"You! What are you doing?!" Daredevil roared at Hayato as he stared at the corpses strewn across the ground.
"What do you think? The bullets that killed them came from their own guns." Hayato gave the anguished Daredevil a cold glance, then turned his gaze toward the burly men in black who still had their guns aimed at him but had not fired.
The men in black hesitated. Everyone who had fired was dead, or bleeding all over as they waited painfully to die.
Some of them began backing away.
One of them shouted sharply, "If we lose this shipment, Madam Gao won't spare us either. If we die here, at least our families won't be implicated."
Facts proved that not everyone cared about their family. How many people in a drug-smuggling ring could be considered normal?
"Don't!" Daredevil shouted.
It was unclear whether he was shouting at the men in black or Hayato.
Showing mercy was out of the question, especially when his opponents were a bunch of hulking men.
Hayato ignored Matthew.
The men in black were even less likely to listen.
Some fired, while others took advantage of the gunfire to turn and run.
Those who fired were killed by the bullets Hayato reflected back at them. As those who fled ran, bloody lines appeared across some of their throats, while blades jutted from the backs of others.
The ones who struck were The Hand's ninjas, hidden in the shadows. Their execution of deserters was swift, clean, and utterly merciless.
Daredevil glared furiously at Hayato.
Hayato said, "Buddy, it's your choice not to kill. I don't agree with it, but that's your way, and I have no right to interfere. But asking me to follow your lead and not kill? That's moral blackmail, you know?
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