Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"That annoying guy, he never even tries to pursue me..."

Jessica walked dejectedly through the snow, the snow crunching under her feet, a sound as dull as her mood.

My boyfriend is a ruthless killer, which is something that no one with a conscience can accept.

Unlike killing Damon and the psychiatrist, Gray's act of throwing out two mountains was too crazy; at least from the outside, he was simply having fun.

Even if there are some reasons, what reason can compare to the lives of 20,000 people?

To kill someone so readily is far too cold-blooded and ruthless.

On the other hand, aside from his terrible personality and somewhat animalistic behavior, Gray is pretty good in every other way...

When the two are together, he will occasionally show his thoughtful and considerate side. He will remember her preferences and send her a bouquet of flowers in a romantic way. He is like a sticky candy that you can't get rid of or break. Although he is very persistent, he is also a little sweet.

Whenever Jessica recalls these warm memories, her heart clenches involuntarily. Asking her to harden her heart and sever this relationship is impossible; just thinking about it feels like something is being forcibly ripped from her heart, a feeling that suffocates her.

But simply forgiving Gray doesn't seem right.

If he were to commit a massacre without any justification in the future, how would he face the mountains of corpses, the desperate cries of his loved ones, and the questions from the innocent souls?

Couldn't that guy be a little more obedient?

Snowflakes continued to fall, landing on Jessica's face and turning into melancholy droplets. Her steps grew heavier, and she seemed somewhat lost, unsure of where to go.

Time quietly slipped away and evening arrived.

"Jessica Jones?"

A deep voice suddenly rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet street. Immediately afterward, a ghostly figure swiftly darted through the narrow gaps between the buildings.

Slowly bending down, taking light steps, and landing steadily on the ground in the next second.

The newcomer was dressed in a red, tight-fitting combat suit, his face tightly covered by a black eye patch. The striking red cross pattern on the eye patch resembled a pair of sharp eyes.

Matthew Murdoch, the superhero who roams Hell's Kitchen, suddenly appears in front of Jessica.

"who!?"

Jessica suddenly looked up, her eyes still moist with the lingering emotions from her earlier struggle. When she sensed someone approaching, her expression instantly turned cold and wary.

Her body moved almost instinctively, the snow crunching under her feet, her right shoulder tilting slightly, and her slender waist suddenly exerting force.

Immediately, a powerful punch was thrown from below without hesitation.

Bang!

The force of this punch was approximately 5 tons, and the speed was too fast to be seen with the naked eye, especially considering the distance between the two was less than half a meter...

In summary, Daredevil's feet, which had just regained their footing, were lifted off the ground again. He then clutched his lower abdomen and slowly knelt down. One can imagine how constipated he must have been under the mask.

"Huh? You're Daredevil?" Jessica finally recognized the person and covered her mouth in surprise.

She knew Daredevil; he was as famous as Spider-Woman in New York.

"It's...it's me..."

Matthew lay prostrate in the snow, barely able to breathe. "I...I meant no harm...If it's...convenient...please take me to the hospital...thank you..."

Of course, going to the hospital was just a joke.

After spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, Daredevil struggled to his feet and solemnly explained his purpose to Jessica.

"A purple man? Extremely dangerous? No, I've never seen such a person before." Jessica shook her head.

Lately, she's been either at school or in bed, and has had virtually no chance to meet strangers.

"Maybe he hasn't made his move yet, but I'm sure he's got his eye on you." Matthew winced as he clutched his lower abdomen, secretly marveling at how extraordinary this girl was. The force of that punch was no less than being hit by a heavy iron hammer.

"The Purple Man is an extremely evil guy. He has the ability to manipulate other people's minds. I have been tracking him down, and today I accidentally found his temporary residence. Inside... it's almost entirely filled with your photos."

"Jessica, you are in a very dangerous situation." Matthew said solemnly, "If possible, I would like to protect you until the Purple Man is caught."

"Mr. Daredevil, thank you for your kindness, but I feel... it's not appropriate to take up your time. I think I can protect myself." Jessica gave a strange look and politely declined.

"Ahem, actually, I haven't eaten all day!"

Matthew stubbornly offered an explanation, then changed the subject and continued, "The terrifying thing about the Purple Man isn't his strength. He won't confront you directly. He'll control your family and friends to threaten you, or disguise himself as an ordinary person and infiltrate your circle. You simply can't defend against him."

"He certainly sounds like a dangerous person."

Jessica nodded noncommittally, offered a token expression of gratitude, and then left.

Seeing this, Matthew smiled wryly. He knew his words lacked persuasiveness, but the Purple Man's threat was imminent, and he couldn't let an innocent girl suffer a terrible fate.

"No, to you, he's more than just a danger..."

Matthew followed slowly behind Jessica, recounting in a low voice the various evil deeds the Purple Man had committed in the past.

Imprisonment, bondage, humiliation... every word sends chills down your spine, sounding even more evil than Grey!

Jessica was slightly moved: "Mr. Daredevil, you probably want to use me to catch that guy, right?"

"Yes, I do have that thought."

Matthew sighed, "The Purple Man is very cunning. He always chooses to appear in crowded public places. In those situations, even if I can take action, I will be restrained. He can control a large number of hostages at any time."

"What's even more terrifying is that he would use hostages as human shields, or even have them launch suicide attacks. Jessica, you can't imagine what it would be like to see a child, only a few years old, rushing at you with a knife."

Jessica thought about it for a moment and felt a chill run down her spine. Such an evil scumbag was someone that no superhero would want to face.

"Does he have a name? Maybe I have a way to deal with him."

Jessica's idea was simple: use magic to defeat magic.

Grey is undoubtedly a forbidden spell of the dark magic level. If any of the Purple People had even a little bit of understanding of Homelander, they wouldn't be foolish enough to use hostages to threaten a top villain who would slaughter 100,000 people without batting an eye.

In addition, she also wanted to find a reason to convince herself to forgive Grey, and the Purple Man was a good opportunity.

"Zebdia Kilgrave," Matthew replied.

"Kilgrave?" Upon hearing this name, Jessica's expression instantly became somewhat subtle.

Matthew keenly noticed the change in her tone and quickly pressed, "You know him?"

"He is my therapist," Jessica nodded.

"I guessed right, he really is targeting you. But he definitely doesn't expect me to come looking for you. Now is the perfect opportunity to catch him! Jessica, tell me quickly, where is he right now?"

Matthew looked excited, as if he had been hit by a pie.

"It should still be on the wall?" Jessica asked hesitantly.

Although several days have passed, judging from the terrible state at the time when it was impossible to remove the stains, cleaning it up completely will be no easy task.

"What wall?"

Matthew was slightly taken aback, wondering if he had become disconnected from society due to a lack of internet access.

"On the wall" is very likely some kind of meme, like Zhan Lao, which is abstract with a bit of absurdity, and people who don't know it can hardly make the connection.