Mike turned into an alley.
There were two men and one woman, along with several thugs lying scattered on the ground.
At the very front was the "old acquaintance" Daredevil—Matt Murdock, wearing his classic red bodysuit and mask.
Behind him was Iron Fist Danny Rand.
Danny came from the Rand family; his family of three had been in a helicopter crash. Some time ago, Danny, who was believed to be dead, "resurrected" and returned, causing a frenzy among media outlets across New York and even the U.S.—gossiping and watching drama are precious behavioral patterns shared by all humanity, not unique to China.
You should know that the Rand-Meachum Industrial Group is worth tens of billions, with half of its shares belonging to the Rand family.
The mystery of the "resurrected" Danny's authenticity, the ownership of the massive fortune… it became a national drama, even unseating Tony Stark, who had long dominated entertainment headlines, from his throne for a time.
That's why Mike recognized Danny at a glance.
As for the woman at the end…
Mike scratched his head and awkwardly said, "Hi, Colleen, long time no see, you look good."
The young girl with a samurai sword on her back snorted coldly, turned her head, and ignored Mike.
If Coulson were present, he would definitely have brightened up and thought, "Oh, a drama, let's quickly enjoy it."
Colleen's surname is Wing; her father, Wing Lee, and Mike's father, Tang Zhong, had a good relationship. God knows why a Columbia University Professor and a triad's Double-Flowered Red Pole would have a friendship.
Colleen's mother, Ozawa Kazumi, passed away very early, and she lived with her grandfather, Ozawa Kenji, in northern Japan since childhood. Every year, she would come to the U.S. to live with her father for a period during the winter and summer holidays.
Wing Lee and Tang Zhong often joked about Mike and Colleen, saying they were betrothed from birth. The two old men intended to bring them together. The problem was, Mike was internally philanthropic and wanted to benefit more women, not be tied down to one. He never expected Colleen to take it seriously, even calling herself Mike's fiancée, and at sixteen, she even underwent bride training in Japan.
Alas, the flowers were willing, but the flowing water was not.
Later, when Mike was on a date with Susan, he was unfortunately caught by Colleen. With a green face, Colleen chased Mike with a wooden sword, saying she would kill Mike and then commit seppuku. With that look in her eyes, no one would doubt Colleen's resolve.
At that time, Colleen had already undergone years of Japanese martial arts training; two or three strong men were no match for her, while Mike had no system, just a handsome young man with a large tool and good skills.
What could he do?
Run, duck!
Mike ran desperately, not knowing how long he ran.
His throat felt like it had been scraped with coarse sandpaper, a fire burned fiercely in his lungs, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, without any sensation, as if they no longer belonged to him, just mechanically stepping forward.
"I can't go on, I can't go on, I really can't go on."
Mike, who always had "A man can't say he can't" on his lips, thought this countless times, then turned his head and saw Colleen holding a wooden sword, with an incredibly resolute gaze.
His will to survive was once again activated.
Mike didn't even know how many times he had broken through his limits.
From then on, he never faltered when running away.
As a result, Mike and Colleen were both on saline drips at the same hospital for a day.
Actually, Colleen's appearance was quite in line with Mike's aesthetic, but Mike knew that if he dared to mess with Colleen without the intention of marriage, Tang Zhong would surely break both his legs.
The "breaking legs" here was not an exaggeration; it was estimated the weapon used would be the arm-thick rolling pin from home.
Given that Mike had never messed with Colleen.
There was still a chance to salvage the situation.
Once the misunderstanding was laid bare and explained, Colleen stopped threatening to kill Mike.
However…
Mike felt it was even worse than the threats of violence.
Many times, when Mike was on a date with a girl, and things were getting passionate, Colleen would appear out of nowhere, like a ghost.
With a pillow stuffed under her shirt.
Teary-eyed: "Mike, don't worry, I won't cling to you. I'll raise the child by myself. I don't blame you. I wish you happiness…"
Usually, a passionate kiss would turn into a slap.
Followed by several kicks to the shins.
There were also fierce women who would aim for the groin, but fortunately, Mike had trained; he knew how to use an inward stance to clamp his legs and block a blade with an empty leg.
The Colleen standing before him with a samurai sword was so valiant and heroic; one would never guess she used to be such a dramatic actress.
So, even though Mike knew Colleen was also in Hell's Kitchen, he never actively sought her out. This woman was a deeply hidden devil.
Colleen started to leave, and Mike quickly followed.
Daredevil and Iron Fist, not knowing the situation, reached out to stop Mike.
Mike had sensed it early and unleashed his aura.
Daredevil and Iron Fist both froze simultaneously.
"This aura!" Iron Fist thought of Shou-Lao the Undying Dragon, whom he had once challenged.
The power of "Iron Fist" can make his fist emit supernatural heat and become as hard as steel, while greatly improving physical and mental strength, and also resonate with natural energy for self-healing or healing others.
However, Danny had not completed his Iron Fist training and couldn't even apply the basics of Iron Fist energy freely, treating something that should be normal as a burst of power, making him a complete rookie.
At this moment, his normally "playful" Iron Fist ability automatically protected its master, and Danny was like a glowing light bulb, blocking Mike's mental attack from his body. So he only paused in his movements and suffered no substantial harm.
Daredevil, however, was much worse off. He was blind, and his senses were sharper than ordinary people's. Normally, it would at most feel like someone was ringing a large brass bell in his head. Now… the bell sound was playing on a loop.
Daredevil's head was "buzzing," and he lost the ability to think. Blood seeped from his blind eyes, nostrils, and ears simultaneously, and he had to lean on his cane to avoid falling.
"Huh?" Mike looked up, as if a giant creature had raised its head, glanced at Mike from another dimension, then lowered its head and continued to snore and sleep.
"What's wrong with you two?" Sensing the abnormality behind her, Colleen turned around.
"I'm fine," Iron Fist waved his hand.
Daredevil also waved his hand.
Colleen looked at Mike suspiciously: "Did you do that?"
In her impression, Mike was still the weakling she had chased for twelve blocks.
"Also, why are you here? Don't you know how dangerous Hell's Kitchen is at night?" Although her tone seemed to be scolding, the concern in her words was very obvious.
Mike scratched his head: "You guys came looking for me, didn't you?"
"Huh?" Colleen didn't react.
Daredevil finally recovered and said, "He's the one who killed someone just now."
He didn't use the term "murderer," otherwise Mike would definitely have flipped out immediately.
Daredevil's hearing was astonishing; when he heard the sound of a lamborghini skidding out of control, he wanted to save someone, and then he heard Mike's "long speech."
At that time, Iron Fist, Colleen, and Daredevil were together, so they came along. It was just that Colleen didn't expect the "person who killed someone" in Daredevil's words to be her childhood friend Mike.
"No, it can't be." Although Mike had already implicitly admitted it, Colleen still couldn't believe it.
Daredevil: "You had already subdued him, why did you still kill him!"
This almost made Mike so depressed that he would suffer internal bleeding.
If he were to explain, he could start by talking about the Purple Man's madness. He's a pervert whose hobbies include imprisoning and sexually abusing women he likes, often controlling others to kill or mutilate each other. Just two days ago, an addict, two patrol officers, and a six-year-old child died, and the child's mother is still in the ICU, her life hanging by a thread.
Then there's the Purple Man's extremely bizarre superpower; ordinary people are as helpless as chickens in front of him. The reason Mike is immune to the Purple Man's control is simple to explain—it's by covering his body with a protective layer of mental energy. However, how many people can do that?
Normal law simply cannot convict the Purple Man, and even if convicted, the prison cannot hold him.
Saying it this way would probably convince Daredevil that his killing was truly "unavoidable."
The problem is, who the hell are you to point fingers?
Do I need your approval for what I do?
Get lost!