Ran Into Daredevil

Chief House covered his red, swollen face and murmured submissively, "Boss, if you're teaching someone a lesson, don't hit so hard. You should at least understand the rules."

Jack suddenly grabbed Chief House by the ear, pulling his fat, oversized face close.

Then Jack pointed at his own nose and said in a calm yet utterly domineering tone, "I am the rules. S.H.I.E.L.D. is the rules. Do you understand?"

Chief House cursed Jack's arrogance wildly inside, but outwardly nodded frantically in fear.

After letting go, Jack immediately got down to business.

His being kicked down to work as a clerk in Hell's Kitchen had not been Hill's decision alone. Fury, Hill, Coulson, and Sitwell, his assigned supervisor, had all jointly decided it.

So Jack had not come to Hell's Kitchen solely for personal matters. He had official business to handle as well.

They believed this matter had started because of Jack, so having him clean up his own mess was perfectly reasonable.

Thus, Jack had brought S.H.I.E.L.D.'s directive regarding the anti-gang operation in Hell's Kitchen.

And Hell's Kitchen Precinct had to submit a data report to S.H.I.E.L.D. on Hell's Kitchen's current situation after the anti-gang operation.

Simply put, S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to see whether the crackdown had achieved any results.

Jack already knew there definitely had not been any results. Kingpin and The Hand's interests had not been harmed, so those small-time peripheral thugs were nothing more than material for a pretty report.

After staying in the chief's office for a full three hours, Jack received a freshly prepared report from the female secretary who had been flying wing-to-wing with the chief earlier.

Having gotten what he wanted, Jack knew it was about time to leave.

But before leaving, Jack still smiled and handed Chief House his business card, whispering into his ear, "Chief House, I know you have a secret way to contact Kingpin. Find a way to give him this card."

Chief House froze for a moment. Just as he was about to offer a few excuses about how a dignified NYPD chief could possibly have ties to Hell's Kitchen gangs, Jack had already walked away without looking back.

As Jack followed the corridor down to the first floor, he saw Daredevil still standing at the information desk. Somewhat puzzled, he walked over.

"What's going on?"

Hearing someone question him, Daredevil turned toward the voice. Though he was blind, his sharper senses allowed him to analyze the image of the man before him through other sensations.

No cologne, not even body odor. This is someone who pays great attention to his appearance. But from the officers' chatter over the past few hours, this man seems to have some connection to S.H.I.E.L.D.

That intelligence organization founded during World War II...

So he's an agent?

The high-profile anti-gang operation carried out by the DEA and S.H.I.E.L.D. some time ago was reported entirely as a DEA operation, but according to eyewitness accounts, there were also men in black suits at the scene who definitely weren't DEA agents.

Now, someone suspected to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent went up to the chief's office on the second floor three hours ago and only just came down. He must have been busy with something important. Yet someone with official business still stopped for an ordinary person like me and asked what was wrong.

So he must be a warmhearted person. Perhaps I can use his help and waste less time.

After a brief analysis, Daredevil did not hesitate to ask Jack for help.

"Hello, I'm blind..."

Jack bluntly interrupted him. "I know. Other than the President of the United States's bodyguards, no normal person wears sunglasses indoors at noon, practically begging Hell's Kitchen's NYPD to give them trouble."

Daredevil: "..."

After taking a deep breath, Daredevil maintained his proper manners and continued, "May I ask for your help?"

Jack glanced at the officer at the information desk and asked, "What's this guy here for?"

The officer gave Jack a long look. After hesitating for two seconds, he answered, "He's a civilian lawyer. He wants a casualty report from Hell's Kitchen's anti-gang operation some time ago, but there were simply too many casualties that day."

"We'll need at least another month to compile all the reports and archive them, so it's impossible to give him a casualty report right now."

"Oh~" Jack responded, then headed for the door.

With half a foot already outside, Jack turned back and said, "Out of sympathy, I suggest that Hell's Kitchen Precinct schedule an appointment with him, so this blind lawyer doesn't have to keep running around everywhere."

"I think... three months from now would be good!"

If Jack's first sentence had been normal enough, then his second sentence instantly made several veins bulge on Daredevil's forehead.

And here I was, making him sound good in my head!

But this bastard just took something that would take a little over a month and pushed it back to three months!

And he even wants to schedule a time!

Don't you know Hell's Kitchen Precinct has always been infamous for its terrible efficiency?!

I've been grinding away here for three hours. That report might have been almost ready by now!

Now you say three months? I might not get that report until half a year from now!

Daredevil, who usually had excellent self-control, nearly snapped on the spot and pointed at Jack as he cursed him out.

Jack, who had not yet left, saw Daredevil's tightly pressed lips and clenched teeth. He nearly burst out laughing. He felt as if he had discovered the joy of being a villain.

So the reason I never found any pleasure in bullying people was because this world has superheroes and supervillains.

They raised my threshold, so I thought I didn't enjoy bullying people.

Now it seems I'd been targeting the wrong people all along. I hadn't chosen the right ones to bully.

The host's first encounter with Daredevil caused him enough disgust to destabilize his state of mind. Evil Points +5000

The system's timely prompt immediately helped Jack make up his mind.

Finding Kingpin could wait a little longer.

Just disgusting Daredevil once had earned him 5,000 Evil Points. What about ten times? Or a hundred times?

Wouldn't that mean he had found a fast track to getting rich?

Even if each superhero could only provide him with one million Evil Points, with the number of superheroes in Marvel, he would probably instantly rise to the level of "Invincible Calamity."

Thus, Jack completely turned around and returned to the police station. Leaning against the information desk, he slapped his S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials onto the counter.

"Me! Level Six Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Jack Wilson! I order you! You are not to hand over the report this lawyer needs until next year!"

Daredevil: "!!!"