Marvel: I'm Wizard King

Chapter 14: Night Demon and Daredevil

Night Demon?

Matt's sensitive hearing caught these words, and his expression changed.

"How did he know?"

At this moment, Matt felt as if he had stepped into a huge trap.

He felt that the other party might have deliberately waited for him by appearing at the entrance of Hell's Paradise.

What kind of person is this? When was he exposed?

What is his purpose in approaching him?

What were originally ordinary things, when recalled, all seemed premeditated.

Hearing John's words, the bodyguard at the door gave John a deep look, then turned and opened the door, walking inside.

John looked back at Matt, a little surprised that the lawyer seemed very conflicted.

Conflicted about what?

He didn't know that someone was brainstorming because of that one phrase, Night Demon.

Night Demon was John's nickname when he was at school.

Even now, within Slytherin at Hogwarts, there's a legend that the Night Demon will eat little Wizards who sneak out at night.

This was purely a coincidence of names.

Saying it casually was just for the convenience of casting spells.

Although John knew a little about Marvel, he didn't remember overly obscure characters at all.

Matt was still worrying about what kind of conspiracy it was when the bodyguard who had gone inside came out again.

The bodyguard said, "You may come in."

John said to Matt, "See? It's simple."

Matt tightened his grip on the guide cane in his hand and smiled, "Of course."

He was already ready to fight at any moment.

John nodded and walked in.

Although he could use the Mind-Reading Spell.

But the Mind-Reading Spell had a condition.

Eye contact.

Asking John to make eye contact with a blind person...

Therefore, he could only vaguely sense Matt's unease.

However, he took it as nervousness about meeting Simon.

They walked in through that door.

The first thing they saw was a group of people arranged by Simon.

Seeing the two enter, they didn't speak, but stared at them silently with a sense of oppression.

John's expression didn't change; Matt was a blind person.

The two walked down this path, and another door at the end opened.

A beautiful office appeared before their eyes.

The owner of this place, Simon, sat in a comfortable chair, wearing a floral shirt, holding a cigar and puffing smoke.

"Night Demon?"

Simon looked to be around forty years old, with a black beard and a cold smile on his lips.

His uncomfortable eyes swept over the two of them.

No one would see the guide cane in Matt's hand as a threat; most of the attention was on John.

"I have a question I need you to answer," John said nonchalantly, walking up to Simon and staring into his eyes. "Why did you blow up my car?"

"Blew up your car?" Simon showed disdain. "What are you? Are you even worth my effort?"

He didn't know John's identity; it was only because of the name Night Demon, which made him think of Daredevil, that he let them in.

"Oh?" John pretended to be puzzled. "But the guy who did the bombing didn't say that."

The guy who did the bombing?

Simon's previously dismissive expression changed. He stared at John, "Who are you?"

"You don't even know who you're trying to kill?" John shook his head helplessly, his eyes gradually turning into vertical pupils, his voice sinking. "My name is John Wick."

"Wick?"

Hearing this surname, Simon's face changed drastically.

He reached for the drawer, but a pencil pierced the back of his hand.

John said lightly, "You're being a little naughty, and I don't like it very much."

"Tell me, where is the person who paid you a million dollars?" John's shadow covered Simon.

Those vertical pupils brought fear to Simon.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His fingers were stiff; even moving a fingertip was a luxury.

Fear spread throughout his body.

"The Ten Rings!" Simon blurted out the answer John needed.

The fear disappeared, and he gasped for air, slumping back into the chair.

John didn't pull out the pencil but tidied his sleeves, smiling slightly. "Tell me where that group of people is?"

"I don't know... Ah!"

A second pencil was plunged into his other hand. John unhurriedly picked up a fountain pen from the pen holder on the desk.

"You have one more chance." He smiled, looking like a demon in Simon's eyes.

Simon looked as if he was being tortured, with two holes in his hands.

The cap of the fountain pen was opened, and John's casual demeanor made Simon tremble all over.

He didn't know why he was so afraid, but he knew that the fountain pen would be stuck into some part of his body just like the pencils.

Driven by a strong will to survive, he confessed.

John dipped the fountain pen into the blood flowing on the desk and wrote down the address on the back of a piece of paper.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Closing the fountain pen, John put it back in the pen holder.

He stepped back to the side and made an invitation to Matt.

"Your turn."

"What?"

Matt was surprised; he had been ready to fight.

But John's decisive actions made his preparations unnecessary.

John said meaningfully, "Aren't you troubled by a case, Mr. Lawyer."

euphoria imprint.

Matt understood what John meant.

He took a deep breath. As a hero who moved through the night.

This was the first time he had encountered something he could pick up ready-made.

John also kindly reminded him, "Don't be too loud, people will come from outside."

"No, no!" Simon shook his head frantically. He couldn't understand why the bodyguards would let these people in.

He completely forgot that he himself wanted to see that so-called Daredevil.

However, he didn't know that Night Demon and Daredevil were not the same person.

Matt stopped moving forward.

He wasn't the kind of hero who would easily kill anyone.

"Let's go," Matt said.

"Maybe if you try a little, you can save one or even a dozen girls," John stared at Matt. "Don't let your kindness delay you."

Matt 'looked' at John and asked, "What about you? Why don't you do this?"

John smiled, "Because I prefer to watch other people's choices."

This was a little bit of his dark humor.

There was a guy who also forced him to choose before; that guy was later thrown into a cage by him, that's all.

"Don't kill me, I can pay, a lot of money," Simon cried, while also moving his right foot closer to a button under the desk.

His hands were pinned, and he pressed the button with his right foot.

Beneath the seemingly pitiful crying, ruthlessness was revealed.

The slight click of the button sinking would not have been heard by anyone else.

But among the three people in the room, two of them simultaneously turned to look at Simon.

Simon grinned hideously, "You two bastards, die here!"

The door was kicked open, and bullets immediately poured in.

Matt and John didn't hesitate, flipping over the desk.

The people outside finally knew to come and save their boss.

John pulled out two pencils from the desktop.

Just as Simon was about to run, John grabbed his foot and dragged him back, grabbed Simon's hair with one hand, and slammed his head onto the floor.

Under the heavy blow, Simon died instantly.

He wiped the pencils in his hand on Simon's clothes.

He seemed unhurried, saying casually, "Alright, Mr. Lawyer, maybe I really do need you now."

Here, John was referring to fighting a lawsuit.

As for Matt, he had already determined that John knew his identity.

Now was a critical moment, and he didn't bother to keep hiding.

The sound of bullets ricocheting off the walls painted a picture of the outside in his mind.

When the round of bullets ended, and they stopped shooting.

Without any hesitation, he charged out agilely, his guide cane turning into a whip, shattering the gun and hand bones with a single strike.

In this narrow corridor, he, a blind man, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, quickly taking down the combatants with his powerful fighting skills.

John put the wand he had drawn back, shrugged, and said, "Alright, this lawyer is quite brave."

Walking outside, there were seven or eight people in the corridor, and only the last one remained.

Matt leaped and stepped on the wall, flying forward with a punch that knocked the person unconscious instantly.

He was breathing heavily. Even with his extraordinary senses, Matt was ultimately an ordinary person.

John exaggeratedly praised without sincerity, "I think the lawyer is under some pressure now."

"Stop pretending!" Matt heard more footsteps outside. His tone lost its previous lightheartedness and became serious. "You know my identity!"

"Your identity?"

"Daredevil!" Matt gripped his guide cane tightly.

"Uh..." John thought for a moment and said, "If I told you that I was talking about Night Demon, would you feel better?"

"It's the same!" Matt was very angry. Now his Daredevil identity might be exposed, and then forget about upholding justice at night.

Even Foggy would be implicated.

He pointed to his ears, "I heard everything! From the moment you appeared at Hell's Paradise, you've been approaching me, preparing to use me!"

John filtered through his mind. Hmm, Daredevil didn't appear in the Avengers. He didn't know him.

"Okay, then if I told you," John looked at Matt sympathetically, "that Night Demon was my nickname when I was at school?"

"Your... nickname?"

Matt had been listening to John's heartbeat, but unfortunately, he didn't hear it.

But from John's tone, he seemed to hear a different meaning.

"Then why did you say Night Demon to him..."

"Oh, you always have to find an excuse to get people to let us in," John said as a matter of course. "See? It worked pretty well."

Matt fell silent.

If it was a misunderstanding, then he seemed to have just revealed his identity.

Just then, the footsteps outside the second door became denser.

Simon's people had arrived.

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