Recently, It Had Been Too Oppressive

Kingpin, who worked tirelessly every day, finally found time to see Jack after resolving an arms shipment issue bound for the Middle East.

Seeing that Jack had already drunk half a bottle of liquor on the couch, Kingpin called out to him, "Why are you here again today? Didn't I give you a contact yesterday?"

Jack replied, "That contact of yours was far too careless. He nearly got caught by S.H.I.E.L.D. and almost gave me up!"

Hearing that the Hunter's job had failed, Kingpin frowned in thought. Then he picked up the desk phone and called someone.

Half a minute later, a bespectacled man in a suit walked in.

"This is Ms. Carl, the supervisor in charge of lending under me. I had several high-risk operations, but they've already been taken over by someone else. If you want to make some money, talk to Carl. I'll give you a ten percent commission."

After saying that, Kingpin kicked the two of them out of his office. His work was never easy, and in their line of business, they had to be cautious about everything.

Jack and Carl arrived on the third floor of Kingpin Tower, where there was a large debt collection office.

The moment Jack entered, he heard all kinds of "fuck." These tattooed brutes holding telephones were threatening people with crude language.

After Carl brought Jack to her office, she shut the well-soundproofed door and took out several IOUs from a folder.

"I don't care what your real identity is."

"I don't particularly care why Mr. Kingpin told you to come to me, either."

"But since he sent me here, that means your next job is this..."

"The total amount on these IOUs is one million dollars. The addresses and personal information are all written on them. Your next task is to bring back the money, but... there's one thing I need to make clear first. You cannot kill them. Understand?"

Jack picked up the IOUs from the table and nodded. "Of course. I'm not some kind of monster. Why would I go around killing people?"

Host has accepted five violent debt collection jobs. Evil Points +10,000.

Carl said, "That really doesn't sound like something Mr. Kingpin's friend would say."

Jack said, "Kingpin has friends?"

After quickly looking over all the addresses on the IOUs, Jack left Kingpin Tower. His first stop was Harlem, a place with a rather complicated situation.

A polite knock on the door.

Meeting the target.

Brutal debt collection.

Cage appeared...

"Stop!!! You criminal!!! You're hurting Old Harry!!!"

"Get the hell out of my way! Debts must be repaid! It's only right and proper!"

Then Jack was subdued by Luke Cage's monstrous strength, with his hands tied behind his back as a bonus...

Jack said, "How come I run into the results of human enhancement everywhere I go..."

After dealing with Jack, Cage found the IOU in his pocket. Frowning, he roared at Old Harry, "Didn't I tell you?! Don't gamble! Why do you keep stubbornly throwing yourself into this?! What the hell is wrong with your brain?"

After chewing Old Harry out thoroughly, Cage looked at Jack on the floor and warned, "Don't come harass Old Harry again. I'll pay his debt for him! But I won't pay that outrageous interest! Understand?"

Jack, lying on the floor, rolled his eyes. The interest was not up to him. What was the point of this idiot telling him that?

Besides, from the conversation between the two just now, Jack had already determined that Old Harry was a hopeless gambling addict. Cage might pay his debt today, but tomorrow the bastard would still go into a casino and rack up more debt.

For someone beyond saving like that, it was best to just let him rot.

But that had nothing to do with Jack. He had no interest in being a good person. He said blandly, "Then you need to talk to Kingpin about it. He owes Kingpin the money. Everything else has nothing to do with me. I'm just doing my job."

"Mm... I'll talk to him." Cage took all of Jack's IOUs, then led Jack outside.

The two got into a beat-up little sedan parked outside and headed straight toward Hell's Kitchen.

Watching the hotheaded Cage look as if he were about to storm into Hell's Kitchen and beat Kingpin senseless, Jack pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

As he watched the scenery outside race backward, Jack felt that this period of his life had been both boring and suffocating, like a man trapped in a swamp.

"Fuck~"

"Hm? A call?"

With his hands tied, Jack struggled to pull out his phone. Seeing that it was Daredevil calling, he immediately answered.

The moment the call connected, Daredevil's somewhat terrified voice came through. "Jack! Something happened! I can't say much over the phone. I'm being hunted right now. Wait for me at that law office. I need a place to hide for a while!"

Upon hearing that Daredevil was being hunted, Jack's first reaction was not concern, but excitement. He felt that he finally had a chance to truly show what he could do!

He had been grinding Evil Points in New York lately, worrying not only about accidentally doing good deeds, but also about the conspiracies lurking beneath the surface.

Every day had been suffocatingly oppressive, leaving him feeling as though he could barely breathe. Now, at last, there was some real business where he could stretch his limbs!

So after hanging up on Matt, Jack looked at Cage and said, word by word, "We're changing direction. We're going to Matt Murdock's law office!"

"You! You..."

Cage, who only wanted to go to Hell's Kitchen, had originally intended to refuse Jack. But seeing how serious he was, and hearing that they were going to the law office of Attorney Matt, who was well known even in Harlem, his attitude softened.

On top of that, he had overheard part of their conversation just now. He asked, "Did Attorney Matt run into some kind of trouble?"

"Is someone hunting him?"

"He's one of the few lawyers in Harlem willing to fight for justice to the end. That's much more important than Old Harry's debt."

"Fine! Then we'll head to his law office now, but..."

"If I find out this is some escape plan of yours, then you'll..."

Cage's endless rambling and habit of answering his own questions left Jack with no choice but to untie the rope around his hands right in front of him.

After tossing the rope onto Cage, Jack tapped the car window beside him. "You need to understand that I have ten ways to escape from you without getting hurt, and your strength can't do a thing to me."

"You... Then why did you act so weak earlier? Did you let me catch you on purpose?" Cage asked with a strange expression.

Jack spread his hands. "Because I'm bored. Life's been too oppressive lately. Thinking about this, thinking about that every day, so I wanted to see what it felt like to get caught. All right! Big guy! Focus on driving! What we're about to face isn't some ordinary gang!"