The Devil of hell's kitchen!

"Karen Page, I'll ask you again, are you hiding anything about what happened last night?"

In the police station, a white officer leaned on the small table, his expression serious as he spoke to Karen.

Karen looked slightly nervous, but she was much calmer than she had been the previous night.

She decided to trust Lynch and firmly replied, "No, I've told you many times already. I was asleep last night, someone tried to kill me, and a man in black saved me. That's all I know from last night. Can you get me a lawyer?"

The white officer exchanged a glance with another black officer and walked out.

At the door, the black officer asked, "Do you think she's lying?"

The white officer nodded, his sharp gaze softening as he said confidently, "She's definitely hiding something. Why was she targeted for murder? Who saved her? She probably knows more than she's letting on. She's too calm, not at all like someone who just survived a murder attempt and knows nothing."

"Yeah," the black officer agreed, "But the dead guy definitely looks like a professional hitman — silenced gun, night suit, gloves... I feel like we're in for a problem."

He shook his head and was silent for a while.

"I'll go find a lawyer."

The black officer turned and left, while the white officer stayed behind, staring at Karen through the interrogation room window, his expression growing colder.

...

"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy..."

A phone's ringtone jolted a man awake from his deep sleep.

He followed the sound, groped for his phone, and answered it.

"Hey."

"Morning, handsome," teased the voice on the other end.

"What time is it?" He rubbed his head, bruises visible on his face.

"Time to get up. We've got work today," the voice on the other end reminded him.

"What's up?" He stretched his body, wincing as he hit a sore spot.

"What was that sound? Matt, do you have someone in your bed?" The voice on the other end grew more playful.

"Let me guess... Is it that assistant from your firm? Never mind, I don't want to know."

Matt got up, his strong muscles showing bruises here and there. He smiled, not correcting his friend Foggy.

He didn't want his friend to know what he really did at night. For Foggy, it was safer to assume something else.

"Come on, Foggy, let's talk about this case you're mentioning," Matt said, bringing the conversation back on track.

"Alright, it's about a poor woman," Foggy, a short, slightly overweight man, said.

As he spoke, he turned around, peeking through the blinds of the interrogation room, eyeing Karen.

"Can you do me a favor?" Foggy chuckled.

"What?"

"Turn down your charm when you talk to her."

"Oh? Is she that pretty?" Matt laughed.

"Yes, seeing her makes me feel young again."

"Okay!" Matt chuckled as he began getting ready for the day. "So, what's the case?"

"She was nearly murdered in her home. The attacker seemed to be a professional killer."

Foggy's voice lowered a bit.

"What?" Matt frowned, "What happened after that? Why did the professional killer fail?"

"That's the weird part," Foggy replied, puzzled. "She claims that a man in black saved her."

"A man in black?"

Matt froze, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

...

"Karen Page?"

Karen looked up to see two men in suits walk into the room.

One wore sunglasses and carried a cane; the other was short and slightly chubby, holding some documents.

"Yes, who are you?"

"My name is Matt Murdock, and this is my colleague Foggy Nelson. May we sit?"

Karen's eyes brightened, and she nodded.

"She nodded. Let's sit," Foggy said, reminding Matt.

Once seated, Matt was the first to speak.

"You claim you were the target of a murder attempt, and a man in black saved you. Is that true?"

Karen glanced at the man in sunglasses and answered calmly, "Yes."

Matt's expression remained neutral, but inside, he was intrigued.

Because he could tell—this woman was lying.

"You don't need to worry. We're your lawyers. You can tell us everything you know, and we can help you."

Matt spoke earnestly, assuming Karen was too scared to tell the truth.

"I'm telling you the truth."

Karen replied immediately without hesitation.

Still lying.

Matt thought for a moment and decided to change his approach.

"Do you know why someone tried to kill you?"

Karen shook her head.

"No idea."

Another lie.

"Did the man in black really exist?"

Karen hesitated briefly before replying, "Yes."

Matt paused, not speaking for a moment.

A lie, but there was some truth mixed in.

Matt had found the breakthrough.

When he first heard "man in black," he couldn't help but associate it with himself.

But Matt knew exactly what he had done. He hadn't saved a woman from a murder attempt the night before.

So, was this just a coincidence?

Or had his recent activities drawn someone's attention?

Matt didn't know, but he was sure that further questioning would reveal something interesting.

"Do you know the man in black?"

He continued his questioning.

"No, I don't."

She knew who saved her.

Matt grew more alert.

Could this be a trap?

But if they knew his identity, why make it so complicated?

Then, what exactly had this woman encountered?

She knew why she was targeted, and she knew who saved her. So why report it to the police?

Couldn't the person who saved her just dispose of the assassin's body? That would have avoided all this trouble. Why involve the police?

He was confused. His instincts told him this woman wasn't someone with ill intentions.

She seemed more like an ordinary person suddenly thrust into a dark, dangerous world.

Matt had seen plenty of people like that.

People who had led normal lives until they stumbled into something dark and had their lives destroyed.

That wasn't uncommon in Hell's Kitchen.

Matt wanted to help her—but only if he could confirm she was truly innocent.

"Are you really innocent?" Matt leaned forward, his expression serious.

"Yes."

Karen answered without any guilt.

Finally, the truth.

Matt sighed inwardly.

"Then we can continue."

"Actually, the person asked me to pass along a message."

"Who?"

"The man in black I told you about."

"What? What did he say?"

"He said he'd be waiting outside the police station for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."