The man wore a dark red suit that made him look very much like an oversized cockroach, with a short baton in each hand.
That outfit, combined with Hell's Kitchen, told Yang Bo everything he needed to know. This was Daredevil, the famous superhero of the Marvel Universe.
Yang Bo crouched down and patted the young white man who had just tried to rob him, but got no response.
With a sigh, Yang Bo stood and looked at Daredevil. Judging by the contours of his exposed chin, Daredevil was still very young.
"Thanks!"
The man had kindly saved him, so even if Yang Bo had no manners, he still owed him a thank-you. He turned to look at the talented fellow lying on the ground and sighed again.
"I actually wanted to recruit this guy. What a shame..."
It had only been a passing whim anyway. Since it wasn't meant to be, Yang Bo could only say the guy had bad luck.
Daredevil couldn't quite figure Yang Bo out. He walked over to the young white man, produced a rope from somewhere on his person, and expertly tied him up. Then he retrieved the gun that had gone flying and tossed it onto the man.
He took out his phone and called the police.
Finally, he looked at Yang Bo and said, "If you have time, you can wait here until the police arrive."
Chaos was the defining feature of Hell's Kitchen. While Matt was giving Yang Bo a few instructions, gunshots rang out nearby.
"I have to go. Don't wander around Hell's Kitchen alone at night again. You're practically tempting these thugs into committing crimes."
Watching Daredevil leave, Yang Bo shook his head with a smile and walked away, murmuring, "This is the best way to make money. Luckily,