He turned his head to look: "Who dares to obstruct My Lord Feren's subordinates from doing their work?" To his surprise, it wasn't some burly strongman who grabbed his arm, but a blind man wearing sunglasses and holding a cane. It looked like a rather peculiar scene.
Redhead pulled a black pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Matt's forehead: "If you don't want to die, you'd better let go of your hand!"
"No, don't do this, I can agree to transfer the pool hall!"
Seeing that the Redhead youth had already drawn his gun, Jeffer, the owner of the pool hall who had already suffered at Feren's hands, immediately panicked. He tried his best to appear more confident: "As long as the price you offer is suitable..."
"What did you say? You dare to ask for money from My Lord Feren's subordinates?" To Jeffer's surprise, it seemed that Feren, as one of the biggest BOSSes in Hell's Kitchen's underworld, was determined to snatch this pool hall from him.
Matt cleared his throat, then suddenly reached out and touched the pistol, saying slowly: "Let me guess, what is this..."
When Redhead heard Matt speak, his face immediately darkened. He turned the gun to point at Matt: "Are you..."
"Blind? That's right, I'm blind." Matt smiled.
As Matt walked out of the darkness, the Redhead youth could finally see clearly that this person who inexplicably came to disrupt the situation really seemed unable to see what was in front of him.
However, although this guy's eyes couldn't see, the strength in his hands was considerable, clamping down on his hand like an iron vise.
This blind man was too ignorant of what was good for him; he had to be taught a lesson.
The Redhead youth glared at Matt, and with his other free hand, he inverted the pistol and was about to smash Matt's head with the gun butt.
If his pistol could hit Daredevil, then Redhead would not have been merely a small leader under Feren.
Matt listened to the wind to orient himself, and with a slight tilt of his head, he had already avoided the gun butt.
He couldn't see, so he had to ask: "Tell me, which hand of the store owner did you break?"
Redhead snorted and didn't speak. Emil, who had watched the whole thing from the beginning, answered: "They broke the owner's right hand."
"Very good, thank you, Emil." Matt nodded politely. He walked in front of Redhead, seemingly defenseless: "Alright, now the last question has been clarified."
"You bastard, get lost!" As Feren's capable enforcer, the Redhead youth completely disregarded Emil, who stood aside wearing a Columbia University uniform.
He raised his fist, bringing a "whooshing" sound, and punched Matt in the face.
Meanwhile, Emil started fighting with the subordinates the Redhead youth had brought. These were just street hooligans who swarmed him, surrounding Emil and beating him wildly.
If it were Emil before his revival, or Wu Di in his previous life, he would have already been beaten to the ground by now.
But Emil, who had become a Wraith Body, did not pay any attention to these heavy punches. His body constantly jumped and dodged, and when he couldn't dodge, he instantly transformed his body into a The empty soul body .
The lighting in the pool hall was dim, and these hooligans, who were strenuously "beating people," didn't notice the anomaly on Emil's body at all. Often, when their fists seemed to have hit Emil, they would only see a distortion of light on Emil's body, and their fists would inexplicably pass through.
Emil didn't take these people's attacks seriously at all. He even got a little bored and started summarizing his abilities: "It seems that once my body turns into a Vengeful Ghost body, I can avoid ordinary physical attacks!"
"I just don't know if there's a limit to this ability. Is it completely immune to physical attacks, or can it only dodge attacks from ordinary people? Or, if I face energy attacks or magic attacks, can I avoid them?" Hmm, this is a profound question with research value. Emil was lost in thought for a moment.
Only those hooligans, sweating profusely, were left exhausted and panting, looking at each other. Was this yellow-skinned monkey too agile? Why couldn't they even touch a single hair on him?
Matt stepped back to dodge Redhead's punch, then spun around and appeared behind Redhead. Redhead tried to turn and punch, but his arm was already firmly controlled by Matt.
As soon as he tried to raise the hand holding the gun, Matt had already kicked out.
This kick struck Redhead like a speeding train. He was kicked off the ground and his entire body crashed into the pool hall bar. The pistol in his hand flew out and was lightly stepped on by Matt.
There were a few tables of customers in the pool hall who had been blocked from leaving by the Redhead youth and his men. Now, seeing Emil and Matt display their skills, they all cheered in unison. These customers, who loved to watch a good show, shouted in unison, fanning the flames and urging Matt to take down Feren's subordinates.
Emil easily knocked down several panting big men, and then turned to Matt with some curiosity, wanting to see how Daredevil, as one of the Superheroes, would deal with these bastards.
Matt squatted in front of the collapsed Redhead and patiently asked: "So, sir, since you broke the owner's right hand, shouldn't you pay the price for your illegal actions now?"
"You blind man, stop talking nonsense. Since I've fallen into your hands, do whatever you want with me, beat me or kill me." Redhead had worked for Feren for so many years and had seen all kinds of fierce and evil people.
He could feel the murderous aura emanating from Matt and had no doubt that Matt was a desperado. In the hands of such desperadoes, begging for mercy or not made no difference, but he still held a glimmer of hope: "I told you, you have no evidence that I broke Jeffer's hand, I am innocent!"
Matt's eyes were on Redhead, then he raised them and scanned the direction where Emil was: "Is that so? But I don't agree with your defense."
He squeezed Redhead's arm, gradually applying force, and Redhead immediately cried out in pain. He knew that if this blind man in front of him applied even a little more force, his arm would be crushed.
He cried out in pain: "Who said you're a judge? By what right do you convict me?"
Matt seemed to be speaking to Redhead, and also explaining to Emil: "Morality is the judge, justice declares you guilty! Don't worry about your strength, as long as your conscience speaks, you can act freely! The simplest way to deal with bastards is violence!"