Stand User in Marvel Universe

“Huh? The dress is so familiar, the gun... isn't that my gun? This guy's weird. Why doesn't he have a head? ”

“Wait, this guy seems to be... it's me...”

The head that Dior carried in his hand immediately and completely fell into endless darkness when he realized he was dead.

“Devil... devil...”

The winking kung fu, the man who had just given Wuyangwei a lesson to the other party, the next moment had no head, the rest of the people were all scared to stare at this horrible scene.

It's not like they haven't killed anyone, but it's the first time they've seen such a strange and horrible scene.

As the headless corpse was gently blown down by the wind, they seemed to finally react and ran without hesitation. At this moment, the gun on their waist did not give them any sense of security.

At this time, Dior was too lazy to go after him, but instead reached out and a brick from the town of Du Wang appeared in his hand empty-handed. Then, aiming in one direction and throwing it at his fingertips, one person was knocked down and there was no sound.

A few minutes later, Dior stood in front of an apartment door and gently knocked on the door.

“Who is it? ”

“Hello, Counselor Matt Murdoch. We met today, remember? ”

The people inside seemed to be silent, and then they said, "I remember your voice, but I don't remember leaving my address on the card you gave me. ”

“Yes, so I used a little bit of a trick to find it. Can you invite me in for a seat? Or do you think this way of communicating gives you more peace of mind?” Dior has heard the movement of the other rooms, and it is expected that someone will come out soon to see the noise, and there is no reason why the people inside should not hear it.

The people inside were silent again, and this time for a little while, but eventually the door was opened.

“Come on in, I hope you didn't come here with trouble. ”

“Of course not, although there was a little trouble on the way here, believe me, those little mice have returned to the arms of God. ”

Dior smiled a little bit and walked in.

If he was really in trouble, it wouldn't be Attorney Matt Murdoch to greet him at this time, but the Night Demon who made the Hell's Kitchen sound a little cranky.

Although he lost his sight, he recovered the super enhancement of the other four senses, which is also the capital of his loneliness to become entangled with the dark forces of the entire Hell's kitchen.

“What can I get you? As a gentleman, you shouldn't be visiting at such times. ”

Dior, who was measuring the situation in his home, suddenly smiled: “A glass of water, and I'm not a gentleman, so the first thing I thought about when I was in trouble was getting help from a lawyer, and just in the middle of the day, I met a lawyer who seemed very capable, so I came. ”

He put the card Matt Murdoch left for him during the day on the table and flipped the one with the lettering on it.

He did it even though he couldn't see it.

At this point, Matt Murdoch, who brought a glass of water, put the cup down and naturally put the card away.

“I thought you would contact me on the phone soon, but obviously you have more nerve than I thought, and you have less skill. But that's all I can remind you. Give you back this glass of water and leave when you're done. Be careful when you leave. Hell, the kitchen is not safe at night. ”

“One thing I'm curious about, how do you know someone's going to deal with me and why are you taking the risk of reminding me this way? That's not what an average lawyer should do.” Dior found himself a place to sit down, and he did get a little thirsty walking all the way.

“As a lawyer, you naturally need to get in touch with people from all walks of life, people like us have their own channels, and as for why I have to remind you, I'm saying I'm ready to sell you a favor and then do your business. Do you believe that? ”

“Attracting so many wealthy business celebrities to your restaurant proves that you are a rich man, maybe this little business card can bring me unexpected benefits, just try it anyway, no harm, right? ”

If he hadn't guessed who he really was, maybe at this point, Dior would really believe him.

“Very convincing explanation. Now that I'm here, as you wish, what service can you offer me?” Dior laughed and did not venture to poke his identity in the dark, but went on to talk about it.

“I'm very good at property disputes, fighting divorces, things like that, and I can defend you if you need it. ”

“I mean besides that. ”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand. ”

“Perhaps you could do me a little favor. ”

“Busy with what? ”

“Find someone. ”

“Who?”

“Kim and. ”

As the name emerged, the temperature in the room dropped markedly, and Matt Murdoch seriously ‘looked’ at him.

“Looks like you already know who's up against you, but do you know what Kim and that name means? Even if you knew where he was, it didn't make any sense. ”

“Maybe in your eyes, Kim is some kind of fucking gangster emperor, but here I am, he's a little more gangster than a horse, and I'm going to kill him, and nobody can stop him. ”

Dior suddenly leaned forward, and the oppressive surge suddenly subsided.

Matt, who was already very sensible, almost drew his weapon with him, and at that moment, he almost thought he was sitting in front of some prehistoric monster.

And that intense killing!

He certainly did not notice the error, that is to say, after his reminder, it may not be someone else who broke the crisis, but the person who was sitting in front of him.

This time, Gold, who hasn't taken up a decent challenge in too long, may have actually kicked on the steel plate.

As soon as the idea came up, he suddenly had some confidence in the guy, and maybe he could really do it.

“I need a little time, Kim, and there are countless nests around the world, and I'll let you know when I find out where he is. ”

This is not something that an ordinary lawyer can do, but obviously he is not as simple as an ordinary lawyer.

“Better hurry, or a lot of people die every day, and it'll slow down my restaurant business. ”

“By the way, what's the reward?” Dior, who had put the cup down and was about to get up and leave, suddenly turned around and asked.

“When you do, I hope I'm not at your funeral when I get paid. ”