The night is not always peaceful, especially in Hell's Kitchen. Trying to find tranquility in this place is as difficult as destroying New York.
And on this land of crime, there is someone trying to reclaim that peace in the dark.
His name is Daredevil.
In a hidden room, two groups were in the midst of a tense transaction, unaware of someone slipping in through the night.
"Thump."
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed in the unusually quiet room, as if a giant hammer had struck a brass bell, startling everyone.
"Who?"
Someone spoke in a low voice.
"A rat got in."
Another person chimed in.
Hearing this, the seven or eight people in the dimly lit room pulled out their guns and began scanning the surroundings warily.
A shadow flashed past them, and one of them let out a groan and fell to the ground.
"Bang bang bang!"
One of them, quick on the draw, fired his gun, but missed the target.
"Be careful, something strange is happening!"
A man, apparently the leader, ordered harshly:
"You two check over there, you two cover this side, and we'll move this way."
The group cautiously split up, searching for their enemy.
"There he is!"
After an urgent shout, the sound of another body hitting the ground echoed.
"Gulp."
The leader swallowed hard, the ferocity on his face turning into fear.
He remembered the legend—the lunatic, the devil who roamed the night.
Even though he was ruthless and well-known in Hell's Kitchen, a small boss of sorts, he was struggling to keep control of his bladder.
But as tough as he was, what did he count for compared to the Kingpin, the uncrowned king of Hell's Kitchen?
And this devil… was the one who could take down even the Kingpin!
He wanted to turn and run, but logic told him that doing so would only lead to a worse outcome.
He could only pray that this guy wasn't the devil.
"Bang, bang."
"Thud!"
Another two men fell.
The small boss could barely hold onto his gun, his body stiff as he moved back.
Run!
It definitely was the devil!
Just as that thought arose, he heard the sound of someone falling beside him.
He's here…
…
The next day, in Matt Murdock's law office.
Matt sat in his chair, while Foggy read aloud a report.
"…This is already the fifth similar case lately."
Foggy's face lacked any of his usual playful expressions when with Matt, showing only seriousness.
"All young, attractive women, all at night…"
Matt leaned his head back, his expression blank as he analyzed.
"This is someone with experience, likely someone who recently started operating in our area."
Foggy nodded and said:
"Yeah, this damn bastard has women too scared to go out at night."
"But the behavior of the missing women is too strange…"
Matt frowned, recalling the oddities in the five cases.
"Like that European girl, her mother said she seemed drugged and didn't recognize anyone before she ran out of the house…"
"Yeah, could it really be some kind of drug?"
"Drug?"
Matt pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"It's probably something even more frightening…"
Seeing Matt deep in thought, Foggy sighed.
"Let it go, Matt. We're just lawyers."
He spread his hands and said:
"Solving cases is a job for the police! I only thought this case was interesting and brought it to you. Don't get too caught up in it."
Hearing his friend's concern, Matt was silent for a while, then smiled.
"I know, I won't overthink it; it's not our responsibility anyway."
Seeing that Matt seemed to listen, Foggy felt relieved and walked out the door.
After Foggy left, however, Matt's expression became thoughtful again as he reviewed the case in his mind.
As Daredevil, he realized something was very wrong about this case, as the victims were clearly controlled by some special means.
That special method was likely a power that could control others.
What exactly was this superpower?
He couldn't figure it out.
But he did understand one thing—the police in Hell's Kitchen couldn't deal with this superpowered criminal.
If they could, there wouldn't have been a fifth victim.
Not that he ever expected anything from the police.
What could you expect from the cops in Hell's Kitchen?
It's good enough if they don't rob you!
If the police couldn't handle it, then Daredevil would!
Hell's Kitchen was now his territory.
Ever since that day when Lynch killed the Kingpin in a restaurant, Hell's Kitchen had plunged into chaos.
Numerous gangs, big and small, emerged to fight for Kingpin's legacy, eager to become the new king of Hell's Kitchen.
But none succeeded, because Daredevil was there.
As rumors spread that Kingpin died after crossing paths with Daredevil, and with the strength Daredevil displayed during the chaos, everyone began to acknowledge this legend.
However, Daredevil couldn't take down all the gangs, because almost everyone in Hell's Kitchen had ties to them.
In the end, with Daredevil's tacit approval, several gangs formed an alliance to control Hell's Kitchen.
But many believed…
Daredevil was the real master of Hell's Kitchen!
Don't believe it?
Then watch your step if you walk around at night!
And as for Matt Murdock, without his archenemy Kingpin, he found himself moving smoothly on both his paths as a lawyer and a vigilante.
Until today, when he discovered a new enemy—a new arrival, or perhaps someone newly empowered.
Someone who could control others, an extremely dangerous individual!
But why would Daredevil be afraid?
The men of the Murdock family have the toughest bodies and the bravest hearts!
Whoever it is, if they dare cause trouble in Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil will take them down!
…
In a small bar, the dance floor was filled with men and women shaking their heads and twisting their bodies.
"What the hell are you doing?"
A man's rude cursing didn't cause even a ripple in the noisy crowd, although a few people nearby glanced over in curiosity.
The two of them had been grinding together, dancing suggestively, their bodies pressed tightly. If not for the setting, they seemed moments away from getting even closer.
But suddenly, the seductive woman froze, her body stiffening, which made the man feel very displeased and led to his outburst.
But what surprised the man even more was what happened next.
The alluring woman, her face expressionless, pushed her way through the crowd and headed for the bar's exit.
"Where the hell are you going?"
The man, confused, shouted as he chased after her.
He caught up with her and tried to grab her hand, but couldn't stop her.
She continued out of the bar and walked in a certain direction.
The somewhat thick-skinned man noticed that she seemed different now—the demeanor and strength of this woman were far from the affectionate beauty he had just danced with.
After standing there for a while, face filled with indecision, he finally chose to follow her. Why? Because she was too damn gorgeous!
The woman walked faster and faster, soon arriving at a sparsely populated street, making the man chasing her feel increasingly uneasy.
Could it be… something supernatural?
Anxious, he sped up and caught up with her in one burst.
"Hey! What's going on with you?"
He grabbed her arm with all his strength, and unexpectedly, she stopped.
Hope reignited in his heart, and he quickly moved to stand in front of her. When he looked at her face, though, he almost felt his soul leave his body.
This was a secluded area, and only distant streetlights cast a dim light on the woman's face.
The previously charming smile was replaced by a cold, blank expression.
She looked like a lifeless corpse.
"Damn…"
After taking a closer look at her beautiful face, a wicked fire ignited within him.
Swallowing nervously, he dared to reach out to touch her.
So what if she was a ghost?
He'd done all sorts of things in his life!
Such a beautiful woman—ghost or not, she was worth it!
But before he could even touch her, a sharp pain struck his head, and he fell to the ground without a sound.
As he fell, a figure was revealed—a young girl, petite and delicate.
The girl glanced coldly at the fallen man, then turned and walked away. The woman followed her.
Suddenly, the girl jerked her head up, looking towards a patch of darkness.
A shadow shot out from the dark, rushing toward her with fierce momentum.
But she merely snorted and threw a punch.
This seemingly soft, delicate fist carried an unexpected, powerful force, hitting the shadow and sending it flying into the wall.
The shadow was none other than Daredevil, Matt Murdock.
Landing on the ground, Daredevil was struck by a profound sense of disbelief.
His forceful strike had been shattered so easily by this young girl. In fact, the punch had broken at least five or six of his bones.
Could this girl be related to Lynch?
Daredevil's heart was filled with dismay.
Why wouldn't he be upset?
He had been staking out for so long, finally catching the target in action, only to be taken down in one punch by a young girl!
Why was Hell's Kitchen always full of monsters?
How was he supposed to survive here?
But the young girl showed him no mercy. Seizing the opportunity of his injury, she rushed at him.
Daredevil struggled to get up, spat out a mouthful of blood, pulled something from his suit, and shot a grappling hook towards a nearby building, pulling himself up rapidly.
Run!
If he didn't, he'd be beaten to death!
Having witnessed Lynch's overpowering strength, Daredevil had no desire to fight the young girl. He only wanted to get away and regroup.
But then something happened that stunned him.
The young girl, running towards him, crouched slightly and leapt five or six meters into the air, almost catching him.
And that wasn't the strangest part…
She didn't fall down; instead, she began to glide in the air.
She can fly?
Lynch! Didn't you say you had no siblings?
I'm going to die at your sister's hands!
Daredevil lamented inwardly, but then suddenly noticed that the young girl had dropped back down, retraced her steps, and disappeared from sight.