Country native. Professionally trained, with impressive combat skills—or kung fu, perhaps.
"She's careful to control the force of her attacks. She has the air of an experienced police officer and has probably handled firearms.
"She's probably between twenty-three and twenty-five. She isn't naive—in fact, she's quite mature."
He picked up his baton from one of the fallen assassins and watched the man turn into yellow liquid. He waited until his radar sense could no longer detect any assassins nearby before turning to Chun-Li and thanking her sincerely.
"Thank you."
Matt made a note to himself to repay the favor. If she ever needed anything, he would help her.
[Matt Murdock emotion points +155]
Chun-Li smiled casually and waved it off before asking the question on her mind.
"Mr. Daredevil, who were those people? Why were they after you?"
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