Imil felt that he should comfort Matt at this time, but he didn't know where to speak. He knew that Matt Murdoch, as a Daredevil, was far stronger than he thought.

Matt thinks he has said enough today and he doesn't want to continue to recall the past.

He just whispered in Imir's ear: "Yimir, you must know that strength is not important, what matters is the 'heart'."

"Always remember that you should not be controlled by the power of your heart, but learn to use the "heart" to control the power. You must learn to control the resentment in your heart. If you can do it, this power is what you really have, otherwise you will only become a slave to the resentment in your heart."

Imil was shocked. He understood that Matt had told him so much about his past experiences, which was actually paving the way for this sentence. Matt was right. Uncontrollable is not power, it would only be a disaster.

Just like last night, if Imil hadn't woken up immediately and controlled the development of the curse, he might have accidentally hurt everyone in the apartment without even realizing it.

It would be fine if you accidentally hurt someone. Anyway, Emire feels that he is not close to them, and at most he will feel repentance and guilt. However, if he hurts his sister Kathlin who has always cared for him, Emire really doesn't know what to do.

For no reason, he remembered the eyes of Old Babu staring at his eyes when he died in the place of resentment. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his unwillingness to be deeply afraid of death.

If possible, Imil would never want to see such a look in his relatives in his life.

"Let go, let go of me first. I said that it is impossible to sell my billiards."

Imil and Matt were sitting on the sofa next to him chatting. Seeing that Imil was completely absent-minded about billiards, Matt himself no longer had the interest in games. They were about to rest for a while and then left.

However, after just a moment of rest, the billiards were already in chaos.

Several fierce and vicious men rushed in from outside the door, and picked up the boss who was wiping the wine glass at the bar. The leader was the guy with red hair and a hideous scar on his face.

After hearing the boss's words, a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "What did you say, Jeffer, you old guy, do we want to force your bar? Put your ears clearly and listen, Lord Feiren can look down on your small shop, that is, you can look down on you."

"So that's it. Are you not the number one billiard master in Hell's Kitchen? Then the old man won't bully you. Let's play a game of billiards. If you win, the old man will leave without saying a word. If you want to lose, hehe, the old man won't make things difficult for you, and he will still pay to buy your broken store..."

"Take your money and get out of my store. Go back and tell Feiren that unless my old Jeffer dies, he will not expect to get this store!" The boss was lifted in the air by the red-haired man, and his feet were struggling weakly.

He struggled to pull out a coin from his pocket and slammed it hard on the red-haired nose. This was the cost of Feiren used to buy the old Jeffer billiards - $1.

The coin bounced off the red-haired face and landed on the bar, with the portrait of Washington, the first American president, engraved on the front, looking indifferently at the country he created.

"This is Hell's Kitchen, the dirtiest and ugliest neighborhood in New York, USA, and sin is happening every moment." Growing up in this environment since childhood, Matt has become accustomed to this kind of violence that happens every now and then.

Imil looked at the red-haired man with anger, holding Old Jeffer's collar and slamming him in the air.

Old Jeffer stretched out one hand in pain and slapped the red-haired wrist tightly. It might be because he was stuck in his throat and had difficulty breathing, or it might be because he was too angry.

One of his face was already flushed, and he resisted excitedly: "You, you scumbags, first sent someone to interrupt my hand, and then talk about what fair game? How could I play billiards with you now?"

Only then did Emire notice that the right hand of the billiard bar owner Jeffer was indeed broken with knees. How could he move the iron hand of Feiron with only one hand?

"What are you talking nonsense?" The pain point was hit by Old Jeff, and Hongmao suddenly became a little angry, but he soon laughed again: "Old guy, do you have any evidence that we sent someone to interrupt your hand? Praise the damn law. If you don't have evidence, you can't convict me even if you go to court..."

In this case, it was simply a slap in the face of Matt, who is a New York state lawyer and holds a doctorate in law from Columbia University.

Imil looked at Matt beside him with some concern. His hand holding the blind man's staff had turned white, and his ten knuckles were bulging. This was not a bamboo stick used by ordinary blind people to guide the way, but a sharp weapon that could be used to kill people.

Matt is the famous superhero Daredevil in Hell's Kitchen. His weapon is called BillyClub in English. It is the necessary exclusive weapon like Captain America's shield. It is precisely with the help of BillyClub that Daredevil can be able to travel freely in the urban building rooms.

Moreover, Daredevil is not the ruthless Virgin as Captain America. If he really goes wild, no one in this small billiard bar will survive.

Including Imil, because he was originally a resentful ghost, he could no longer be considered a living person.

The bar had already become a mess, and Emire, who was sitting in the corner with Matt, asked curiously: "Mr. Matt, how should we deal with it in this situation now?"

I was taught by Matt just now to make the power obey the control of the "mind". I didn't expect that I would encounter such a farce in the blink of an eye. Yes, whether it is Matt who is Daredevil or Imir who has mastered his super abilities, the scene in front of me is just a farce.

Thinking of this, Matt's face suddenly soothed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Imir, do you remember what I told you, strength is not important, what is important is the 'heart'. I hope that justice can be promoted today, and not let it disappear in people's 'heart'."

This is similar to a saying that Emier once heard in his previous life, punishing evil is promoting good. Killing one to warn a hundred people and executing one person can use it to warn more people. However, Imier still feels confused about how to grasp the degree of this.

"Haha, Jeffer, do you understand? I am innocent, I am innocent! For your own sake, you should take the $1 dollar and disappear in Hell's Kitchen, otherwise..." Hongmao's harsh words were only halfway through, but suddenly he was stunned. Because he found that he was holding Old Jeffer's arm and was pressed down with one hand.

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Chapter completed!