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Joyce, who had just walked out of the box, breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and touched the non-existent sweat on his forehead, the expression on his face was a little uncertain.

Are all the kings of hell so enthusiastic?

From the conversation just now, he vaguely felt Lucifer's kindness towards him.

"Father Joestar, I'll see you off."

Mazekin, who had been waiting at the door, was looking at him with a smile.

Seeing her looking at him and smiling sweetly, Joyce had some random thoughts for a moment.

Succubus...

Pointed horns... wings... tail...

Joyce shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind.

"No, thank you, farewell! I'll be home soon."

After saying this, he quickly opened the portal and left quickly. He didn't want to stay here anymore at all.

To Joyce, the bar was downright terrifying.

If I stayed a little longer, I might get stuck.

Mazekin looked at Joyce's disappearing back, smiled even brighter, stretched out his small tongue and licked his lips.

……

After calming down, Joyce sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling.

I checked the time and it was only around eight o'clock in the evening.

The sky has also darkened, and the stars in the sky are getting dimmer.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the clouds on the horizon.

With a muffled thunder, a group of dark clouds lowered the sky, and the weather became colder.

The wind blew towards the ground like residual clouds, sweeping away the dead branches and leaves beside the road.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning and thunder pierced the dark night.

Apparently, this is the calm before the storm.

Turning to look at the scenery outside the window, Joyce slowly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the dark night sky and the almost deserted road outside, I felt peaceful in my heart.

Time to meet Matt.

I hope you can keep your original intention and don't make it difficult for me.

Golden light flashed behind him, and a row of golden portals appeared out of thin air.

Joyce turned around and stepped in. As soon as her eyes blurred, she had arrived in Hell's Kitchen.

At this time, the sky had begun to rain.

The wind was raging and thunder was coming one after another.

Joyce raised his head and looked at the thunderclouds above his head, with a smile on his face.

The weather is really nice today.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fires.

Since Hell's Kitchen has been ruled by Daredevil, there are almost no pedestrians after eight o'clock in the evening.

A curfew has been completely implemented here.

However, Joyce did not stop his activities because of this system.

Who is the grandson!

Joyce, walking in the rainy night, looked particularly eerie on the empty roads of Hell's Kitchen.

Not a drop of rain fell from a distance of two meters around him.

The priest's robes he put on again after returning home were always dry.

He is like a person who does not exist in this world.

Regardless of the violent storm, or the lightning and thunder around him, he just walked towards his goal.

He paused and looked around.

Maybe Matt has heard his own voice?

So until now, in Hell's Kitchen under such high-intensity oppression, no so-called Hand ninja has bothered him.

He believed that Matt would come to him proactively, and he was not in a hurry.

Now that you’re here, let’s go see Father Paul.

Joyce walked very slowly, strolling leisurely in the rainy night.

It took more than half an hour to get to the church.

Looking at the church with the lights out, I closed my eyes and felt it.

Well…slept like a baby.

Also, under such circumstances, not many criminals would go out to burn, kill, and loot.

Even the church work has become much freer.

Huh?Why do you feel that Father Paul's health is better?

It seems that meeting an old lover really makes people feel happy...

Sure enough, my original decision was correct, otherwise I was afraid that after I went to Asgard, there would be spider webs in the church.

Joyce did not go in to disturb, but turned and walked towards a tall building in the center of Hell's Kitchen.

A small castle has been renovated on top of the tall building, and you can tell it is Daredevil's base at a glance.

15 minutes later.

Joyce stood on the roof of the castle.

"Matt, why don't you come out? I know you can hear me."

Joyce looked at the dark clouds above and muttered to himself, then waited quietly.

Sure enough, Matt was always paying attention to his movements.

"jojo, you shouldn't be here."

Suddenly a low, magnetic and familiar voice sounded?

Then a man wrapped in a black combat uniform appeared behind him.

"is it?"

Joyce smiled and turned her head to look him up and down.

"The new uniforms are very nice. The black color suits you very well."

"But you actually built a small castle in Hell's Kitchen...don't you think it's a bit excessive?"

"Is it too much? This is a tombstone for the undead that I failed to save."

"It's just a symbol."

Matt took a deep breath and raised his cheeks to feel the rain hitting his face.

"It marks that from now on, under my rule, the people of Hell's Kitchen will no longer have other monsters that will threaten their lives."

Joyce chuckled.

"Your rule? Your Hell's Kitchen?"

"A lawyer who is willing to litigate cases for free for poor people now wants to rule others? Or are you planning to reveal your true identity?"

"I'm Matt Murdock, and I've helped you fight your cases for free, so you have to support me."

"So you think they would?"

"It's their choice whether they want to or not. I just have to do what I think I should do, and that's enough."

His voice seemed extremely cold, as if there was no emotion at all.

Joyce frowned slightly, although Matt was not very lively and cheerful before.

But now his personality seems to have changed dramatically.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that there was something strange about Matt's current state.

Is it because of the beast?

"I don't understand."

Joyce sighed. ъ

"Why are you like this? Do you remember what you said before?"

"I have said a lot, but I only remember one sentence now, which is that I will no longer compromise with anyone."

After a moment of silence, Matt still responded with his cold voice.

It seems he is determined to rule Hell's Kitchen.

"Have you really considered the consequences of continuing to do this?"

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning and thunder sounded, which seemed to express the dissatisfaction in Joyce's heart.

"It seems that Hell's Kitchen has been a lot calmer in the past few months, and a large number of gang members have left the place, but what about the people who have not left?"

Joyce's voice gradually became deeper.

"Are their bones buried in your shadow realm?"