Also, after Daredevil heard Mike's "BB process," he probably realized that Purple Man was the culprit who killed the little boy, right?
He should be even angrier at this point.
Matt felt grief and anger over the little boy's death, but he might also think, "The dead have returned to God's embrace; the living can still be saved."
I truly admire his naivety.
Did he not consider that Purple Man, despite his human exterior, actually lacks humanity?
Did he not consider that Purple Man is actually a failed product of God's momentary lapse?
Many superheroes don't kill, and their reasons vary.
There's "humanitarianism," "law and faith," "commandments," and some simply can't bear the guilt of killing their own kind, and so on.
You can't say that "killing" or "not killing" is wrong; it's just that everything needs a limit.
Rigid "no-killing" is a tolerance of evil.
Careless "killing" easily leads to blackening.
—The above has nothing to do with Mike.
Uh...
He doesn't consider himself a hero.
He does what he wants to do.
He helps those he can easily help.
It's neither the saintly goodness of a Holy Mother nor the indifference of someone who stands by while evil unfolds before his eyes.
Clear conscience.
Very good.
He enjoys his food and sleeps soundly.
Colleen exclaimed in surprise, "You are the 'Legendary Mike'!"
Legendary Mike?
He wanted to complain about the chuunibyou level of that nickname... but he decided against it. Not everyone is a naming genius. Mike rubbed his nose, "Maybe, probably, perhaps, it might just be me. Don't mind these details."
"Wait!" Colleen reacted, "From what I understand, the legend of Legendary Mike began over a year ago, so you've been in Hell's Kitchen for over a year and haven't looked for me!"
"Uh..." Mike secretly thought, 'This is bad.'
Sure enough, Colleen continued, "You said you were always wandering, and I thought you were traveling across the country..."
Yes, a playboy, wandering in an ocean of women, is there anything wrong with that?
But the person opposite him was Colleen, so whether it was right or wrong wasn't the key.
"Bastard!" Colleen suddenly drew her long sword and viciously brought it down.
It was aimed at Mike's beautiful hair.
My head can be cut off, but my hairstyle cannot be messed up.
Mike extended two fingers and clamped the blade.
Hoo-hoo, Spirit Fingers.
"Hmph!" After struggling for a moment, the long sword remained motionless, so Colleen simply dropped the sword.
"Isn't it 'the sword is here, the person is here; the sword is gone, the person is gone'?" Mike teased. Colleen used to love saying that, while Mike would counter her with "where there's life, there's hope."
"The sword is in my heart!" Colleen's eyes narrowed.
After speaking, she couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, as if they had returned to the past.
Mike also smiled.
Colleen suppressed her laughter and said, "Don't think you can just charm your way out of this. Tell me, what's the reason you've been avoiding me for the past year?! Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict!"
The truth?
I was afraid you'd interfere with me imparting positive energy to other girls.
Can he confess that?
Confess and be lenient, spend life in prison!
"Damn it, I didn't prepare an excuse beforehand... I'll have to improvise now. Little smarty, you can do it! Believe in yourself!" Mike wiggled his fingers slightly, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
How could such a small matter stump a seasoned playboy?
It's not hard to come up with an excuse on the spot; the difficulty lies in making it stand up to scrutiny and diverting attention to avoid further questioning on the matter.
So...
Mike said heavily, "I understand you! That's why I've been holding back from looking for you. I don't blame you, really."
Colleen blinked: "???"
No... how did it suddenly turn into "I don't blame you"? You're the one who made the mistake!
Mike: "I believe you, you're not the type to fall into depravity, so you must have a special mission, right?"
Colleen blinked again: "...What on earth are you talking about!"
Mike glanced at Iron Fist and Daredevil: "Oh, a secret mission, it must be kept confidential, I understand."
Colleen was about to go crazy; her attention was diverted, so she no longer cared about Mike avoiding her for a year.
"Wait, you really know?" Mike was very serious.
"I swear to God, I have no idea what you're talking about." Colleen almost blurted out her bra size.
Colleen was confused, and I believe all you readers are also in a fog.
But that's the effect he wanted.
Mike said with "great surprise": "So you don't know that your master is one of The Hand's five leaders, nor do you know that the street vagrant teenagers you took in were sent to The Hand to become assassins? Nor are you deliberately approaching this Rand family, this..."
"Daniel Thomas Rand-K'ai, just call me Danny." Iron Fist was also confused; how did he get dragged into this?
What Mike said shocked Colleen immensely, "Are you mistaken?"
"No mistake. Your current master is Botou, right? Botou is one of The Hand's five fingers."
"Impossible, impossible!" Colleen couldn't believe it.
Botou was someone she deeply respected.
Mike: "It's not hard to verify something like this."
"How do you know?" Colleen pressed, "Also, how is this related to Danny...?"
Colleen voiced the question in Iron Fist's heart.
Mike spread his hands: "It seems you two don't know anything. It's a long story. I think we should find a coffee shop and talk slowly."
He finished speaking and glanced at Daredevil.
Daredevil felt wronged internally: What's wrong with me?
Who would wear a red bodysuit and mask into a coffee shop?
Iron Fist said, "I have a property nearby here. Let's go there."
As expected of a billionaire with a net worth of five billion, he has properties everywhere.
"Alright."
Mike motioned for Colleen to wait a moment; he needed to say hello to Coulson before leaving.
Coulson still had something to ask Mike, but it wasn't particularly urgent.
He just told Mike to keep his phone on.
Mike drove the car to the alley entrance: "Get in."
A two-seater sports car could only carry one person.
Iron Fist and Daredevil could only walk, but fortunately, it wasn't far. On the way, Iron Fist asked Daredevil about Mike.
Daredevil and Mike had only met twice; most of what he knew was just rumors.
Iron Fist couldn't help but say, "He's made Hell's Kitchen safer, isn't that good?"
Daredevil said, "But his methods are wrong."
Iron Fist wanted to ask, "What is the standard for right or wrong, and who judges it?" But he ultimately held back, thinking, "By legal standards, Mike is definitely breaking the law, but then again, going out as a vigilante in a bodysuit isn't exactly law-abiding either."
Iron Fist's property was a luxurious apartment, open-plan, 180 square meters, with a lavish sofa, floor-to-ceiling windows, a bar, an oversized bathroom, an oversized bathtub... a good place for a small party.
It was clear that the apartment wasn't usually lived in; someone cleaned it regularly.
Rich and willful.
Mike told Colleen about the origin of The Hand, and The Hand's five fingers, one of whom was Botou—Colleen's respected master.
Colleen was greatly shocked.
Colleen: "How do you know so much?"
Mike: "We're enemies, so it's normal to understand them better, right? Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles."