Don't think too highly of yourself or me. Even though we have superpowers, we are still ordinary mortals with emotions. Thinking this way will make your life a bit easier."
Emil silently repeated Matt's words.
He seemed to understand something, yet at the same time, he felt completely lost as to what Matt was talking about.
In the brief moment Emil was stunned, Matt had already pocketed almost all the red balls on the table.
Never underestimate Matt's pool skills just because he is blind. Merely by the sound of the balls colliding with the table and the slightest vibration of the table, Matt could pinpoint the exact location of all the pool balls.
Although Matt repeatedly claimed that he and Emil were just ordinary people, he was, after all, Daredevil, possessing a superhuman sense of touch. He didn't slack off in the slightest with his hands. If not for a small mistake, he probably could have finished the game in a single shot.
Emil was dumbfounded. He wasn't completely unfamiliar with snooker.
But even though he was now a vengeful spirit, unless he used Yin Power, his pool skills were only at an amateur spectator level. How could he compare to a master like Matt, whose skill was almost professional?
He looked at the cue stick Matt handed him, then tossed it aside without hesitation. He walked over to Matt, looking serious, and said, "Mr. Matt, how about we continue listening to your story?"
"Alright." Seeing that Emil really didn't like the sport, Matt sat down. He said wistfully, "This used to be my favorite activity."
Emil suddenly remembered, "Mr. Matt, your eyes weren't blind from birth, were they?"
Matt shook his head, "Of course not."
When Matt was very young, he could still see. Once, he went to the docks where his father, Jack, worked to find him. The docks were busy, and Matt wandered around for a long time before finding the foreman in charge.
However, what the foreman said greatly surprised Matt. The foreman told Matt, "Are you looking for Jack Murdock? No, he's not here. He left several months ago. You should go."
Disappointed, Matt heard the foreman's words, and a vague suspicion began to form in his mind.
Perhaps the things the children who chased and beat him said weren't entirely made up. Matt felt a bit flustered, and the report card in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, landing in a puddle of Water, slowly getting wet and soaked.
He found his father's location. On the docks, in a secluded alley, someone was begging in a trembling voice, "Don't hurt me..."
Jack's voice was no longer the gentle tone he used at home; he had reverted to the fierce "devil" from the black market boxing ring: "I will. I have to. You know I have a heavy burden..."
Matt couldn't believe his eyes. He saw Jack violently slam the chubby, seemingly harmless man against a steel pipe. He cried out in alarm, "Dad?"
Jack turned around, but Matt had already twisted away and run off. He didn't know where he should go or what he should do; he just kept running forward, without stopping for a moment.
The docks were filled with barrels of radioactive chemical substances. Matt's small body weaved between these chemical barrels.
He ran tirelessly, deeply disappointed in his father.
Running along, he almost collided with a forklift from the factory on the docks. The forklift driver swerved sharply, but it was too late. The forklift's body, while turning, struck a barrel containing chemical substances, and the chemicals splashed onto Matt's eyes.
The chemical substances burned Matt's optic nerves, and he lost his sight from then on. Matt fumbled and asked for a glass of whiskey: "When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital bed. My eyes were bandaged, but I knew it was useless."
For some reason, Emil suddenly recalled the sensation he felt in his previous life when the holy spear of longinus pierced his lower abdomen. It was also a sudden blackness before his eyes, and then all his senses stopped working. He couldn't feel space, couldn't feel time, as if everything in the world had moved away from him.
Matt said in a calm voice, "I knew I was blind. But strangely, my other four senses were enhanced. I could feel movements happening far away, and I even gained a sixth sense independent of the five senses."
He said, "My father apologized to me, and we silently promised each other: never give up, be fearless, and persevere even when the odds are against us. We were two fighters making a comeback. I lost my sight but gained an unexpected gift; my remaining senses became as sharp as Superman's, and even more miraculously, my hearing was as sensitive as radar."
Above the bustling streets of Hell's Kitchen was Matt's playground for training his abilities. He diligently trained his body and senses.
His acute sense of touch gave Matt strength and balance. He could roam throughout the city, just as he and his father had agreed. Matt became a fearless boy, while his father returned to the black market boxing ring, becoming the undefeated "devil."
Until one day, Feren finally sought out Jack. He appeared at the entrance to the backstage area of the boxing ring: "Long time no see, Jack the Devil."
Jack didn't want to return to Feren's control and become a gangster enforcer. He shook his head and said, "Feren, I stopped working for you a long time ago."
However, Feren laughed and refuted, "No, you always have. Do you really think you won those fights based on your own strength? You're 42 years old. Mit, Mike, Bandis, they're all boxers under my name, just like you..."
He walked over to Jack, still smiling, and pointed at him: "Now, it's your turn. It's your Waterloo."
Feren threatened, "For the sake of your lovely son, I trust you won't do anything foolish, Jack."
After ordering a juice for Emil, Matt clinked glasses with him, saying with regret, "Perhaps, if I hadn't gone to the arena to cheer on my father that day, things wouldn't have turned out so badly."
Emil understood what Matt meant. He remembered that in the movie, while Matt was training his body, he didn't neglect his studies. He got into Columbia University with excellent grades to study law.
Meanwhile, his father, for the sake of survival, had to fight in boxing matches for Feren. On that very night, Matt went to visit his father, which led Jack to defy the gang's order to throw the fight and win the match. Jack won the fight, but he paid for it with his life, murdered by the gang after the match.