Matt Murdoch examined the hooded man and asked in a cold voice, "Which organization are you from? How many children have you kidnapped? Where are you going to send them?"
"Hehehe..."
The hooded man who was nailed to the wall by the sacred vector did not show any fear after hearing Matt's threat. Instead, he let out a sinister laugh, his eyes revealing a chilling fanaticism.
Matt Murdoch sneered, then punched the hooded man in the abdomen.
Bang!
A huge force hit the abdomen, followed by a spasm of pain, causing the hooded man's laughter to stop abruptly.
Matt Murdoch shook his hand and said coldly, "Now, can you answer my question?"
"You son of a b * tch..."
The hooded man's eyes flashed fiercely and he spat out unbearable vulgarities.
But before he could finish speaking, he was beaten by Matt.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Matt was expressionless as his fists rained down on the hooded man, and he even hit all the pain points in his body.
Matt, who had learned martial arts from the staff, was quite proficient in the weaknesses of the human body, and he was very good at controlling his strength. Every punch could guarantee that the hooded man would be in so much pain that he would not faint.
After more than a dozen punches, the hooded man convulsed in pain that he did not even have the strength to scream.
"Are you comfortable?"
Matt took out a tissue from somewhere and wiped his bloody fists. Then he said lightly, "Now, you can answer my question."
He would not show mercy to such scum who sold children!
In the past, he might have considered killing people, but after joining the Wandenreich, this concept had been completely removed from his mind!
"By the way..."
Matt wiped his hands and said coldly, "Don't think that you can be free just because you die. I can still beat your soul. If you don't believe me, you can experience it for yourself later."
"..."
As a Quincy, Matt could wait for the hooded man to die and torture his soul again!
The hooded man seemed to be frightened by this sentence. Seeing that Matt did not seem to be joking, he deliberated for a moment and said hesitantly, "We are... fanatics!"
"Fanatic?"
Matt frowned. He searched his mind and found that he had never heard of this organization. He asked, "You mentioned the sacrifice just now. What do you mean?"
"It means the literal meaning..."
The hooded man took the opportunity to take a few breaths, then endured the pain and said, "This child is a sacrifice for the great Dark Ruler!"
"Dark Ruler?"
Matt's frown deepened. It was another unfamiliar term.
"Yes, the great Ruler of Darkness!"
The hooded man shouted fanatically, "He is the Ruler of Darkness, the end of infinite time, the only true god in the world!"
"Tsk-tsk-tsk... Another lunatic."
A trace of disgust rose in Mate Murdoch's eyebrows, and he identified the hooded man in front of him as a member of a cult.
As a lawyer, he had read through many cases. Among them, there were people who carried out crimes everywhere in the name of a certain evil god in the name of faith. There were even many of them who were brainwashed and laid their hands on their loved ones.
"Hehehe..."
The hooded man smiled coldly. "Looks like you don't believe in the Ruler of Darkness."
Matt sneered. "I only believe in the law."
The hooded man licked his lips and said seductively, "If you are willing to join us, you can obtain eternal life!"
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
Matt shook his head and said indifferently, "Tell me where the base of your organization is. I can let you die a quick death."
"No need."
The hooded man suddenly raised his head, revealing the dark, cracked eye sockets hidden under the hood. He grinned. "You will see the leader of our organization soon!"
"Eh? Not good!"
Matt Murdoch's heart throbbed, his pupils contracted slightly, and the hairs on his back stood up.
Hu!
A sharp sound of air breaking came from behind him, mixed with a strong killing intent as he pounced over!
Matt reacted quickly. He lowered his body and rolled forward, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack from behind.
Before Matt could get up from the ground, he caught a glimpse of an orange-yellow whip coming at him from the corner of his eye!
Crack!
There was no time to dodge. Matt was hit in the chest by the orange-yellow whip, and his flesh was immediately split open.
"Ah -"
Matt couldn't help but let out a miserable cry. He endured the pain and removed the staff, turning it back into two short sticks in his hand.
In this narrow alley, the staff could not be used at all, and it was better to face this kind of battle than a short stick.
Crack! Crack!
The two orange-yellow whips were mixed with the sound of explosions, causing the air to crackle like firecrackers.
Matt jumped back and dodged the two whips. His gaze fell on the person who had attacked him.
He saw that the person was wearing the same yellow robe as the hooded man. The dark black eye sockets were covered with turtle cracks and there was a disturbing chill in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Matt asked after taking a few breaths to recover from the injuries on his chest.
The man sneered, "Kaecilius, the leader of the Zealot."
...
Spirit Cleansing Pavilion.
Lod stared at the bald big shot in front of him and asked, "Sorcerer Supreme suddenly came to visit. What is it?"
Sorcerer Supreme smiled and said, "I came to find you to ask you for a favor."
Favor?
When Lod heard this, he unconsciously frowned. "With your power, do you still need my help?"
The implication of this sentence was that even if you couldn't solve the problem, it was even more impossible for me to solve it.
Sorcerer Supreme smiled and said, "Don't worry. It's not a big deal, and it has something to do with you."
"Oh?"
Lod raised his eyebrows and became a little interested. "Does it have anything to do with me?"
"That's right."
Sorcerer Supreme chuckled. "Do you still remember Chthon?"
"Of course I remember." The corners of Lod's mouth twitched.
"That's good."
Sorcerer Supreme nodded slightly and continued, "Do you still remember the item that summoned Chthon? It was the Dark Divine Book."
"I remember..." Lod glanced at Sorcerer Supreme and asked in confusion, "Wasn't that book taken away by you?"
"No."
Sorcerer Supreme shook her head and said, "When Chthon left Earth, he used his last bit of power to tear up the Dark Divine Book and scattered it all over the world. So I hope you can help me collect these scattered pages."
"Uh..."
Lod hesitated for a moment. "Then why don't you collect it yourself? It shouldn't be difficult for you."
"No."
Sorcerer Supreme sighed. "Chthon blocked me with black magic, so it's impossible for me to find the Dark Divine Book."
"Then why are you looking for me?" Lod asked in confusion.
Sorcerer Supreme gave him a deep look and said, "Because you have the power of Chthon and will attract the Dark Divine Book in the dark, so I can only ask you for help."