CHAPTER 14

An indescribable sense of security enveloped them.

"What's left is to oppose the Jin family? Perfect!" The burly man gave a cold glance in the direction of Ethan. He cruelly grinned and then grabbed Kevin by the hair, dragging him over while cursing.

"What identities do you and your two friends have?" As he spoke, a cold barrel of a gun was already pointed at Kevin's forehead.

"Hey, buddy, I'm not familiar with them, just met them. I swear, it's true," Kevin trembled, lowering a gold watch from his hand. He had prepared it when he left the hall.

"Heh, interesting," the burly man calmly pocketed the watch, then kicked Kevin aside. He grabbed another man by the neck, a black man, and pressed his gun against the man's head, berating him, "Look at me, you piece of trash. Did you see a wounded man or someone suspicious come in here tonight?"

Sweat poured down the black man's nervous face as he screamed in fear, "No, no, please don't kill me, I don't know, I don't know anything."

"Bang..." a gunshot rang out.

The black man fell straight to the ground.

"So talkative," the burly man wiped his gun's barrel, coldly laughing, "The police won't be around tonight, don't count on them."

"From now on, if Daredevil doesn't show up in a minute, I'll kill someone, one after another, until he appears."

"Cowardly turtle, I know you're hiding here. You dare to raid our turf but don't dare to show your face?" Saying this, he returned to the bar and glanced at the elderly man, sneering, "Old Dad, I'll give you face, won't cause trouble in your bar. But I need two people, that's okay, right?" As he spoke, he turned his head and looked towards where Ethan was.

"Brett, don't go too far. Do you know what you're doing?"

"I don't care about outsiders, but the people still in my bar are under Old Dad's protection. Don't you dare touch a single person!" The elderly man angrily tightened his grip on his cane-sword. His two associates tightly gripped their shotguns.

"Such a headache. Maybe I gave you too much face," the burly white man shook his head helplessly, then scratched his head while holding his gun, twisting his neck, and stopped paying attention to the group led by the elderly man at the center of the hall. He walked directly towards where Ethan was.

"Hey, it's the two yellow monkeys again."

"This late and you come to the bar instead of hiding in your beds. Didn't your mom tell you that the outside world is dangerous?" The burly white man sneered, raising his gun and pointing it at Ethan's forehead.

"I advise you to put your gun down," Ethan lifted his head coldly. The primal instinct was continually provoking his emotions. Faced with the danger before him, he had the subconscious urge to break the man's neck.

"That's enough."

"I'm here! Let go of those innocent people."

A cold shout echoed from the stairwell, and a weak figure leaned on the railing and descended. His head was covered with a hood, masking his face. He had bandages wrapped around him, with traces of blood still visible. Beside him was a blonde girl. At this moment, he held a dagger against the girl's neck.

"Apologies, Old Dad. I didn't intend to threaten you."

"Brett, Jin is after me. It has nothing to do with the others," Matt Murdock shouted, then reached out and pushed the blonde girl towards the elderly man. Old Dad gritted his teeth tightly, shaking his head at Matt. Matt also shook his head slightly at Old Dad. He owed Old Dad too much; he couldn't burden him further.

"Capture them alive," Brett sneered darkly, turned around, waved his hand to signal his men to rush and apprehend Daredevil. The entire bar erupted into chaos. People who were planning to exit the bar seized this opportunity and fled like animals.

"Crack" A crisp sound of bones cracking resounded.

"Bang..."

The burly man's body collapsed to the ground, his dilated pupils still filled with a cold grin. He died too quickly, to the point that he hadn't realized he was dead yet, his face still displaying his smug expression. The group turned their heads in disbelief. Ethan picked up Brett's gun, examined it, and tossed it aside since he didn't know how to use it. Then he drew two daggers from Brett's waist and lightly threw them into the air, catching them skillfully.

"In my life, I hate two types of people," he said.

"One type is those who eat pineapple on pizza."

"The other type is scum like you." Ethan grasped a dagger in each hand, his body rushing forward like a beast.

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