"Good. I like doing business with tough guys who keep their word." Yang Ming adjusted his Gold-Rimmed Glasses, a uniquely capitalist smile of benevolence curling his lips.
"Just a friendly reminder: bring a few large woven sacks when you rob the vault. Dollars take up a lot of room."
Standing nearby, Matt Murdock said nothing.
Beneath his dark red hood, his ears twitched in tiny, extremely rapid movements. His prized Super Hearing was trying to reach past the thick smell of blood in the air and catch the heartbeat of the mysterious Asian doctor before him.
But a second later, Matt suddenly went rigid, a fine sheen of cold sweat instantly covering his forehead.
An abyss.
He heard a terrifying frequency that felt like staring into an abyss. Yang Ming's heartbeat was extraordinarily steady, so steady that it hardly seemed to belong to a living person. Every beat seemed to carry the oppressive force of a higher dimension.
Worse still, when Matt tried to listen more closely, he felt as though the other man had "seen" his probing.
An invisible, almost tangible surge of terrifying pressure-a reverse lock-on through Observation Haki-followed the sound straight into his nerves, sending a stabbing pain through his brain.
"Listening in on someone else's heartbeat isn't very polite, Counselor Matt." Yang Ming exhaled a wisp of smoke and glanced at him with a half-smile.
"Sorry... Doctor Yang." Matt swallowed and immediately withdrew his senses, his voice taking on a note of deep awe. "Your medical skills truly are miraculous."
Just as the atmosphere on their side began to ease, a pained whimper came from the rubble nearby.
"That's impossible... absolutely impossible..."
Peter Parker slumped on the ground, which was covered in mud and blood, his hands clutching his red-and-blue hood so tightly that he nearly