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His appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

But most people don't know him, only a handful of people know him.

They were even talking about it already.

"He seems to be the leader of the Irish gang, Renault!"

"I heard that he was once a felon with the FBI and later escaped from prison. He is still in New York now? It's really strange."

"I heard that he is very powerful. It is said that even the FBI can't do anything to him."

"This guy is still a dangerous person."

Amid the discussion among the people around him, Renault looked over.

Under his gaze, many people avoided his gaze, and some even took a few steps back involuntarily.

Reno seemed unaware of everything around him.

He looked back at the building in the middle of Hell's Kitchen.

As long as he captures him, he can rule this Hell's Kitchen.

At that time, would I, who owns Hell's Kitchen and the Hand, still be afraid of the mere FBI?

Renault, who became more and more excited as he thought about it, had a strong look of greed in his eyes. He picked up the gun in his hand and walked towards the castle.

At this moment, Renault's steps suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and his eyes fell on a car directly in front of him.

"Whose car is that?"

A slightly familiar face appeared in the half-open car window.

It looks a little familiar, like I've seen it somewhere?

Roxon?Osborne?Secret Empire?Or the Ten Commandments Gang?

Renault frowned, unable to see clearly the people inside, but it was better to do less than to do more.

He is still wanted by the FBI, so it is not appropriate to cause trouble.

At this moment, several followers behind Renault also noticed the problem.

"Boss, something is wrong."

A young man looked around and saw that the crowd had receded and was nowhere to be found.

Renault nodded to show that he understood.

He glanced at the person behind him and ordered: "Keep an eye on me and report anything immediately."

His men nodded, then turned and ran around the corner to find a vantage point.

Renault glanced at the corpses on the ground.

With a sinister smile on his lips, he turned around and stepped forward, avoiding the car in front of him, and changed direction and walked towards the central station of the Hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

Not long after Renault left, several bullets came out of nowhere.

Those who reappeared immediately hid behind and quickly dispersed around.

At this moment, a burly man rushed out of a dark alley.

He jumped on the wall to his right and rushed forward like a cheetah.

As soon as the man ran out of there, he was hit by a bullet.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and hurriedly dodged to the side, narrowly dodging the bullet.

However, the other bullet was still one step ahead of him.

Due to poor shooting skills, the bullet flew past the tip of his nose, causing a burning pain.

He raised his head, looked around, and then quickly ran away.

He didn't dare to stay there any longer, otherwise only death would be waiting for him.

"boom!"

Another bullet from nowhere hit his left shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

The man covered his injured left shoulder and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

He looked at the castle not far away, with resentment and anger in his eyes.

There are so many people like him in Hell's Kitchen right now.

The fighting of ordinary people is just the prelude to tonight.

What really needs attention is the gang of guys who kill without blinking an eye.

They are all real outlaws.

And this time everyone's goals are extremely clear and unified.

It's Hell's Kitchen, the core of the Shadowlands, the citadel of the Hand.

The person responsible for the Hand Club's talk came out two days ago.

Who can climb to the top of the castle tonight and survive to the end.

Then this man will rule the Hand, rule all of Hell's Kitchen.

This news is undoubtedly a very tempting proposition for the gang of desperadoes.

As long as you can reach the top.

Then you can gain a foothold in Hell's Kitchen, and even lead the unified Hell's Kitchen. Why not?

In addition, almost all of these people are wanted criminals or gang bosses, as well as thugs who want to rise to power.

Because of this, they choose to do whatever it takes.

Once the success is achieved, all bones will wither. What if it is successful?

But these are just some tricks of Daredevil, or rather the beast.

Fear, resentment, anger, death, hatred, jealousy.

Once you enter Hell's Kitchen, as long as you have a little bit of negative emotion in your heart, it will continue to amplify.

Until all these negative emotions fill everyone's heart, causing their thinking to become distorted and crazy.

Then it continuously provides strength to the beast, making him continue to become stronger.

Return to the castle hall.

Through the open door, a handsome man slowly walked in.

He didn't stop until he was in the center of the hall, looked around, and sneered.

"So, this chaotic shadow realm is the meeting gift you gave me today?"

Joyce, with cold eyes, stared straight at the man on the throne.

"Oh...Father, this is just the beginning."

Daredevil grinned.

"Look, everyone around you is your former comrade-in-arms."

"Iron Fist, Danny Rand, do you remember him? He was the unlucky guy who was hacked to death by my dear master."

"Oh, the enemy who hacked Iron Fist to death is now standing next to him."

"And the lovely Mary, the puma, the black tarantula."

"Look, poor Luke Cage, if it weren't for you I probably wouldn't have brainwashed him. After all, I really don't have many friends."

"You know what? Joyce Joestar."

"If, and I mean if, you don't stop me, we can start in Hell's Kitchen and take over this country."

The corner of Daredevil's mouth raised a cruel arc, looking extremely evil and enchanting, like a demon.

After hearing his words, Joyce's face still didn't waver at all.

He just looked at the strange Daredevil in front of him indifferently, as if looking at a corpse.

"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Joyce's understatement shattered all Daredevil's passion.

The corners of his mouth froze, and strong hostility and anger emerged from his body.

It was obvious that the energy in his body was constantly increasing.

"kill him!"

Until Daredevil gave the order.

The ninja army that had been hiding around them drew their weapons and rushed towards Joyce.

But he didn't hide, he still stood there and looked at the group of people in front of him quietly.

It's like watching a joke.