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hell's kitchen new york

As night falls slowly, this sinful soil begins to breed...

During a busy day, political pioneer Matt Murdock, Master Ma, also took off his original disguise of suits and ties, and reincarnated into "Daredevil" in the dark night.

"Crack-"

In the quiet and narrow streets, it seemed that there was only the crisp footsteps of Matt Murdock.

"It's strange..."

Matt looked around with confusion. In the overly quiet night, he was a little surprised as he was used to the noise and chaos of Hell's Kitchen.

Because according to past situations, in this notorious back alley of Hell’s Kitchen,

Shouldn't there be a few drunken gangsters bullying the begging homeless people passing by?

There were just a few coquettish and coolly dressed dancers soliciting customers.

But no, nothing,

Everything was eerily quiet.

At this moment, Matt Murdock "saw" something strange happening not far away with his senses as sensitive as a bat emitting ultrasonic waves.

He quietly and slowly approached without making a sound, silently watching everything happening in the dark corner:

"Oh, look, this is not the famous Kingpin... No, it should be called Mr. Wilson Fisk now, hahaha."

I saw several gangsters looking at the tall drunken figure sitting in the corner with smiles on their faces, and pointing at them from time to time.

Hearing this, Matt Murdock's pupils trembled, and he was as shocked as a husband hiding in a closet watching his wife having sex with others. His soul was shocked.

But relying on his understanding of his lifelong rival, Matt Murdock still identified the man who was as depressed as an old drunkard.

It was "Kingpin Wilson Fisk" who was still very high-spirited some time ago and was the king of the New York underground gang.

impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

At this moment, Matt Murdock was greatly shocked, even a little unable to accept it:

It was as helpless as if I had worked hard, passed five levels and killed six generals, and finally arrived at the door of the final boss's palace, but unexpectedly discovered that the final boss had been killed by the passerby king alone.

Even though he had countless doubts in his heart, Matt Murdock still held on to his patience and was about to step forward to drive away these gangsters. When it was convenient for him to have a good chat with the "Down and Out Kingpin\

,"A gentle voice suddenly sounded,

"What are you doing?"

The gangster heard the noise coming from behind and was about to get angry and curse.

But when he saw the person coming clearly, he immediately lowered his head honestly and respectfully, as if he was mourning for his heir.

Noticing the gangster's unusual attitude, Matt Murdock was also confused, but the voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"It's all gone."

The voice that seemed gentle and calm, but had an inexplicable comfort sounded again,

"Okay, Dear Father Joseph."

The gangsters responded respectfully and quickly left the place.

Joseph? Father! ?

Matt suddenly remembered who the owner of this somewhat familiar voice was.

It's that weird sect that advocates Superman as the true god - the priest of the "New World": Joseph Moriarty!

How could he appear here! ?

Or, Jin Bin's sudden change is inextricably related to this sect shrouded in fog! ?

"Mr. Wilson Fisk, it's nice to see you again."

Joseph spoke softly. He was wearing a black robe, gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a heavy hard-covered book on his left hand.

If you look carefully, you can see that the cover of this book is wrapped in thick and shiny metal. The neatly arranged rivets and slightly protruding iron bars reveal something strange about it.

Kingpin, or rather Wilson Fisk, raised his sleepy eyelids as if he was really drunk.

But the next moment, he stood up suddenly and rushed forward with lightning speed.

His huge body made Wilson Fisk look like an angry charging rhino, powerful and unstoppable.

But Joseph just smiled as expected without saying anything.

Due to blindness and losing his vision a long time ago, Matt Murdock was unable to accurately observe the situation at the scene.

You can only rely on other sensitive senses to distinguish the changes in the situation in the field.

Facing the huge figure that was rushing towards him and raising his thick and thick arms, he was about to slam him down.

In contrast, the slightly thin Joseph only bowed slightly and nimbly dodged Jin Bin's heavy blow.

Kingpin's fist was deeply embedded in the concrete stone wall. Even though the gravel had made his palms dripping with blood, Wilson Fisk still suppressed his anger and roared in a low and hoarse voice.

"It's you! You guys took away my property, connections, allies... everything from me!"

"Now, you even want to take away my soul!"

"You devil in human skin!"

Kingpin's seemingly crazy rant did not make any waves appear on Joseph's expressionless face. He continued to speak calmly, as if he was explaining some kind of fact.

"To be honest, I was surprised,"

"I didn't expect your will to be so firm. As a human being, your will is indeed one of the best."

"Before I met the great Kal-El, I always believed that human beings are inherently evil, and what I had to do was to exercise his rights on behalf of the gods and herd the lambs."

Looking at Joseph who was still explaining his words calmly,

Kingpin raised his fist again, and under his slightly dirty suit,

Hidden are the muscles and strength he has developed over many years. If you just look at it from the outside, those are just the "fat" of his "chubby" body, which is extremely deceptive.

But Joseph continued to dodge nimbly, still so gracefully.

Jin Bin repeatedly waved his fist with high intensity, but failed to touch a corner of Joseph's clothes. Jin Bin was also panting.

Just when he was about to relax,

Joseph appeared in front of him again like a ghost, raising the thick metal-covered book in his hand as if he was lifting a heavy hammer of judgment.

"boom--"

It hit Jin Bing's face hard, and his flesh and blood were immediately covered in blood. The severe pain made Jin Bing let out a dull cry of pain.

"I have lost my patience with you, Wilson Fisk. Your existence can no longer bring me any more value."

"Not even qualified to please my God."

"I now have all the characteristics of a human being, hair, skin, blood, body..."

"But there was no discernible emotion, except greed and disgust."

While muttering to himself, Joseph kept slamming the "hammer" in his hand at Wilson Fisk who was collapsed on the ground.

Soon, he was furious and looked like he was on the verge of death.

Slowly stopping what he was doing, Joseph looked indifferently at Wilson Fisk on the ground, whose facial features could no longer be distinguished.

Finally, he took a meaningful look at Matt Murdock, who was lurking in the shadows and looked pale.

He stretched out his slender palms shrouded in robes, dragged Jinpin, who had been beaten half to death on the ground, and slowly walked towards the darkness in the distance...