The Defenders' main members were four people: Daredevil, Iron Fist, Luke Cage, and Jessica Jones.
An alliance made up of four miserable bastards—also known as the Miserable Bastards Alliance.
In fact, most superheroes had painful, helpless experiences and memories. They stepped forward not for fame or profit, but simply hoping others would not repeat their mistakes.
At that moment, a small freighter entered the harbor.
Its lights flashed—this was the signal.
Lights on the shore flashed in response.
The freighter docked.
Several sailors on board carried crates off the ship in pairs.
Several SUVs were parked by the shore. Their trunks were opened, and the crates were loaded inside.
Matthew frowned, sensing that something was off.
Hayato said, "If it's just a small freighter, why use Rand's major port? Besides, even if those crates were full of laundry detergent, would that really be worth Madam Gao, a behind-the-scenes big boss, showing up in person?"
Daredevil felt that Hayato made a lot of sense and nodded. "Let's wait a little longer."
The SUVs came quietly and left quietly.
After waiting quite a while, there was still no other movement.
Hayato said to Daredevil, "Interested in making a deal? I have a few friends who are also superheroes, but their fighting foundations are a little weak. They want to find a teacher..."
"Not interested!" Matthew rudely cut Hayato off.
Hayato smiled. "Is it really okay to refuse before you even know what the deal is? My offer is quite generous."
"I'm not interested in making money," Matthew said sarcastically. "Unlike you."
He was referring to Hayato letting those three thugs rob people. If Matthew knew Hayato treated street punks as mobile ATMs, who knew what he would think.
"I wasn't talking about money. There are far too many things in this world