Daredevil stepped out of the sarcophagus, leaving a trail of dark red footprints on the ground beneath his feet, the black mud running down his ankles.
He held the two dragon bone double blades in his palms, reversed.
The two ninjas closest to the camera unconsciously took a half-step back.
"Refund what?"
Madame Gao emerged from the Shadow, leaning on her bamboo cane.
The two ninjas quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look in the direction of the stone platform.
The old monk stood on the other side of the stone coffin, holding black wooden prayer beads in his hand, looking at the dark red fleshy spine on Matthew's back.
" Madame Gao, after seven days of acupuncture and three days of bone marrow fusion, all the compassion in his mind has long since burned away."
"Just burn it clean."
Madame Gao stopped two steps in front of Matthew and carefully examined his blood-red eyes.
The old monk stepped forward and extended his finger to check the pulse on the side of the neck.
Just as his fingertips approached, Matthew's left-hand dragon bone blade veered outward, severing the old monk's right index finger at the root.
The old monk groaned, clutching his bleeding hand and staggering back three steps, his face ashen. "Damn it! I'm the one who set your broken bones!"
Madame Gao raised her cane, stopping the ninja who wanted to draw his sword and step forward to protect her.
Instead of getting angry, she nodded in satisfaction.
"The point of raising a vicious dog is its frenzied drive to bite anyone it sees. If it can't even bar its teeth, wouldn't all that dragon bone I've used be a waste?"
The old monk tore off a corner of his robe to wrap around his severed finger, gritting his teeth and daring not to utter another sound.
" Matthew Murdock, Daredevil... listen."
Madame Gao raised her cane and pointed it to the top of her head.
"Up there, even rats used to have to the Hand."
"Now look what's happened! A green-haired Joker leading a bunch of drug-smeared lunatics dares to set fires everywhere on my turf."
"And those reckless Watchdogs under Fisk's command are also trying to seize our docks and warehouses."
"Madam, Captain America's men are also loitering around nearby. Should we ask them to stay away?"
A ninja leader nearby whispered a word.
Madame Gao struck the leader across the face with her cane, knocking him to the ground.
" The Black Sky has been born; it will devour any flesh it sees and drink any blood it finds!"
She put away her cane and gave her first command to the motionless Matthew.
"Go up there and tear that green-haired Joker, and all those rats who dare to trespass into the Hand's territory, to shreds."
"After tonight, I'll make sure every living person in New York closes their windows at the slightest sound of wind, and they'll all understand who truly rules this night."
Daredevil didn't speak, but as the black mud on the ground wriggled, it automatically enveloped his entire body, forming Daredevil's battle suit.
But the battle suit that should have been dark red was now pure black.
The double-edged sword in his hand was replaced by the short stick he was used to.
Night, west side of Hell's Kitchen, 48th Street.
Heavy rain poured down the broken neon signs; the streetlights along the entire street had been smashed in the brawl two days earlier.
More than thirty thugs wearing Joker masks blocked the entrance of a three-story red brick building, carrying red plastic gasoline cans, and were pouring gasoline onto the tightly closed security shutter door.
"Pour it all in! Pour it through the crack in the door!"
A one-eyed thug leader stood on an overturned, wrecked police car, brandishing a shotgun with a sawed-off barrel, shouting and reeking of alcohol:
"That fat Fisk got blown up by our Joker and is now hiding in a bomb shelter pretending to be dead, and his bunch of Watchdogs who are settling scores still dare to lock the door?"
"Tonight, let's turn this dilapidated building into an oven and roast them to a crisp!"
"Boss, there's someone behind the second-floor window! Fuck! Those bastards have submachine guns!"
One of the employees carrying an empty bucket took two steps back.
"What's there to be afraid of! Mr. Joker said whoever burns the most money tonight gets to go to the chemical plant and collect two cases of new goods!"
The one-eyed thug sneered as he pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked off the flint cap.
"Light the fire! Once the people inside can't stand the smoke and jump out the window, we'll blast their skulls apart one by one with shotguns!"
The flame had barely flickered in the rainy night when a soft sound came from above.
The brick and stone railings on the fifth-floor rooftop of a building on the street collapsed.
A concrete block half the height of a person crashed onto the roof of a police car, narrowly missing killing the one-eyed thug on the spot.
The shock caused him to tumble off the hood into a muddy puddle, and the lighter in his hand flew out of his hand.
"Which bastard is tired of living and throws bricks from the roof?!"
One-Eyed spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva, grabbed a hunting rifle from the ground, pointed it at his head, and began cursing.
"Get out here, you son of a bitch!"
A black figure plummeted vertically down the rain column, landing on the deformed roof of a police car.
The metal roof of the vehicle collapsed on the spot.
A dozen or so thugs, carrying torches and machetes, surrounded them.
By the light of the fire, some people were able to make out the face of the person on the roof of the car.
"Wait! Him! Fuck!"
"It's Daredevil! The Daredevil who used to wear a red leather jacket and carry two short sticks, always meddling in other people's business!"
"Hahahaha! This good-for-nothing is still alive? Wasn't there a rumor that his spine was broken at the chemical plant a while ago?"
"But why are all his clothes covered in black? Did he switch to attending funerals?"
One-Eyed Man crawled out of the mud, and after recognizing who it was, burst into laughter:
Daredevil! Nobody watches your old trick of knocking people unconscious and throwing them in front of patrol cars anymore!
"The cops from the 15th Precinct have long been fried into mincemeat, who do you expect to write a meritorious service record for you?!"
Daredevil turned his head, raindrops sliding down his face from his black helmet, his blood-red blind eye locking onto the heartbeat of the one-eyed man.
He pushed off with the ball of his foot on the roof of the car, leaping across the rain and closing in on the one-eyed man.
"Go to hell!"
The one-eyed man pulled the trigger.
The moment the lead bullet left the muzzle, Daredevil had already slid past the side of the gun barrel.
The short stick in his right hand pierced the opponent's throat through his jaw, and hot blood mixed with rainwater spurted out several meters.
The shotgun in the one-eyed man's hand fell to the ground. He clutched his neck with both hands, gurgled twice, and then fell backward.
The surrounding laughter suddenly stopped, and everyone was stunned.
"Murder... Daredevil has killed someone!"
"He actually stabbed the boss to death!"
"Damn! He's all alone! Let's all chop him up!"
The six rioters closest to the police car raised fire axes and iron pipes and rushed at the police car from both sides simultaneously.
Matthew thrust his short stick forward with his left hand, piercing the heart of the thug on his left, and then easily sent the man flying with a flick of his wrist.
He immediately knocked down his two companions who were holding axes.
A right foot swept across, striking the thug on the right temple; the sound of his skull shattering drowned out the sound of the rain.
Two short sticks, evading limbs and shoulders in the rain, aimed straight for the throat and heart.
In less than ten seconds, no one was left standing around the police car, and rainwater mixed with thick blood flowed down the sidewalk and into the sewer.
Daredevil flicked away the remaining blood droplets from his short stick and looked up at the red brick building.
There were a dozen or so rapid breaths coming from there.