Daredevil's submachine gun was more like a counterweight in his hand, whistling as he swung it.
The stock and barrel became deadly blunt weapons in his hands.
The thugs didn't even see his movements; they just felt a blur before their eyes, followed by intense pain.
"Bang! Crack!"
With a spin, the gun stock swept horizontally.
It accurately smashed into the knees of two thugs trying to flank him, the sound of bone cracking clearly audible.
The two cried out, collapsing to the ground, instantly losing their combat ability.
He didn't even look at the two; his body twisted like it had no bones, avoiding an iron pipe ambushing him from behind.
At the same time, his elbow struck first, fiercely digging into the ribs of the attacker.
The man doubled over, staggering backward, his face instantly turning crimson.
William Rodriguez's eyes nearly popped out.
If Jessica Jones's fighting was a brutal crush, then the fighting of this masked man in red was an art of extreme calmness.
Every movement was concise and efficient, without an ounce of wasted effort.
It was as if every move was precisely calculated, always causing maximum damage with minimum cost.
He was like a precision killing machine, strolling through the chaotic battlefield.
Every strike inevitably resulted in an enemy losing their combat capability.
"Now that's professionalism!"
William couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.
Compared to him...
Those fierce thugs were like kindergarten children fighting.
Jessica stopped moving.
She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.
She just watched Daredevil wreak havoc among the crowd, a playful expression on her face, as if enjoying a good show?
She didn't intervene immediately, seemingly wanting to gauge the 'colleague's' abilities.
"Hey, hurry up, I'm almost sober!"
Jessica impatiently shouted, casually grabbing a machete dropped by a unlucky thug.
She delivered a precise flat-blade strike to the calf of a guy who had just gotten up and was still trying to resist.
"Ow!"
The guy clutched his calf and collapsed again, tears welling up in his eyes.
Daredevil ignored Jessica's 'encouragement'.
His movements remained calm and deadly.
He seemed to hear the flow of air, sensing every enemy's breath and heartbeat.
A thug quietly crept behind him, raising a fire axe, just about to bring it down.
Daredevil, without turning his head, suddenly leaned back.
His body was almost parallel to the ground.
The fire axe, whistling through the air, passed just above his nose.
At the same time, he pushed off with his legs.
A beautiful backflip, his feet accurately kicking the attacker in the chest.
"Thud!" After a dull thud, the burly man with the fire axe flew backward.
He even knocked down two of his accomplices.
In just a few minutes...
The dozen or so arrogant thugs in the room were now sprawled across the floor, groaning.
Groans rose and fell.
Not a single one could stand up.
Most of them hadn't even seen how Daredevil struck before they lost consciousness.
William swallowed, feeling his heart pound faster than when he faced the shotgun earlier.
Exciting! So exciting!
This 'risk data' collection was an absolute value package!
He looked at Daredevil's iconic red suit and small horns, a bold idea wildly growing in his mind.
"Boss, boss!"
William watched Daredevil take a couple of steps around the room as if inspecting his territory, and after confirming there were no stragglers, he seemed ready to leave.
He quickly mustered his courage, held up his briefcase, and forced out his most professional and enthusiastic smile, "Hello, sir... uh... Red-clothed Knight!"
"I'm a risk consultant, William Rodriguez!"
"I see you have extraordinary skills and work in a high-risk industry."
"Have you considered getting comprehensive accidental injury insurance and superhero-specific liability insurance for yourself?"
Daredevil paused.
The face under his helmet turned in William's direction.
Although he couldn't see his expression, William could feel an invisible pressure.
Jessica snorted with laughter beside him.
"I'd say, you're really... dedicated."
"He just cleared the place and you're already trying to sell him something?"
William gave a dry laugh and continued, steeling himself, "Oh, you can't say that.
You wouldn't know.
Risk is everywhere.
Especially for heroes like this knight, who walk on the edge of a knife, a solid guarantee is even more necessary!
Our company's newly launched 'Night Guardian' series of insurance is tailor-made for him!
It includes, but is not limited to, secret identity disclosure insurance, equipment damage insurance, and special clauses for villain retaliation..."
Daredevil still 'looked' at him in silence.
It felt like he was being scanned by a precision instrument.
It made William's back prickle slightly.
"Moreover,"
William, enduring the pressure, pulled out a flyer from his briefcase.
"Considering the unique nature of your profession, we can provide anonymous policy services, absolutely confidential!
First-time policyholders also get a 10% discount.
And a complimentary emergency medical kit and battle suit repair allowance!"
Daredevil tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something.
After a few seconds, he spoke.
His voice was deep and hoarse, with a unique texture:
"You... aren't afraid of me?"
The question caught William off guard.
Afraid?
Of course I was afraid!
When you were showing off your power just now, my calves were practically cramping!
But he maintained his professional smile:
"Afraid? How could I be!
You are a hero, a partner of justice!
We insurance practitioners admire clients like you the most!
Besides, the higher the risk, the higher the premium... cough, cough, I mean, we are committed to providing the most secure protection for every client."
Just then, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard outside, growing closer.
Daredevil no longer paid attention to William.
He agilely darted to the window like a civet cat, listening intently.
Then he said to Jessica, "Don't come out again tonight, especially after drinking. The girl has already been sent to the hospital."
With that, his figure flashed, and he leaped out of the broken window.
In a few bounds, he vanished among the buildings shrouded in the night, as if he had never appeared.
"Hey! Daredevil! The policy! Think about it! Next time I'll give you a 20% discount!"
William shouted a couple of futile times at the window.
Only earning a more undisguised sneer from Jessica.
"It seems this trouble is a bit bigger than I expected."
She glanced at the groaning thugs on the floor, then at William.
"Let's go."
Jessica said, already heading for the door.
On her way, she casually picked the wallet from a unconscious thug.
William looked at the mess on the floor.
Then he looked at Jessica's decisive retreating figure.
He quickly hugged his briefcase and jogged after her.
Jessica Jones's attitude towards him seemed to have softened just a little.
And he even met Daredevil today!
Although he didn't successfully sell a policy, this was still a huge step forward!