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Chapter 738 Fair Competition

"Hello, this is Nielsen Murdoch Law Firm. I'm sorry it's not business hours now. If you have anything, you can come tomorrow morning..." A somewhat panicked female voice answered the phone, as if she had knocked the phone to answer the call.

A cup of hot tea, the files on the table were knocked off, and even the sound of sniffing could be heard clearly. The long silence of the late-night phone call made Karen Page, who answered the phone, a little uneasy. She stammered and asked softly, "You

good……"

"Are you blond?" the other end of the phone asked an incomprehensible question.

"Yes, yes, please..." I was startled by the voice on the other end of the phone.

"I guess you have blond hair." The voice suddenly became cheerful, "Tell Murdoch that I have a document for him."

"document?"

"Yes, it's the document we agreed on." Salomon reluctantly stuffed a thick stack of files into the mailbox of the shabby apartment where Nelson Murdoch's law firm was located. The old iron box was almost

Unable to bear his strength, it kept squeaking. "I also attached another dossier. I believe he will also be interested."

"Can I ask what it's about? And, who are you?"

"I'm Salomon Damonette. I'm sending the criminal records of mobster Wilson Fisk, which Matt asked me to help collect. This is just a directory, there are too many real files. Another one

It's the Irish Catholic Church in New York that molested little boys, and you know, that kind of thing never gets justice. I heard that Matt Murdock grew up in the Irish Catholic Church, so I think he's right

I'm also interested in this kind of thing." The mystic finally punched the apartment mailbox impatiently before stuffing two thick files into it. Karen Page was frightened by the loud noise coming from downstairs.

A jump - she tracked down the nursing home where Wilson Fisk's mother was, and investigated the truth about Fisk's childhood patricide. She didn't tell anyone else about it, and she was afraid that Wilson Fisk would send someone to find her.

she.

"What are you afraid of?"

"No..." Karen Page sniffed, "It's just a cockroach."

"This apartment is so humid, I should carry bug spray with me. You can't imagine what I found in my law firm mailbox."

"Are you downstairs now? Actually, I'm still in the law office. You can send things up." Karen Page asked. She opened the drawer and took out her small pistol. She knew she

It was risky to do so now, but the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very familiar with Matt Murdock, so she might as well trust him. "Stop torturing that old mailbox, we have outgrown it a long time ago."

"Damn it! Sorry I spoke French."

"Are you British?" Karen Page heard the footsteps in the corridor and quietly clenched the gun in her hand.

"So to speak. If your stereotype is correct, I would like to have a cup of hot tea." Salomon hung up the phone and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was a blond woman who looked a little panicked. Faced with this performance

Although he is a weak person, the Mystic Mage never hesitates to smile. "I'm sorry." He smiled, "It took me a while to open the old mailbox."

"It doesn't matter." Karen Page forced a smile and tried to hide the pistol behind her back. She was startled by Salomon's astonishing height at first, but then she put down the charm of the young man in front of her.

She suddenly felt that she was making a fuss, and began to feel sorry for her attitude. Perhaps it was because of the exquisite evening dress that made Salomon look shiny and out of place with the entire neighborhood, completely out of place in Hell's Kitchen.

The absence of sinful smell. "There is no tea, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Forget it, I feel guilty every time I drink coffee."

"Are you fighting for the injustice of the coffee picking workers in the third world?" She slowly backed up to the desk where she had dumped several hands, and carefully hid the pistol. She didn't want others to see her illegally holding a gun.

.

"No way!" Salomon's eyes widened, "I just think you don't have good coffee here. Matt has been too poor for a long time. I can guarantee that I gave him his most expensive suit.

of!"

It must be said that Salomon is very good at creating distance from others, especially through sarcasm and sarcasm.

Karen Page was unsurprisingly amused.

"How do you know Matthew?" She took the two files tightly wrapped in thick leather envelopes. Out of politeness, she didn't plan to open them for the time being. In fact, it can be understood that she was interested in Matthew.

Salomon was still wary and didn't want to lose the opportunity to fight back with a gun when necessary. She knew that she had to keep this vigilance recently, so she secretly apologized to Salomon in her heart. But even so,

She still slowly lowered her guard and was indifferent to Salomon's behavior of pulling up a chair and sitting down.

He looked like he wanted to tell a long story.

"I met him in an alleyway in Hell's Kitchen when I was a preteen. It was Christmas and a few gangsters surrounded me and wanted something from me to use on drugs." Karen

Peggy raised her eyebrows. She began to suspect that the story of the young man in front of her was similar to her own, and she got to know him because of Matt's help. "Then I beat up those idiots, and Matt happened to pass by.

I was asked to throw away the gun and the pistol on the gangster." Salomon shrugged, not caring about the consequences of the sudden turn of the story, "I did it, I don't need those things anyway."

"What about these two files?"

"The file on Wilson Fisk is something we have agreed on a long time ago. As for the other one... I must ensure fairness."

"What do you mean?" Karen Page was very puzzled. "What is fair?"

Salomon shrugged and did not answer. Wilson Fisk used his life to prove his worth and survived the pursuit of two shadow creatures summoned by Salomon. For this reason, Salomon must keep his promise and fight for

He bought some time. Of course he knew that his behavior like an ancient Roman noble watching a beast fight and his superb intimidation skills made Wilson Fisk resentful, but it was still the same, he didn't care what a criminal boss thought. Wilson Fisk

The reason why Fisk is alive today is entirely because of Vanessa and Athena's friendship, not because of his value.

"Fairness to the victim." He changed his rhetoric, "You don't know about the sexual abuse case in the Catholic Church, right? This matter has been quite a big deal recently. I think Matt will want to take over such a case and

Build the reputation of the law firm."

"I think... he's Catholic."

"Would he choose to ignore this kind of case in order not to shame his beliefs? I don't think he is such a person." The Mystic Master spread his hands. Karen Page shook her head. In her opinion, Matt

·Murdoch is not that kind of person. At present, it seems that this young man is really thinking about Matt and trying to help Nielsen Murdoch Law Firm increase business, "I have given his mobile phone number to the victim."

As long as he can send a few priests to jail, you can buy a new printer, I guarantee it."


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