The cleaned-up Star Ring Tower was silent as Sean leaned back in his chair, eyes half-closed, fingers lightly tapping the armrest...
He was replaying the recent battle in his mind... his control over energy was becoming increasingly refined. From the initial crimson beams to now forming an invisible force field, he was steadily improving.
Perhaps one day, he would possess the terrifying power to shatter stars, just like that formidable character in the comics.
Elektra stood behind him, her hands gently kneading his shoulders with just the right amount of pressure, easing the tension in his nerves.
"We could be more thorough," Elektra suggested, bending down slightly, her soft body exuding a faint fragrance, "Eliminate Hell's Kitchen's street-level heroes completely. They'll only bring more trouble."
Listening to the black-haired woman's bloodthirsty words, Sean smiled faintly and leaned his head back...
He had no intention of eradicating the vigilantes entirely. Whether it was Daredevil or Punisher, they were all on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s watchlist. Wiping out so many key figures at once might trigger unforeseen consequences.
"Danny Rand's death is enough to wake them up," Sean murmured, his deep eyes glinting, "Besides, I was only interested in his Rand Enterprises."
He turned on the television. The screen displayed the breaking news of the young Iron Fist's death:
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