"Are you okay?"
"Are you okay?"
The two voices rang out at the same time.
Miaomiao and Matt looked at each other and chuckled softly.
"See? I told you," Matt said, looking at Fisk, who lay on the floor in agony, still unsure what had happened. "Don't hurt her. It's better for both of us."
Matt dared not imagine what the terrifying circle of friends and family behind Miaomiao would do if Fisk actually hurt her here.
Thank goodness...
Matt breathed out, relieved for the disaster-plagued city of New York.
Fisk panted. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something. He struggled to his feet and forced a smile onto his face.
"Hear that, blind man?" Fisk grinned. "Sirens."
Fisk laughed.
No, he hadn't lost yet.
Natchios was dead, killed by Daredevil's weapon. All the evidence proved that Nicholas Natchios was Kingpin, while the self-proclaimed vigilante Daredevil had committed murder, falling completely into the role of a criminal who fought violence with violence and took the law into his own hands.
"They're here to arrest you."
Daredevil would be branded a murderer and spend the rest of his life evading the police. Meanwhile, once cleared of suspicion that he was "Kingpin," Fisk would retreat behind the scenes and soon rise again.
He, Wilson Fisk, would still be the king of New York's underworld!
"Arrest me?" Matt remained calm. "Didn't you hear? They're here to arrest 'Kingpin.'"
Fisk's smile vanished.
"They're here to arrest you. I can hear their police radios."
"No, no..."
Fisk finally understood. This time, he had lost completely. If there was no changing that outcome, then he would take Matt down with him!
"I swear!" Fisk bared his chilling white teeth like a shark poised to devour someone, his eyes churning with the madness and malice of a man