Chapter 83 Demon in human skin

Hell's Kitchen, New York

As night slowly falls, this sinful soil begins to breed...

After a busy day, the political and legal pioneer Matt Murdoch, also known as Master Ma, took off his original disguise of a suit and tie and transformed himself into "Daredevil" again in the dark.

"pat-"

In the quiet and narrow streets, it seemed that only Matt Murdoch's crisp footsteps could be heard.
“That’s very strange…”

Matt looked around with a puzzled look on his face. The overly quiet night surprised him, as he had long been accustomed to the hustle and bustle of Hell's Kitchen.

Because according to the past, this notorious back alley in Hell's Kitchen,
Shouldn't there be a few drunk gangsters bullying the beggars passing by?

There are just a few dancers in sexy poses and cool clothes soliciting customers.

But no, nothing.

Everything was eerily quiet.

At this moment, Matt Murdock, with a sense as sensitive as a bat emitting ultrasound, "saw" something strange happening not far away.

He approached slowly and quietly, without making a sound, silently watching everything that happened in the dark corner:
"Oh, look, this isn't the famous Kingpin... No, now I should call him Mr. Wilson Fisk, hahaha."

I saw several gangsters looking at the drunken tall figure slumped in the corner with a smile on their faces, pointing and talking at him from time to time.
Upon hearing this, Matt Murdoch's pupils trembled, and his heart was shocked as if he was hiding in the closet and watching his wife openly having sex with someone else.
But relying on his understanding of the man he regarded as his lifelong opponent, Matt Murdock still confirmed that the man who was as depressed as an old drunkard,
It was Kingpin Wilson Fisk, the king of the New York underground mafia who was full of vigor and vitality some time ago.

impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

At this moment, Matt Murdoch was deeply shocked and even a little bit unable to accept it:
It's like when you have worked so hard and finally arrived at the door of the final boss's palace, but unexpectedly found that the final boss has been killed by a stranger.

Even though he had countless questions in his heart, Matt Murdock still controlled his mentality. Just as he was about to drive these gang thugs away so that he could have a good chat with the "Down and Out Kingpin",

A gentle voice suddenly sounded,
"What are you doing?"

The gangster heard the noise behind him and was about to explode and curse.
But when he saw who was coming, he immediately felt as if he had lost his parents, and he bowed his head honestly and respectfully.

Matt Murdoch was also confused when he noticed the gangster's unusual attitude, but the voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"It's all gone."

A gentle and calm voice that was inexplicably comforting sounded again.

"Yes, Father Joseph."

The gangsters responded respectfully and left the place quickly.

Joseph? Father!?
Matt suddenly remembered who the owner of this familiar voice was.

It was the priest of the weird sect “New World” that worshipped Superman as the true God: Joseph Moriarty!
How could he appear here! ?
Or is it that Kingpin's sudden change is inextricably linked to this sect shrouded in mystery?!

"Mr. Wilson Fisk, it's nice to see you again."

Joseph spoke softly. He was wearing a black robe and gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a heavy book with a hard cover in his left hand.

If you look closely, you can see that the cover of this book is wrapped in a thick, shiny metal, with neatly arranged rivets and slightly protruding iron bars, revealing something strange everywhere. Kingpin, or Wilson Fisk, raised his sleepy eyelids, as if he was really drunk.
But the next moment, he suddenly stood up and rushed forward at lightning speed.
Wilson Fisk's huge body makes him look like an angry rhino charging forward, powerful and unstoppable.

But Joseph just smiled as expected, without saying anything.
As he was blind and had lost his eyesight a long time ago, Matt Murdock was unable to accurately observe the situation at the scene.

I can only rely on my other sensitive senses to distinguish the changes in the situation on the scene.

Facing the huge figure that was charging towards him and raising its broad and strong arms to smash him down,

In contrast, the slightly frail Joseph only leaned forward slightly and nimbly dodged Kingpin's heavy blow.

Kingpin's fist was deeply embedded in the concrete brick wall. Even though the broken stones had made his palms bleed, Wilson Fisk still suppressed his anger and roared in a low and hoarse voice.

"It's you! You took away my property, my connections, my allies... everything I had!"

"Now, you're even going to take my soul!"

"You are a devil in human skin!"

Kingpin's seemingly crazy roar did not cause any ripples on Joseph's expressionless face. He continued to speak calmly, as if he was explaining some fact.

"To be honest, I was surprised,"

"I didn't expect your will to be so strong. As a human being, your will is indeed outstanding."

"Before I met the great Kal-El, I always believed that humans were inherently bad, and that all I had to do was to exercise God's rights and herd the lambs."

Looking at Joseph who was still calmly explaining his words,

Kingpin raised his fist again, and under his slightly dirty suit,
Hidden beneath the surface are the muscles and strength that he has developed through years of training. If one simply looks at the appearance, it is just the "fat" of his "chubby" body, which is extremely deceptive.

But Joseph continued to dodge nimbly, as gracefully as ever.

After repeatedly swinging his fists with great intensity, he was unable to touch even a corner of Joseph's clothes. Kingpin was also a little out of breath.
Just when he was about to relax,
Joseph appeared before his eyes again like a ghost, raising the heavy metal-covered book in his hand, as if he was lifting a heavy hammer of judgment.

"boom--"

It hit Jin Bing's face hard, and instantly, it was all bloody and bloody. Jin couldn't help but let out a dull cry of pain from the intense pain.

"I have lost my patience with you, Wilson Fisk. Your existence can no longer bring me any more value."

"Not even qualified to please my God."

"Now I have all the characteristics of a human being: hair, skin, blood, flesh..."

"But there was not a single discernible emotion, except greed and disgust."

Joseph muttered to himself as he smashed the hammer in his hand heavily at Wilson Fisk, who was lying on the ground.
Soon, he was barely breathing and looked like he was on the verge of death.

Joseph slowly stopped what he was doing and looked indifferently at Wilson Fisk, whose features could no longer be distinguished.

Finally, he cast a meaningful glance at Matt Murdock, who was lurking in the shadows with a pale face.
He stretched out his slender hand covered in a robe, dragged Kingpin, who was already beaten half to death, and slowly walked towards the darkness in the distance...

(End of this chapter)