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In the void dimension, Oliver looked at the three beautifully crafted player cards in his hand, feeling extremely satisfied.Player: Magellan
Source: "One Piece"
Title: The Strongest Man in Prison
Current Skills: Poison Channel, Poison Gas Bomb, Poison Pufferfish, Poison Dragon
Background: A user of the superhuman Poison-Poison Fruit, Poison Man, former director of the Deep Sea Prison Advance City, with a strong sense of responsibility.
The man who looks like Satan, with horns on his head and bat wings on his back, is Magellan.
"Men with a strong sense of responsibility are the most handsome," Oliver held the card and commented with a smile. "Perhaps we can consider assigning some personal tasks to the director. Maybe some other big things can happen. It's perfect."
Before he finished speaking, Oliver picked up the second card.
A sexy beauty with long pink hair jumped up.
Player: Tina
Source: "One Piece"
Title: "Black Threshold" Tina
Current Skills: Black Spear, Qiao·Feather Prison
Background: The user of the Kankan Fruit, she is proud of her ability, and constantly training her self-confidence is the source of her confidence.
The third card.
Player: Tao Baibai
Source: Dragon Ball
Title: The World's No. 1 Killer
Current Skills: High-speed Movement, Dodonpa (Dodon Ray)
Background: A killer who follows the code of a killer. Payment is required; if not in this life, perhaps the next. Just tell him who you want dead; his life is that simple.
Although Tao Baibai encountered Magellan, known as the nemesis of melee combat, after fighting four people alone, he managed to escape unscathed from the opponent's fierce attack, proving the title of "No. 1 Killer" is well-deserved.
Because of his participation in this incident, Tao Baibai obtained a large number of rubies, making it a fruitful harvest. Despite the slight loss of face when running away in the end, overall, this was a business sure to make money.
Oliver not only took away most of the jade but also planned to add fuel to the fire.
"Now that I have accumulated enough [Jade], it seems like it's time to add some fun to make the real dimension more lively."
A smile appeared on Oliver's face as he saw a large amount of [Jade] gathering, as if to condense into something.
"Now is not the time!"
Then he shifted his gaze to Hell's Kitchen.
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10th Avenue.
Matt Murdock stood at the intersection of Tenth Avenue and West Thirty-ninth Street, looking across the street at the cluttered and filthy residential area.
After he became blind, he developed extraordinary super senses, which he called "radar perception." This allows him to perceive the surrounding situation more keenly than ordinary people, noticing even subtle details. Although blind, he can see those dirty places more clearly.
"Boom~"
The roar of motorcycles in the distance was deafening. Occasionally, loud laughter came from the alley not far away, followed by quarrels from people returning home drunk. The nearby residents had long been accustomed to these noises, becoming numb and indifferent, or perhaps part of the noise.
Matt shook his head, ignoring the complicated information. He had a commission to fulfill today.
He needed to find the suspect involved in the bar robbery a few days ago—Jimmy, a 30-year-old Irishman. Jimmy was a habitual robber, but his latest action went wrong. The bar he robbed belonged to the Maggia Gang, and the victim was a member of the famous local biker gang.
According to the information Matt had collected, Jimmy was taken away by the Maggia gang on the night of the bar robbery. After a night, Jimmy returned to his cheap apartment but hadn't shown up for three or four days since.
Matt arrived at Jimmy's apartment, posing as a lawyer hired by other robbery victims to gather information. Before heading upstairs to Jimmy's room, he decided to ask the landlady for some details.
"Hello, ma'am, does Jimmy still live here?" Matt spoke to the middle-aged woman in front of him, wearing a greasy apron, in a gentle and polite manner.
"Young man, Mrs. Amy would like to kindly remind you that this is not the place for you to come."
The apartment owner, Mrs. Amy, frowned at the young lawyer in sunglasses and a suit, speaking loudly.
"Mrs. Amy, I'm here on behalf of a client to find Jimmy, who was involved in a robbery. I need to find out some information from him."
Matt said to Mrs. Amy in a leisurely manner.
"I knew that bastard Jimmy was no good, but who else can live in my cheap apartment and be good?"
Mrs. Amy curled her lips, clearly disgusted with scum like Jimmy.
"Jimmy caused quite a bit of trouble before. Not only did he cause trouble in the Maggia Gang's bar, but he also robbed the biker gang of their freshly traded money. That guy is really lucky to be alive."
Finally finding someone to talk to, Mrs. Amy grabbed Matt and started complaining non-stop.
"Since my husband died, I've been cleaning up this apartment and renting it out to assholes like Jimmy. After all, no one else would live here except them."
"The price I want is not high, and no registration is required. Where can I find such a good cheap apartment?"
"But that bastard Jimmy not only owed me two months' rent but also offended the Maggia Gang. Ever since he was taken away by the Maggia Gang that night, he acted like a madman when he came back."
"What do you mean?" Matt asked, puzzled. "He's crazy?"
"Yes, from that day on, he locked his room and refused to come out. I knocked on the door but got no response. I knew he wasn't dead yet, but he probably wouldn't last much longer."
"Maggia Gang?"
Matt caught a key word, thinking about what Mrs. Amy said about Jimmy being crazy, and had some bad associations. He had been following the recent cases of missing shadows in Hell's Kitchen, and most victims who lost their shadows had some connection to the Maggia Gang.
Recalling what Fudge had said about the living dead, Matt wondered if this was a sign of madness. After all, zombies couldn't be resurrected.
…
"Yes, that bar belongs to the Maggia Gang, and the biker gang that was robbed is also related to the Maggia Gang."
Mrs. Amy said in a low voice.
"If you ask me, Jimmy deserves it. He could have provoked anyone else but the Maggia Gang. He should be thankful for having saved his life."
"Thank you for the information, ma'am. I'm going to go up to see Jimmy. Which floor does he live on?"
Matt asked politely.
"Upstairs. He's on the second floor, but..."
Before Mrs. Amy could finish her words, she was interrupted by the roar of a motorcycle whizzing outside the apartment building.
Hmm? The roar of the motorcycle sounded very familiar.
Aren't these the biker gang he heard on the street corner? Are they here to cause trouble?
Matt frowned slightly, his expression solemn.
The next second, the apartment building door was kicked open from the outside. The leader was a young man about twenty years old, muscular and tightly wrapped in a black outfit, making his muscular body more prominent.
"What floor is that damn bastard Jimmy on?"
The biker gang member demanded in a muffled voice.
"Second floor."
Mrs. Amy was so frightened that she quickly took two steps back.
"Move out!"
The gang leader waved his hand, and they swarmed towards the second floor.
The next second, loud banging on the door, followed by Jimmy's shrill screams and the sounds of things being smashed and cursing from the biker gang members, echoed.
"Oh, my furniture! That bastard Jimmy can't afford to pay me. If he doesn't die this time, I will definitely kick him out of here."
Mrs. Amy slapped her thigh, looking extremely distressed.
End of this chapter