Sean coldly watched Jessica and Danny Rand, both still fully capable of fighting. One was a super-strong private investigator, the other a young guardian who had inherited K'un-Lun's legacy. In the original timeline, both had been street heroes renowned throughout Hell's Kitchen, praised and admired by the people, terrifying figures who made criminals and gangs tremble at the mention of their names.
"I remember you. That heavy punch you threw in the Chinese restaurant nearly turned me into Punisher's prisoner." Sean's voice was unusually calm as he glanced at Danny Rand. Iron Fist, once a target coveted by The Hand, wore a stern, guarded expression, while a faint golden glow flowed endlessly across his fists.
Come to think of it, Sean had gotten the inspiration to use the energy within his body as a means of attack from Danny. Only after repeated attempts had he learned how to manipulate the immense energy inside him, releasing it as tangible beams of light and achieving a preliminary level of energy control.
"Jessica Jones, Hell's Kitchen's irritable and sharp-tongued private investigator." Sean turned his head again and looked at Jessica, who had assumed a fighting stance. Her long black hair, leather jacket, and jeans gave the ill-tempered female detective a distinctive air of decadent classicism.
"I'd like to talk with you." The man in the black mask paced forward, his tone relaxed and gentle, as though the person who had just defeated Punisher, Daredevil, and Luke Cage with overwhelming force had been someone else.
"The reason the lawyer became my enemy was because he firmly believed that I—the sinister, treacherous villain—led Elektra into darkness. Matt Murdock, Hell's Kitchen's Daredevil, bravely and fearlessly fought for love, so naturally he had to defeat a villain like me and win back his first love..."
Sean smiled