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"Hello, this is Nielsen Murdoch Law Firm. I'm sorry that it's not business hours now. If you have anything, you can come tomorrow morning..." A somewhat panicked female voice answered the phone, as if she had knocked down the phone to answer the call. A cup of hot tea, the documents on the table were knocked off, and even the sound of sniffing was clearly audible.The long silence of the late-night phone call made Karen Page, who answered the phone, a little uneasy. She stammered and asked softly, "Hello..."

"Are you blond?" the other end of the phone asked an incomprehensible question.

"Yes, yes, please..." I was startled by the voice on the other end of the phone.

"I guess you have blond hair." The voice suddenly became cheerful. "Tell Murdoch that I have a document for him."

"document?"

"Yes, it's the document we agreed on." Salomon reluctantly stuffed a thick stack of files into the mailbox of the shabby apartment where Nelson Murdoch's law firm was located. This old iron box was almost Unable to bear his strength, it kept squeaking. "I also attached another dossier, which I believe he will also be interested in."

"Can I ask what it's about? And, who are you?"

"I'm Salomon Damonette. I'm sending in the criminal records of mobster Wilson Fisk that Matt asked me to help collect. This is just a catalog, there are too many real dossiers. Another one It's the Irish Catholic Church in New York that has a record of abusing little boys, you know, that kind of thing never gets justice. I heard that Matt Murdoch grew up in the Irish Catholic Church, so I think he's right I'm also interested in this kind of thing." The mystic mage finally punched the apartment mailbox impatiently, and then stuffed two thick files into it.Karen Page was startled by a loud noise coming from downstairs - she tracked down the nursing home where Wilson Fisk's mother was located, and investigated the truth about Fisk's childhood patricide.She told no one else about it, fearing that Wilson Fisk would send someone to find her.

"What are you afraid of?"

"No..." Karen Page sniffed, "It's just a cockroach."

"This apartment is so damp, I should carry bug spray with me. You can't imagine what I found in my law firm's mailbox."

"Are you downstairs now? Actually, I'm still in the law firm. You can send things up." Karen Page asked.She opened the drawer and took out her small pistol.She knew she was taking a risk by doing this now, but the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very familiar with Matt Murdock, so she might as well trust him. "Stop torturing that old mailbox, we've outgrown it a long time ago."

"Damn it! Sorry I spoke French."

"Are you British?" Karen Page heard the footsteps in the corridor and quietly clenched the gun in her hand.

"So to speak. If your stereotype is correct, I would like a cup of hot tea." Salomon hung up the phone and knocked on the door.The person who opened the door was a blond woman who looked a little panicked. Faced with such a person who showed his weakness, the mystic mage never hesitated to smile. "I'm sorry." He smiled. "It took a while to open the old mailbox."

"It doesn't matter." Karen Page forced a smile and tried to hide the pistol behind her back.She was startled by Salomon's astonishing height at first, but then the charm of the young man in front of her made her put down her guard. She suddenly felt that she was making a fuss, and began to feel sorry for her attitude.Perhaps it was the exquisite evening dress that made Salomon look sparkling and out of place with the entire neighborhood, completely devoid of the ubiquitous sinful atmosphere of Hell's Kitchen. "No tea, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Forget it, I feel guilty every time I drink coffee."

"Are you fighting for the injustice of the coffee pickers in the third world?" She slowly backed up to the desk where she had poured countless hands, and carefully hid her pistol.She didn't want people to see her illegally holding a gun.

"No way!" Salomon's eyes widened, "I just think you don't have good coffee here. Matt has been too poor for a long time. I can guarantee that I gave him his most expensive suit. of!"

It must be said that Salomon is very good at distancing himself from others, especially through sarcasm and sarcasm.

Karen Page was unsurprisingly amused.

"How do you know Matthew?" She took the two files tightly wrapped in thick leather portfolios.Out of politeness, she had no intention of opening it yet.In fact, it can be understood that she is still wary of Salomon and does not want to lose the opportunity to fight back with a gun when necessary.She knew that she had to be so vigilant recently, so she secretly apologized to Salomon in her heart.But even so, she still slowly lowered her guard and was indifferent to Salomon's behavior of pulling up a chair and sitting down.

He looked like he wanted to tell a long story.

"I met him in an alleyway in Hell's Kitchen when I was a pre-teen. It was Christmas and a few gangsters surrounded me and wanted something from me to use on drugs." Karen Peggy raised her eyebrows.She began to suspect that the story of the young man in front of her was similar to her own, and she got to know him because of Matt's help. "Then I beat up those idiots. Matt happened to be passing by and asked me to throw away the gun and the pistol on the young gangster." Salomon shrugged, not caring at all what the consequences of the sudden turn of the story would be. "I did it, I didn't need those things anyway."

"What about these two files?"

"The file on Wilson Fisk is something we have agreed on a long time ago. As for the other one... I must ensure fairness."

"What do you mean?" Karen Page was very puzzled. "What's fair?"

Salomon shrugged and didn't answer.Wilson Fisk proves his worth with his life, surviving the pursuit of two shadow creatures summoned by Salomon, and for this Salomon must keep his promise to buy him a little time.Of course he knew that his behavior like an ancient Roman noble watching a beast fight and his superb intimidation skills had made Wilson Fisk resentful, but it was still the same, he didn't care what a criminal boss thought.Wilson Fisk is alive today solely because of Vanessa's friendship with Athena and not because of his worth.

"Fairness to the victim." He changed his rhetoric. "You don't know about the sexual abuse case in the Catholic Church, right? This matter has been quite a big deal recently. I think Matt will want to take over such a case and put it into practice. Build the law firm’s reputation.”

"I think... he's Catholic."

"Would he choose to ignore such a case in order not to shame his beliefs? I don't think he is such a person." The mystic mage spread his hands.Karen Page shook her head. In her opinion, Matt Murdock was not that kind of person.At present, it seems that this young man is really thinking about Matt and trying to help Nelson Murdoch Law Firm increase business, "I have given his mobile phone number to the victim. As long as he can send a few priests into Prison, you can buy a new printer, I promise.”