There Was Another Way to Earn Evil Points

Before today, Daredevil had encountered countless people who bore him ill will, insulted him, and even attacked him because he was blind.

But he was no helpless nice guy. He had always retaliated in the most forceful way possible.

With either the law or his cane.

Yet today, when he encountered scum like Jack—the kind of person he had met countless times in his life—he had slipped up.

When he heard the crisp sound of the cane, which looked like an ordinary walking stick but was actually a three-section staff, being snapped in half by Jack.

For a moment, he wondered whether he had brought the wrong cane today—the ordinary one.

But his habit of always carrying something for self-defense whenever he came to Hell's Kitchen told Daredevil that he definitely had not brought the ordinary cane this time!

Which meant...

The man hurling insults at him was not only vicious, but incredibly strong—absurdly strong.

After all, his cane had been made by Stick. Its sturdiness had allowed him to use it day and night while keeping it in excellent condition.

Just as Daredevil heightened his vigilance, Jack shook out his hands, which had used too much force. Then, pretending that the weather was hot and his forehead was sweating, he wiped his brow.

"Phew... I almost failed to pull that off..."

"This guy's cane could withstand more than a ton of force. Looks like it wasn't anything ordinary."

After a brief silence between them, Jack finally pretended it had been an accident and offered Daredevil an utterly insincere apology.

"Sorry about that. I just like snapping things, and it's become muscle memory. So when I saw your cane, I instinctively snapped it."

Daredevil forced an ugly smile onto his face.

Heh heh...

You snapped my cane in half right on the spot, and you were talking to me about muscle memory...

Could you at least have some shame?

The host has triggered Daredevil's emotions for the second time, causing more intense inner turmoil. Evil Points +30,000.

The system notification made Jack raise an eyebrow. The settlement had come so quickly. It seemed someone's ability to keep his composure was no joke.

He had suppressed his negative emotions that quickly.

Daredevil really had been through plenty of setbacks!

While admiring him, Jack's interest was fully piqued. After suffering repeated failures over the past few days and losing more than a million Evil Points, he had been worrying about finding a stable, long-term source of Evil Points.

With such an excellent cash cow right in front of him, how could Jack let him go so easily?

But after the report incident and the cane incident, Jack—who clearly had no experience bullying superheroes—could not think of what to do to Daredevil next. To avoid an awkward silence, he could only keep tapping the reception desk with the fingers of his right hand.

Tap...

Tap-tap...

Tap-tap-tap...

As the tapping developed a rhythm, Daredevil's entire body tensed. He had begun to suspect that someone had targeted him because of one of his court cases.

So they had hired an unidentified man to set a trap for him here.

Yes, because he could not see anything, Daredevil had begun to suspect that Jack was not from S.H.I.E.L.D. at all, but an assassin hired by someone.

While Jack racked his brains, Daredevil's feet were quietly shifting toward the door.

By the time half of Daredevil's body had left Jack's field of vision, Jack finally noticed that he was almost at the entrance. He immediately shouted, "Why are you running? Do you think someone would hurt you right outside the Hell's Kitchen Precinct?"

The NPYD officers who witnessed the entire scene silently cursed Jack.

"Brother, with your strength to snap a steel cane and that look of a thug even worse than the Hell's Kitchen gangs, who wouldn't want to run?"

"Sigh, our Hell's Kitchen Precinct has really had it rough lately. First, we ran into S.H.I.E.L.D. and the DEA's joint anti-gang operation, and now we've got a monster-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. This is just too miserable..."

"Brother, how many children do you eat in one meal?"

Daredevil, whom Jack had called out to, froze on the spot. Before he could react, a hand as hard as steel landed on his shoulder.

Then a man's voice spoke beside his ear.

"Our S.H.I.E.L.D. informants in Hell's Kitchen told me that this year, they discovered someone in Hell's Kitchen who went around upholding justice."

"There was nothing strange about that. Doing good deeds—why would we stop that?"

"But someone said that guy wore a red skintight leather bodysuit, and even the part of his mask that should leave openings for his eyes was covered by two small pieces of red cloth."

"Don't you think that's strange?"

"What kind of person wears that much red while fighting crime at night, even covering his eyes? Doesn't he need to see where he's going?"

"Or could he be... blind?"

As soon as Jack finished his last sentence, the terrified Daredevil broke free from Jack's grasp and ran toward the other end of the street like a stray dog.

His incredible speed and agile reactions as he dodged pedestrians did not resemble a blind man at all. Instead, he looked like a well-trained obstacle-course athlete.

The host has triggered Daredevil's deep-seated fear of having his identity exposed. Evil Points +800,000.

When Jack saw the Evil Points come in again, the number—eight hundred thousand—was so large that he could hardly believe it. Just hinting that he had seen through the other man's true identity earned him eight hundred thousand in one go?!

Wasn't this way more profitable than doing evil!!!

Jack immediately thought over the superheroes who had appeared so far, then gave up...

Tony Stark had long since publicly admitted on television and at Senate hearings that he was Iron Man, and he intended to use his armor to protect world peace.

As for Captain America, who had just been thawed out of his old frozen-popsicle state, there was even less to say. Ever since World War II, his handsome, wholesome face had been the star of enlistment posters and government bond flyers.

Those two superheroes, whose identities were already known to the entire world, could be ruled out.

Then there was Doctor Banner. There was no need to mention him. So far, he was the only superhero who had appeared half-naked on television.

Then there would be Thor and Loki...

Well, they were already protagonists in Norse mythology. Why would they fear having their true identities recognized?

As for Cage and his wife, who had already opened an office in Harlem, they had never had a habit of hiding their faces. They were even willing to accept paid jobs, practically afraid people would not know they had superpowers.

Spider-Man might work.

But the plot of Captain America 2 had not even begun yet. Spider-Man was probably only in elementary school right now!

Bullying an elementary school student would be far too beneath him!

"Damn it, I finally found a way to earn Evil Points, but everyone turned out to be the type who didn't mind showing their faces..."

"Where am I supposed to find masked tough guys and masked tough girls..."

"Hiss... If only I had Level Nine clearance. Those files would be open to me."