Sean's appearance seemed to freeze the entire underground space for an instant. Whether they were members of The Hand or street heroes from Hell's Kitchen, they all instinctively held their breath, staring warily and apprehensively at the black figure emerging from the darkness.
Elektra crossed the battlefield with a graceful stride and came to Sean's side. The cold woman who had just fiercely beheaded Murakami now seemed like a docile kitten, her chilling aura that made others keep their distance utterly gone.
The scene took on a strange air. Once Sean entered the battlefield, both The Hand and Hell's Kitchen's street heroes had somehow become the weaker side.
"I'll give you a chance to leave." Sean tossed the unconscious Danny Rand onto the ground as though discarding trash, his gaze sweeping over Hell's Kitchen's street heroes. "Take your companion and go. The game's over."
His target was The Hand. The street heroes of Hell's Kitchen had already completed their task; rather than waste any more effort, he might as well let them leave on their own.
Jessica exchanged a glance with Luke Cage, then looked toward the Punisher. They were indeed wary of this man of unknown origins, especially the Punisher, who had lost to him twice in a row and been left in a thoroughly miserable state.
"Where's Daredevil?" Seeing Luke Cage sling the unconscious Iron Fist over his shoulder, the Punisher could not help asking about their other companion.
"He's lying in some cold corner. Let's hope he hasn't bled to death by the time you find him," Elektra answered calmly.
What a cold-hearted woman. The Punisher muttered inwardly, then waved Jessica and the others out of the battlefield.
Watching the street heroes vanish into the darkness, Sean stood leisurely at the center of the battlefield. The members