The ninjas behind Xin reacted with incredible speed, immediately raising their longswords to block the incoming "arrows."
A burst of clanging impacts rang out at once.
Quite a few of the "arrows" were knocked to the ground by the ninjas, but quite a few ninjas were also struck and fell.
Only then did Xin realize that what the man atop the containers had fired were not "arrows" at all, but metal strips, dinner knives, forks, and other such objects.
What the hell?
Even Xin could not help being startled.
That man had turned ordinary household items into deadly weapons simply by throwing them with his bare hands?
What kind of godlike skill was this?
However, Xin quickly reined in his shock and calmed down.
Watching ninjas continuously fall around him, he stopped wasting words and drew his own longsword with a clang.
With a cold sweep of his sharp gaze toward the figure atop the containers, he rushed in that direction.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment Xin moved, he immediately became the main target of the man atop the containers. A large number of objects came hurtling toward him.
Yet Xin wielded his longsword so tightly that not a drop of water could pass through, blocking every single metal object.
Pushing upstream like that, Xin successfully closed in on the containers.
Only then did Xin clearly see the figure atop them.
It was a man who looked completely unfamiliar, someone he had never seen before.
Standing beside that man was another familiar face: Wilson Fisk!
Kingpin!
Xin's gaze became even colder.
He should have realized it sooner. With such a massive build, how many people in all of Hell's Kitchen could it be besides Kingpin?
Xin was not particularly surprised that Kingpin wanted to kill him. Over