Matt Murdoch looked at the hooded man and asked in a cold voice, "Which organization are you? How many children have you kidnapped? Where are you going to send them?"

"Hey hey hey..."

The hooded man who was pinned to the wall by the sacred arrow, after hearing Matt's threat, instead of showing fear, he let out an evil laugh, with a chilling frenzy in his eyes.

Matt Murdoch sneered before punching the hooded man in the stomach.

boom!

The huge force slammed into the abdomen, and the convulsive pain that accompanied it made the Hooded Man's laughter stop abruptly.

Matt Murdoch shook his hand and said coldly, "Now, can you answer my question?"

"You son of a bitch..."

The hooded man's eyes flickered fiercely, and swear words were spit out from his mouth.

But before he could finish speaking, Matt was beaten violently.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Matt's face was expressionless, his fists slammed into the hooded man like raindrops, and he also focused on the pain points all over his body.

Matt, who has learned martial arts from the old man, is quite proficient in the weaknesses of the human body, and has a very good grasp of the strength. Every punch can guarantee that the hooded man will die in pain, and will not let him pass out of a coma. .

After a dozen punches, the hooded man twitched in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"Are you comfortable?"

Matt took out a tissue from somewhere, wiped his blood-stained fists, and said lightly, "Now, you can answer my question."

Dealing with this kind of child trafficking scum, he will not have the idea of ​​showing mercy!

If it was the former him, he might even consider killing people, but after joining the invisible empire, this concept has been completely eliminated from his mind!

"correct......"

While wiping his hands, Matt said coldly: "Don't think that you can be freed by death, I can still beat your soul, if you don't believe it, you can experience it for yourself later.

"

As a Quincy, Matt can wait for the Hooded Man to die and torture his soul again!

The Hooded Man seemed to be frightened by this sentence. Seeing that Matt didn't seem to be joking, after thinking for a while, he hesitated: "We are... fanatics!"

"A fanatic?"

Matt frowned, searched carefully in his mind, and found that he had not heard of this organization, and then asked: "You mentioned sacrifice just now, tell me what it means?"

"It literally means..."

The hooded man took the opportunity to take a few breaths, then endured the pain and said, "This child is our sacrifice to the great Lord of Darkness!"

"Dark Lord?"

Matt's frown deepened, another unfamiliar term.

"Yes, it is the great dark master!"

The hooded man shouted wildly: "He is the master of darkness, the end of infinite time, and the only true god in the world!"

"Tsk... another lunatic."

Matt Murdoch's eyebrows rose in disgust, and he identified the hooded man in front of him as a member of a cult.

As a lawyer, he has read many cases. Among them, people who commit crimes in the name of a certain evil god in the name of faith are actually everywhere in the United States, and many of them are even brainwashed. Then, start with your own relatives.

"Hey hey hey..."

The hooded man smiled coldly: "It seems that you don't believe in the master of darkness."

Matt sneered: "I only believe in the law."

The hooded man licked his lips and said seductively: "If you are willing to join us, you can get eternal life!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Matt shook his head and said lightly, "Tell me where your organization's base is, and I can make your death a little more enjoyable."

"no need."

The hooded man suddenly raised his head, revealing the deep black cracked eye sockets hidden under the hood, and said with a grin, "You will see you soon, the leader of our organization!"

"Huh? Not good!"

Matt Murdoch's heart throbbed, his pupils shrank slightly, and the chilly hairs on his back suddenly stood up.

call!

A sharp air-breaking sound came from behind, mixed with a strong killing intent!

Matt's reaction was quite alert, and he lowered his body and rolled forward, dodging the sneak attack from behind.

Before Matt could get up from the ground, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of an orange-yellow whip!

crackle!

There was no time to dodge, and Matt was hit in the chest by the orange whip, and the skin he was hit immediately split open.

"what--"

Matt couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, and endured the pain, he removed the long stick and turned into two short sticks in his hand again.

In such a narrow alley, the long stick can't be used at all, and it is not as suitable as the short stick to face this kind of battle.

crackle! crackle!

Two orange-yellow whips were mixed with cracking sounds, and the air was pumped like a crackling sound like firecrackers.

Matt jumped back, dodging the two whips, and his eyes fell on the attacker.

I saw that the man was wearing the same yellow clothes as the hooded man, the dark black eye sockets were covered with crack-like lines, and the eyes were mixed with a disturbing cold.

"Who are you?"

Matt took a few breaths, and with the help of Lingzi to recover the injury on his chest, he asked.

The man sneered: "Casillas, the leader of the fanatics."

......

Pure Spirit Pavilion.

Lorde stared at the bald tycoon in front of him and asked, "Supreme Mage suddenly came to visit, what's the matter?"

The Supreme Mage smiled slightly and said, "I came to you because I wanted you to do me a favor."

help?

When Lord heard this sentence, his brows furrowed unconsciously: "With your means, do you still need my help?"

The implication of this sentence is that even you can't solve things, and it's even more impossible for me to solve them.

The Supreme Mage said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, and it has something to do with you."

"Oh?"

Lorde raised his brows and became interested: "Is it related to me?"

"good."

The Supreme Mage chuckled and said, "Do you remember Sishorn?"

"Of course I remember." Lord's mouth twitched.

"That's good."

The Supreme Mage nodded slightly and continued: "Remember the prop for summoning Sishorn, that is the book of the dark gods."

"Remember..." Lorde glanced at the Supreme Mage and wondered, "Didn't that book be taken away by you?"

"not at all."

The Supreme Mage shook his head and said, "When Sishorn left the earth, he used the last bit of strength to tear up the Dark God Book and scattered it all over the world, so I hope you can collect these scattered pages for me."

"Uh......"

Lord hesitated for a moment: "Then why don't you collect it yourself? It shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"no."

The Supreme Mage sighed: "Sishorn shielded me with black magic, so it is impossible for me to find the dark book."

"Then why are you looking for me?" Lord said puzzled.

The Supreme Mage took a deep look at him and said, "Because you have the power of Sishorn, you will attract the dark gods in the dark, so I can only ask you for help."