Chapter 33: Law

At the same time, Paul was also holding his heart with a pale face.

This is the first time he has repeatedly turned on bullet time so frequently, which makes his heart beat out of rhythm like the Symphony of Fate.

If it were someone else playing like this, they wouldn't just need their heart; probably their souls would be singing the Symphony of Fate.

However, even Paul's self-healing ability can't stand it.

Paul gritted his teeth, smiled complacently, and looked at Matt's gradually distorted face.

'Let you peek!'

'If I don't scare you out of your psychological shadow, it's my heart not beating fast enough!'

Fudge was in a daze the whole time; he felt that the wind was a bit cold tonight, and he felt like an outsider.

Seeing Paul and Matt looking at each other, and then covering their hearts at the same time, their faces became more and more strange, as if they were making silent eye contact. Fudge felt that he could not participate in their world at all.

But the question is, aren't you blind, Matt?

Where's the eye contact?

When the Symphony of Fate was halfway through, Matt finally couldn't help it, restrained his sensory ability, and gave up observing Paul.

The beating of this heart is really too penetrating, listening to his heart beating along with it.

Matt forced a smile and nodded: "Hi, I'm Matt Murdock."

The uncomfortable feeling disappeared, and Paul also canceled bullet time, and said with a smile: "Hello, Lawyer Murdock, I am Paul."

Seeing the two of them clutching their hearts, introducing themselves with pale faces, if Fudge hadn't witnessed the whole process, he would have thought it was two heart patients communicating about their condition.

Feeling that the weird atmosphere gradually became harmonious, Fudge said: "Our law firm is on 46th Street in West Midtown. If you need legal advice, you can come to us."

West Midtown, also known as Hell's Kitchen.

Due to the reputation of Hell's Kitchen, which is famous for its messy and backward living quality, serious ethnic conflicts, and high crime rate, local residents usually use the more normal-sounding name of West Midtown, especially Fudge, who runs a law firm.

So, I'm afraid the reputation of Hell's Kitchen will scare away customers.

Paul took a sip of water: "Speaking of legal advice, I do have a question that has puzzled me for many years."

Hearing Paul's words, Fudge suddenly became interested.

Before he could ask, Matt asked first, "What's the question?"

Since his perception ability could not be used to judge, he used the simplest way to find out the identity of the other party.

Paul said with a serious look: "It's like this. If there is a hamburger restaurant that is very popular, and there is a fast food restaurant opposite this hamburger restaurant, but because the business of this hamburger restaurant is too hot, the fast food restaurant has no business, so the fast food restaurant owner has been trying to make a fortune stealing hamburger recipes."

"However, the plan of the fast food restaurant owner did not succeed because every time he stole the secret recipe of the burger, he would be driven out by the owner of the burger restaurant and the chef in various ways, which caused the fast food restaurant owner to suffer mentally and physically."

"Are the burger shop owner and chef breaking the law?"

Fudge was taken aback for a moment, why does this story sound familiar?

Matt didn't think too much, but thought about it from a lawyer's point of view, and replied: "It's not breaking the law. The behavior of the two people in the burger restaurant is justified, and it's a measure taken to protect their legal rights. The behavior of the owner of the fast food restaurant is burglary, and if relevant clues can be provided, the owner of the burger restaurant can sue the owner of the fast food restaurant."

Paul nodded: "I see. Then I would like to thank you on behalf of the owner of the burger shop."

"...I have a question. Is the burger restaurant you mentioned called the Krusty Krab, and the owner is called Mr. Krabs?" Fudge looked a little weird, but Matt didn't notice his expression change.

Matt asked in a puzzled tone: "Fudge, do you know this burger restaurant?"

"Uh, how should I put it, Matt, you don't often watch TV. In fact, that burger restaurant is quite famous all over the world."

"So powerful? Why didn't I know there was this burger shop?"

Recalling all the burger restaurants he knew, Matt still couldn't find a suitable one.

Seeing that Matt still didn't understand, Fudge said helplessly: "You may not know this burger restaurant, but there is an employee in it whose name you should have heard of."

"What is his name?"

"SpongeBob SquarePants."

Matt: "..."

Paul clapped his hands and praised: "As expected of Mr. Murdock, you immediately answered this question that has puzzled me since I was a child."

What kind of nonsense did you think about when you were a kid?

Matt was a little speechless. He felt that this man had an unscrupulous breath in his whole body and heart.

"In order to thank you for your help, let me treat this meal." Without giving the two of them time to refuse, Paul beckoned the waiter over: "Their table will be charged to my account. Here's the money."

"Good, sir."

"Generous Paul, I offer you a toast!" Fudge immediately picked up the drink in his hand to express his gratitude. He didn't care what questions the other party asked; he still liked customers who were generous.

After hearing this, Matt had to raise his drink: "Thank you for this dinner."

Paul raised his water glass: "It's easy to say. I may still have some legal issues to consult in the future, and then I will trouble Lawyer Nelson and Lawyer Murdock."

Hearing Paul's words, Fudge's attitude became more enthusiastic. He left Matt and chatted with Paul. From SpongeBob SquarePants, who seemed to interest the other party the most, to the safety impact of the Ring of Fire volcanic earthquake zone on America's surrounding environment.

Paul could also answer anything, whether he understood it or not, as long as he could answer it.

Listening to the two chatting, Matt couldn't speak at all.

He just felt that the wind was a bit cold tonight, and he felt like an outsider.