Daredevil

Early the next morning.

Old Wang and Skye, who had slept in the shop, got up and opened the doors.

Skye went to buy breakfast while Old Wang carried a recliner to the entrance, lay down, and read the newspaper.

It was a habit he had developed at the orphanage.

Back then, there was no money for phones or computers. Grandpa Li, the orphanage director, loved reading newspapers. Old Wang had acted cute with the wisdom he had brought from his previous life, and from a young age, he had Grandpa Li teach him English—what he had learned in the life before that had long since been returned to the teacher. Besides old textbooks, newspapers were the best learning materials.

Although Old Wang had never left Chinatown as a child, he had a decent understanding of the entire Marvel Earth. This was how he had gained it.

However, Grandpa Li had passed away four years ago.

The old man who had picked him up from the standing water outside the orphanage had ultimately been taken away by the Mazu he believed in. He had gone peacefully, without pain.

It had been a blessed passing.

Only then had Old Wang left the painful place that was the orphanage and begun living on his own.

He opened the newspaper, and headline after headline entered his sight.

"Ghost Rider Appears in New York: Vigilante or Criminal?"

"The Only Photo of Ghost Rider: Blurry Back View, Our Hero Is Very Thin."

"Police Successfully Destroy Underground Drug Factory, Rescue Hundreds of Blind People. Director George Publicly Declares He Will Fight Criminals to the End!"

"An Anonymous Police Officer Reveals: Drug Factory Connected to Rand Corporation."

"Graceful as a Soaring Dragon, Delicate as a Startled Swan—Chinese Martial Arts Display Their Might? Chinese Daily Reporter Wang Dalong Follows the Story."

Seeing the last headline, Old Wang froze.

Chinese martial arts displaying their might?

Someone had seen his fight with Madame Gao?

That couldn’t be right. There clearly hadn’t been anyone there.

Could someone have avoided his senses?

Of course, it was also possible there had been a camera Skye had failed to notice, such as a hidden pinhole camera privately installed for some reason.

Besides, the situation had been chaotic, and the basement environment had been complicated. If someone had hidden extremely far away and had eyesight no worse than Hawkeye’s, they could have seen him without being noticed.

Maybe they had not necessarily seen it.

Some people could know what he was doing without using their eyes.

For example…

Daredevil!

Old Wang continued reading the article.

"An anonymous Columbia University law student claimed to have personally witnessed someone using Chinese kung fu to defeat a group of criminals. His blind roommate remained silent on the matter."

Old Wang stroked his chin.

Columbia University? Law school? A blind roommate?

Interesting…

"Skye, do you think we should hire two legal advisers?" Old Wang asked with a smile.

"Huh?"

Skye, who had just returned with breakfast, stared blankly. "We’re a specialty shop, and we need legal advisers? They’re expensive! I read the latest survey. The two most profitable professions in the United States are doctors and lawyers! Forget it. Why would a bathhouse scrubber need an associate professor?"

"Don’t worry. They’re two college students who haven’t graduated yet, so they won’t charge much."

Old Wang’s smile was unfathomable. "Besides, those two aren’t just future great lawyers…"

Skye blinked, feeling that Old Wang was up to no good again.

After Robbie, who was he planning to trick this time?

Columbia University.

A dorm room.

With a bang, the door was violently kicked open. A chubby blond kid waved a newspaper in his hand and shouted, "Matt, look! I made the newspaper! I made the newspaper! And I got the money from the paper! Guess how much? A full thousand! Eight hundred for you, two hundred for me!"

Matt Murdock, wearing sunglasses, smiled and nodded, but his mind was on something else.

A few days ago, he had taken on a private commission. A certain lady believed her husband had a mistress and wanted evidence.

He and his good friend Foggy Nelson had followed the man to a basement and installed a hidden pinhole camera at a critical location.

It had originally been to obtain evidence, but they had unexpectedly captured something astonishing.

A man calling himself "Kunlun Iron Fist" had actually defeated a woman called "Madame Gao" and killed more than a dozen armed thugs!

According to Foggy’s account, both Kunlun Iron Fist and Madame Gao were extremely powerful.

They were even stronger than he was, despite his brutal training since childhood!

Many details were strange.

There were martial arts moves he simply could not understand. For instance, "Kunlun Iron Fist" apparently liked rolling on the ground, and he rolled much faster than an Olympic Games hundred-meter champion. How had he done that?

With a single palm strike, before he even touched anyone, the other person flew away?

Could it have been the "qi" that Master Stick had mentioned—something only kung fu masters could cultivate?

Matt did not know.

Even Master Stick had not cultivated qi. There were not many people in the entire world who had.

Unfortunately, when "Kunlun Iron Fist" suddenly reached out and made a gesture, the pinhole camera malfunctioned. It seemed to have suffered electromagnetic interference or a short circuit. He had no idea what happened in the end, or whether "Madame Gao" had been beaten to death by "Kunlun Iron Fist."

Matt did not care much that Foggy had sold the information to a friend working at a newspaper to make money.

The footage had not been leaked, and neither his nor Foggy’s identity had been exposed. The only problem was that their friend had actually mentioned in the newspaper that he was blind.

No one would specifically come looking for him, right?

Matt was not particularly concerned about that.

Two names surfaced in his mind:

Ghost Rider. Kunlun Iron Fist.

Who exactly were they?

They had destroyed a drug manufacturing and trafficking operation. Could they be vigilantes?

There were so many criminal organizations in this world. His father had been beaten to death by criminals. The law and the state’s violent institutions could not eliminate every evil. Perhaps sometimes, measures beyond the scope of the law were necessary.

Maybe I could be a vigilante too…

Ring ring ring!

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Foggy hurriedly answered it. "Hello, who are you looking for? What? You’re looking for Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson? Legal advisers? Really? The pay isn’t much? No problem, no problem. We’re not doing this for money, but for, for… okay, that’s settled!"

After hanging up, Foggy rushed over to Matt, grabbed him in a hug, and shouted excitedly, "Matt, someone wants to hire us as legal advisers! Twenty thousand a year, all expenses reimbursed, representation and lawsuits charged separately, one-year contracts, and a raise if we do well!"

"Who is it? A company?" Matt was delighted as well.

Making money was not easy these days. Otherwise, they would not have taken low-paying jobs like catching mistresses—

More importantly, even if rich people wanted someone to catch their mistresses, they would not hire two students who had not graduated. There were plenty of law firms in New York!

A base fee of twenty thousand a year was already a lot for college students who had yet to graduate.

"Uh… I think it’s called ‘Azeroth Specialties Shop.’"

Foggy searched it online and froze. "It seems to be a small shop in Chinatown. It isn’t very big, and it’s only been open for a few days…"

Somewhere in the United States.

An enclosed underground training ground.

Stick, with graying hair and a thin frame, hung up the phone and remained silent.

The call had come from an informant of the True Pure Ones Society in New York, regarding what had happened the previous night.

A great deal could be inferred from the limited information.

New York’s drug trade was basically all connected to Madame Gao. The destroyed factory and the Triads members who had been killed or injured in large numbers all pointed to one thing:

Madame Gao had run into trouble.

And one report from the Chinese Daily directly claimed that someone named "Kunlun Iron Fist" had fought "Madame Gao"!

"After all these years, has Iron Fist finally appeared again?"

Stick muttered to himself, unable to be certain.

The True Pure Ones Society followed the elders of K’un-Lun and the Immortal Iron Fist, but they were not qualified to enter K’un-Lun and could not verify whether the information was reliable.

But at the very least, he needed to go and take a look.

This was an opportunity—an opportunity to completely wipe out the five traitors of K’un-Lun.

"Elektra," Stick called.

"Master, did you call for me?" A woman in her twenties walked over.

Fit, capable, and brimming with vitality.

"Pack up. We’re going to New York."

Stick said, "First, go find your ex-boyfriend, Matt Murdock."

(I saw the chapter comments. Some readers think the way they speak doesn’t sound American or something… Look at the setting. The director of a Chinatown orphanage is Chinese, so of course it’s normal for him to speak Chinese. Old Wang and Skye can speak Chinese too. Besides, there’s no way I can write Americans with a translationese voice. That kind of snide tone makes even me uncomfortable to read.)

I’m really very sorry. I originally planned to arrive in Xuzhou at two this afternoon, rest a bit, and still have time to write. But the Bozhou-Yongcheng section of the expressway was jammed for several hours, and it was snowing. I saw several car accidents along the way. After getting back, I had to deal with this and that and had no time. Mainly, I was too tired. That’s it for today. Three updates tomorrow to make up for it.

Thanks to Ziyuan882 for the 100 reward, and Zhuse for the 100 reward.