Iron Fist's gaze instantly sharpened.
He no longer hesitated, his body sinking slightly, muscles tensed like a bow. The next second, he crashed into the office window like a cannonball!
Smash—!
Glass shards exploded inwards, glinting coldly in the moonlight.
Iron Fist landed steadily inside the office, broken glass crunching under his feet.
He didn't look at the messy surroundings.
His gaze was fixed on the source of the sound—behind Matt Murdock's desk.
In the darkness, the figure slowly stood up.
He wasn't flustered in the slightest by this sudden intrusion; he didn't even change the rhythm of his heartbeat.
The "click" stopped.
In its place was a whistling sound tearing through the air!
A silver stapler, casually picked up from the desk by the man, flew with the speed and force of a bullet, accurately aimed at Iron Fist's face!
Iron Fist's pupils contracted. He tilted his head slightly, and the stapler grazed his mask, embedding itself deeply into the wall behind him with a dull thud.
What astonishing accuracy and arm strength!
This was definitely not an ordinary person!
"It seems I'm not the only guest tonight."
The man in the darkness spoke.
His voice carried a hint of playful, morbid excitement.
"Who are you? Daredevil's new partner? Or... has he finally changed into an even uglier costume?"
Before he finished speaking, two more pens were pulled from a pen holder, turning into two streaks of black light, attacking Iron Fist's left and right eyes!
"Shut up!"
Iron Fist growled, no longer testing.
He pushed off with his feet, his figure blurring instantly, not retreating but advancing, charging towards the two cold lights.
His hands were as fast as lightning, accurately catching the two pens in mid-air. With a squeeze of his fingertips, the hard pen shafts instantly turned to dust in his hands.
Using the momentum of his charge, his right fist was already glowing with a brilliant golden light, like the core of the Sun!
Kunlun's "chi" was pushed to its limit!
"Iron Fist!"
Where his fist wind reached, the air in the entire office ignited, emitting a scorching hiss.
The man in the darkness finally showed a solemn expression.
He let out a strange cry, abandoning all throwing techniques, and arched his body backward at an incredible angle, his feet forcefully pushing off the edge of the desk.
Boom—!
The Iron Fist, burning with golden light, grazed his nose and smashed heavily onto the thick desk.
The sturdy solid wood desk, under the power of Iron Fist, was like a fragile biscuit, instantly shattering into pieces!
Wood chips and paper documents were swept up by the violent airflow, swirling wildly throughout the office.
Taking advantage of this momentary chaos, the man had already rolled to the other side of the room.
Moonlight streamed in through the broken window, finally illuminating his face.
It was a pale, gaunt face, with a clear, Bullseye-shaped brand on his forehead.
His eyes were wild and fanatical, and a morbid smile hung on his lips.
Bullseye!
Danny's heart sank.
Kingpin's top assassin, a madman who could turn any object into a deadly weapon!
How was he here?
What was he doing with Matt?
Bullseye licked his lips, the excitement in his eyes growing more intense, "Iron Fist... I've heard of you. They say you're strong. But why are you breaking into a blind lawyer's office?"
His gaze swept across the messy office.
Finally, it landed on Iron Fist, and his smile became eerie.
"Wait... are you also here for that damn Daredevil? Are you also here to interrogate the blind man, about who Daredevil really is?"
In an instant, Danny understood everything.
Bullseye's target was Daredevil.
He had already focused his suspicions on Matt Murdock!
A surge of anger ignited in Danny's heart.
He was not only here to harm Matt, but also to uncover Matt's biggest secret!
"You shouldn't be here."
Iron Fist's voice was icy cold, and the golden light on his fist ignited again, even more blazing than before.
"Oh? Why not?"
Bullseye spread his hands, looking innocent.
"I just wanted to talk to him. Last time he broke several of my bones, I need to ask him for some emotional damages, right? Since he's not here, you, his friend, can pay instead!"
No sooner had Bullseye finished speaking than his hands flashed, drawing two military Daggers from his waist. He lunged at Iron Fist like a predatory viper!
This time, it was real close-quarters combat!
Blade glints and fist shadows fiercely collided in the confined space.
Bullseye's knife work was tricky and vicious, each strike aimed at Iron Fist's vital points.
But in front of Iron Fist's refined Kunlun martial arts, these were all in vain.
Danny's moves were broad and powerful, yet airtight.
He didn't use Iron Fist again, but every punch and kick contained immense power, forcing Bullseye to retreat repeatedly.
"Bang!"
Danny seized an opening, delivering a powerful whip kick to Bullseye's ribs.
Bullseye grunted, flying sideways, shattering the office's partition glass, and landing amidst the wreckage.
He struggled to get up, but Danny was already there, like a Shadow, pressing a foot heavily onto his chest, rendering him immobile.
"It's over."
Danny looked down at him, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
For such scum who tried to harm his friend, he would show no mercy.
"Ha... haha..."
Bullseye coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but laughed wildly, "Over? No... this is just the beginning."
He looked up, gazing at Iron Fist with a look mixed with mockery and pity.
"Kill me."
He said hoarsely, "Do it, Iron Fist. Use your beautiful, glowing fist to smash my head."
Danny's brow furrowed even deeper; he could feel that the madman beneath his foot still showed no fear in his heartbeat.
"But, I promise you."
Bullseye grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his voice full of malicious temptation.
"As long as you kill me, you will never be able to face Daredevil again in your life. He will hate you, hate you forever!"
"What do you mean?"
Danny's heart suddenly pounded, and the pressure from his foot unconsciously lessened a bit.
"It means..."
Bullseye's smile grew brighter and more twisted, "You'll never know what I truly mean to him."
This cryptic remark was like a thorn.
Why would he say that?
What unknown past did he and Matt share?
Would killing this madman really make Matt hate him forever, as he claimed?
Just as Danny's mind reeled, caught in a dilemma.
A steady and familiar voice came from outside the broken window, breaking the eerie standoff in the office.
"What's happening here?"
Danny turned his head sharply.
A red figure stood silently on the window frame.
Daredevil had arrived.
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