Chapter 16

"Alright, alright! Here's the thing: I saved a boy, and he lost his leg. I thought maybe I could ask the great Stark to help make a prosthetic, but it seems like Stark might not be as reliable as I hoped," Qin Li laughed and then said.

Tony Stark looked at Qin Li in surprise and said, "You came to bother me for this minor issue? There are plenty of prosthetic limbs out there."

"But only you can make the best one, Stark," Qin Li replied calmly.

Tony Stark felt uncomfortable with Qin Li's sudden recognition, since Qin Li usually only teased him and never acknowledged his abilities. He then said seriously, "Alright, bring that boy over when you have time. I'll take the measurements, and the wealthy Stark will cover the cost of his prosthetics."

Qin Li smiled and said, "Then we're square, Stark."

"Agreed, a deal's a deal!" Tony Stark stood up and said.

Qin Li glanced at the arc reactor on Stark's chest and walked over, tapping it twice curiously, "Aren't you afraid this thing might explode? If it does, you won't even have time to run."

Stark exaggeratedly waved his hand, looking disdainfully at Qin Li, "Oh, it's hard to explain this to a physics novice like you. This is Stark's masterpiece, the world's most stable reactor design. That's why I dared to install it here."

Qin Li's expression darkened, "Well, haven't you thought about taking it out? Isn't it uncomfortable carrying that thing around? What about the iron piece in your heart? Did the doctors not manage to remove it?"

Stark shrugged nonchalantly, "The surgery success rate is only sixty percent. I'm not leaving my life to someone else's decisions. I'd rather keep it."

Qin Li nodded, "Fine, but if you ever want to get rid of it, maybe you could call me." He made a phone gesture with his hand.

Tony Stark lazily responded, "Alright, alright, I'll let you know if I change my mind."

"Okay, I'll bring the boy for measurements in a few days. For now, I'm off," Qin Li said, and in a flash of golden light, he disappeared.

"I really hope you can come in through the front door next time, Li," Tony Stark muttered, turning to see only a faint golden glow vanishing into thin air. He sighed, "Damn, at least leave through the front next time too."

Qin Li appeared in the church and saw Matt sitting at the bar. Walking over, he greeted him, "Matt, long time no see. Haven't seen you around lately."

"Father Li, I've been training with my mentor. And about that thing you mentioned, I've found the organization behind it," Matt said, his face looking a little troubled.

Qin Li asked, "What organization could be troubling you this much? Didn't Kingpin just get beaten up?"

Matt shook his head, smiling wryly, "Kingpin didn't pursue me because of you, Father Li. I know that. And the thugs I'm dealing with aren't even worth Kingpin's time."

Qin Li felt a little embarrassed, realizing that he had told Kingpin that Daredevil was his friend and asked Kingpin not to make trouble. He quickly changed the subject, "So, what's this organization you're talking about?"

Matt thought for a moment and then replied, "The organization is called the Hand. They have five leaders: Alexandra, Madam Gao, The Blacksmith, Sowanda, and Murakami. They represent the five fingers of the hand. I've heard they're a faction that defected from a Chinese group called Kunlun."

Qin Li looked puzzled, "Kunlun? The Kunlun I know? The one in my homeland, China?"

"Yes, that's the one you're thinking of, Father Li. But it's not the mountain, it's an organization," Matt explained seriously.

Qin Li vaguely recalled hearing about the Hand in his past life, though he didn't know the details. Now, his curiosity was piqued. "So, how did the Hand get involved with vampires?"

Matt continued, "The gang you wiped out was supported by the Hand. They were trafficking children to train them into killing machines for profit. Those who didn't survive the training, or adults they captured, were handed over to vampires as food."

As Matt spoke, Qin Li's expression grew colder, and by the end, his eyes were filled with fury, his hands trembling with anger. A terrifying aura began to radiate from him, and the Holy Cross behind him began to glow, but unlike the pure golden light of the Ancient One, this cross was surrounded by a blood-red aura.

The blood-red glow around the cross grew more intense, and the air around Qin Li began to tremble. Matt and Jessica retreated to the protective glow of the Divine Majesty, relying on its soft light to shield them from Qin Li's blood-red aura. Frank and Nick, upstairs, noticed the unusual atmosphere downstairs and rushed down to find the church's first floor in chaos. Aside from the area protected by Divine Majesty's glow, everything else seemed to have been crushed under immense pressure—benches, the bar, the liquor cabinet, tables, all broken into pieces, and even the marble floor was beginning to crack.

Just then, the Ancient One stepped out from a portal and shouted at Qin Li, "Qin Li! Stay true to yourself! Don't let the killing intent control you!" The Eye of Agamotto on her chest had half-opened, radiating green light, as if she were preparing to cast a spell. A cross also appeared behind her, and Qin Li, sensing something, looked up. The heavy pressure that had been surrounding them instantly disappeared, and everyone sighed in relief.

Qin Li looked at the destruction around him, at a loss for words. "Damn it, I caused all this. Guess I'll have to pay for it... What a mess." He turned to the Ancient One and asked, "Master Ancient One, what brings you here?"

The Ancient One twitched her mouth slightly and replied, "If I didn't come, the Sanctum here might have been destroyed."

"Sorry, I heard something bad and lost control of my emotions. Looks like I still haven't mastered the meditation techniques you taught me," Qin Li said, realizing the aftermath of his rage, and helplessly looked at the wreckage.