From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

Matt ran for his life.

The wounds from my fight with Ren Woxing a few days ago hadn't healed yet, and now they've been torn open again.

But what Matt found even more unbearable was the burning sensation originating from his muscles and bones.

"What kind of toxin did Ren Woxing inject into my body when he struck me with that palm strike?"

Although Matt is a disciple of the Stickman from the Marvel Eastern lineage, there is no such thing as internal energy in the Marvel Universe.

Therefore, Matt assumed that his current unusual feeling was due to poisoning.

Matt gritted his teeth; his exceptional hearing told him that the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

His physical strength was being depleted faster and faster due to the "toxins" and the flare-up of old injuries.

The heartbeats of the pursuers could already be heard clearly.

"Grab him!"

Matt instinctively ducked to dodge a shuriken that came flying through the air.

Although Matt dodged the shuriken, he did not relax, because it meant he had entered the pursuers' attack range!

With shuriken, darts, and other hidden weapons being used one after another, Matt complained bitterly.

After being hit by several darts on his back, his escape speed decreased again.

"Is this really where my life ends?" Matt sighed, preparing to accept his fate.

A gunshot rang out.

Matt stood there, only to realize that the bullet had not been aimed at him.

The target is actually the pursuers!

"Frank?" Matt asked tentatively, but immediately realized that his heartbeat was different; the other person was not Frank the Punisher.

Who else will help me?

"Hello, Daredevil. Or should I call you Matt?"

Coulson leads an elite S.H.I.E.L.D. combat team.

Matt frowned and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

The person who came knew who he was! This made Matt very uneasy.

Coulson explained, "I'm a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., in charge of investigating the Hell's Kitchen massacre, the one who injured you."

Matt had never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. before, and Coulson's explanation only deepened his confusion, but he didn't have time to ask any more questions: "If you only brought these people, I suggest you retreat immediately. You are no match for Ren Woxing."

"Ren Woxing, is that the name of the Hell's Kitchen massacre killer?" Coulson chuckled dismissively. "Don't worry, we're S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite; we have extensive experience dealing with superhumans and the like."

"He's different..." Matt wanted to explain further.

He heard the light, cat-like footsteps as they landed, and a chill ran down his spine. He immediately turned around.

The familiar heartbeat... it's her!

Madam Gao's expression was stern; there had been far too many unexpected events today.

Ren Woxing's strength far exceeded her expectations, so obtaining his strange martial arts techniques would have to be a long-term plan.

Before that, we need to find a way to gain Ren Woxing's trust.

Even if you're a dog, be the one that wags its tail the best!

"Hurry up, I'll hold her off," Matt warned.

Before Matt could finish speaking, Madam Gao had already arrived, rushing into Coulson's elite team of agents like a ghost.

Madam Gao then went on a killing spree. By the time Coulson and his team reacted, dozens of people were already lying in pools of blood, their fates unknown.

"Damn it," Coulson thought he had made sufficient preparations, but he did not expect that he would lose dozens of elites before even finding the target!

"Is this woman Ren Woxing's wife?"

Coulson asked, "If the other party is Ren Woxing's wife, the two might be evenly matched in strength."

"No," Matt said bitterly, "she's not even a dog in front of Ren Woxing."

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Upon hearing Matt's words, Coulson's eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized the gap in strength between himself and Ren Woxing.

True to his level eight agent status, Coulson immediately regained his composure after realizing his misjudgment: "Retreat!"

He hoisted Matt onto his shoulders and ordered, "Everyone, take turns firing to cover the retreat."

"clear."

Coulson's heart bled as he watched his men fall one by one into pools of blood.

These were all elites he had selected from S.H.I.E.L.D., and the heavy casualties this time would inevitably weaken S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strength.

"Once I return successfully, I must request reinforcements from my superiors and send a special team to deal with superhumans," Coulson resolved.

However, Madam Gao's expression immediately changed when she saw the two leave.

This is the "rat" that Ren Woxing specifically asked me to bring back. I haven't even completed the first task. How can I gain Ren Woxing's trust?

How can one acquire a cultivation technique that allows them to absorb the life force of others?

Thinking of this, Madam Gao snorted coldly: "Hmph, trying to escape?"

With swift movements, the surviving Hand ninjas, led by Mrs. Gosling, pounced on Coulson, who was running wildly with Matt.

"They're after me. If you put me down, you can escape." Matt struggled desperately, not wanting to be a burden to Coulson.

Coulson shook his head repeatedly: "We need your help to capture Ren Woxing. I can't watch you fall into their hands."

"Then I'll kill you first!" Madam Gao had already pounced on Coulson and raised her hand to strike Coulson's head.

Her palms were stained with blood; just moments ago, Madam Gao had killed more than a dozen elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the same way.

One slap and they were gone, as easily as crushing tofu.

"Crack"

The metal emitted a ringing "clanging" sound that made people's ears ring.

Before Madam Gao could strike, she was stopped by someone wielding a knife.

The newcomer was wearing a black leather trench coat, and was tall and slender, like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

The blade flipped, which instead shook Madam Gao away.

Madam Gao took several steps back to steady herself, suppressing the horror in her heart.

Having lost a significant amount of life force in the previous battle with Ren Woxing, the person before him was of unknown origin. Although his strength was not comparable to Ren Woxing's, he was not an ordinary person either.

Mrs. Gao looked at the man in the trench coat warily and made a defensive gesture.

Having narrowly escaped death, Coulson broke out in a cold sweat. He nudged the half-dead Matt on top of him and asked, "Your men?"

Matt weakly raised his head, his heartbeat sounding unfamiliar, and said, "No, he's not one of my people. I don't know him at all."

"So that means this person is the one who came?" Coulson asked warily, even though the stranger had just saved him.

But seeing the other person's Asian face, Coulson's professional instincts prevented him from letting his guard down.

"Who are you?" Madam Gao asked coldly.

"Yan Shuangying." The man's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, yet it possessed a reassuring quality.

"Your hand was injured by Ren Woxing, right?"

"You know Ren Woxing?" Coulson exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Shuangying turned to Coulson: "I am Yan Shuangying, a top-tier agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I am ordered to capture fugitive Ren Woxing. You must be Coulson Fisk, a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"A good opportunity." Madam Gao's eyes flashed with cold light as she struck Yan Shuangying with a palm.

But Yan Shuangying seemed to have been prepared all along, her trench coat fluttering.

A Beretta FS-92, gleaming with silver light, appeared in Yan Shuangying's hand, and the gun fired.

Madam Gao's alarm bells rang, and she tilted her head to avoid a fatal headshot.

A flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder.