"Look out behind you, Dagger!"
William roared, his voice distorted by fear and urgency.
His brain worked at an unprecedented speed, adrenaline surging through his veins.
He was at least two meters away from Jessica.
What to do?
What to do!
In the nick of time, William caught a glimpse of something at his feet—a rough red brick.
Its edge still had a fresh chip.
It had clearly fallen when the bearded brute earlier had crashed through the wall.
There was no time to hesitate.
William bent down abruptly and scooped it up.
He had never fought so desperately in his life.
The veins on his arm bulged, more prominent than ever before.
He used all the strength he was born with, flinging it out wildly like a blind cat hitting a dead mouse!
"Whoosh—thud!"
The brick arced through the air in a crooked, ungraceful parabola, narrowly missing a thug's ear.
It ultimately didn't hit the stealthy attacker.
Instead, it smashed heavily into a man-high tin filing cabinet beside him.
After a deafening crash, the cabinet door was dented inwards.
The enemy, holding a Dagger and about to enjoy the thrill of a sneak attack, froze.
Like a startled wildcat, he instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
A flicker of surprise and annoyed interruption crossed his eyes.
It was this brief, almost negligible delay!
Jessica suddenly twisted her waist and turned sideways.
Her right leg, like a taut steel whip, sliced through the air with a sharp whoosh.
With an incredibly tricky upward spin kick, she precisely struck the attacker's wrist, which was tightly gripping the Dagger!
"Crack!"
A bone-chilling crunch of bone breaking was clearly audible.
"Ah—!"
The attacker let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.
The seemingly poisoned Dagger flew from his hand.
Jessica's movements didn't stop; she pressed her advantage.
She spun with the momentum, delivering a backhand elbow strike to the enemy's exposed Sun Temple, left open by the intense pain.
"Thump!"
The man didn't even have time to groan, his eyes rolling back.
His body, as if its bones had been removed, collapsed limply to the ground.
"Not bad."
Jessica glanced at him, her expression complex and unreadable.
The enemies didn't retreat because a few of their companions had quickly fallen.
Instead, their ferocity was ignited, and they surrounded her even more fearlessly.
The active space in the room was further compressed.
But Jessica remained fierce.
William clearly saw a baseball bat snap in half when it hit her head.
Oh, right!
How could he have forgotten that her defense was also very high?
Then it's fine.
But soon, William's heart tightened again.
He saw several figures rush up from the broken staircase, one of them holding a dark, menacing submachine gun!
The muzzle gleamed with the cold metallic luster unique to firearms.
This was no longer the level of street thugs fighting!
This was a shootout!
Lives were at stake!
Could this female hero withstand bullets?
Jessica had clearly seen the deadly weapon too.
She quickly moved to William's side and somewhat roughly pulled him behind her.
They stood with their backs against a relatively intact wall.
Jessica's eyes were as heavy as Water, fixed on the approaching enemies who had already aimed their guns at them.
There were already over ten enemies in the room.
They were a dark mass, completely surrounding the two of them in the corner.
The guy with the submachine gun had a cruel, twisted smile on his face.
The dark muzzle was steadily aimed at Jessica and William behind her.
This was a true dead end.
He instinctively clutched the briefcase in his hand, the metal frame digging painfully into his palm.
Was he really going to die here today?
Just as the thug's finger began to pull the trigger.
"Bang!"
A dull, massive impact sound came without warning from the room's ceiling!
The force was so great that the entire room trembled.
Immediately after, to the astonished gazes of everyone—including those vicious thugs—
A section of the ceiling suddenly shattered.
Wood chips, plasterboard fragments, and years of accumulated dust rained down.
A nimble, dark red figure, like a hunting leopard in the night, silently dropped vertically from the broken hole.
He landed precisely behind the thug holding the submachine gun.
A swift and decisive hand chop, like a sharp axe, struck the back of his neck, at the cervical spine.
The thug couldn't even let out a complete scream.
He only squeezed out a short, muffled grunt from his throat, and the submachine gun in his hand dropped.
His entire body, like a puppet with cut strings, collapsed limply to the ground, instantly falling unconscious.
The red figure smoothly scooped it up.
He steadily caught the falling submachine gun and, without even looking, swung it swiftly.
The hard gunstock, with a whooshing sound, smashed heavily into the face of another stunned thug nearby who had just reacted.
"Thwack!"
Another dull thud.
Accompanied by the sound of shattering teeth and a collapsing nose bridge, the unlucky thug screamed and fell backward.
William only felt a blur before his eyes.
The red figure's movements were so fast he could barely see them.
He only heard a few thuds and screams.
Jessica was also visibly stunned for a moment.
Then, a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, with her characteristic mocking tone: "Tsk, trying to steal my business?"
These ordinary people were actually not difficult for her to handle.
No one could last three moves against her.
But the cramped space was not conducive to Jessica's performance.
Plus, having to distract herself with the weak William, that's what made Jessica a bit overwhelmed.
Seeing this situation, Jessica did not stand idly by.
She quickly moved forward to join the fight.
Daredevil did not reply to her taunt.
He just tilted his head slightly.
His ears seemed to move subtly.
As if listening to subtle movements in the surroundings that ordinary people couldn't detect.
The next second.
He, like a swift red whirlwind, actively charged into the group of thugs who had fallen into temporary chaos due to their companions' sudden collapse.
The dull thuds of fists and feet, the crisp cracks of breaking bones, and the screams of the thugs rose and fell.
William stared, dumbfounded, at this savior who had suddenly descended from the sky.
A tight, dark red battle suit encased a lean, powerful physique.
Smooth muscle lines.
Two iconic small horns on the hood.
Another urban legend of Hell's Kitchen.
The vigilante who dispensed justice in the night!
Daredevil?!
He actually saw a live one!
And it was at a fiery scene comparable to a blockbuster movie premiere!
Exciting!
"War Correspondent" and "Senior Risk Data Analyst"
William Rodriguez felt that his "High-Risk Event Live Material Database" was about to undergo an explosive, groundbreaking update.
This shift today was really not for nothing.