Mulagore hotel in marvel

"It's so embarrassing—"

Even late into the night, Kausi lay in bed, still cringing at the awkward scene from earlier that day.

Holding onto something for support was fine, but why did it have to be that particular spot?

Yes! Every normal guy has his moments of weakness, but did he really have to take advantage of such a small opportunity? Wouldn't that ruin his image in the eyes of the ice-cold beauty?

"Maria Hill has a tall figure rivaling that of a supermodel, a cool and dignified demeanor, and a stunning figure concealed beneath those suits and shirts… But that still doesn't justify my reckless reaction!"

"Why did I even try to help her? So what if she had to bow? Let her bow! And now? She probably hates me…"

Kausi groaned, burying his head under the quilt like an ostrich, his rear end sticking out as he refused to come to terms with reality.

People often vent their frustrations on others when they're angry. Finding someone else to suffer always seemed like an effective distraction.

So, when he heard rustling noises outside, Kausi suddenly perked up.

Thanks to the grueling training in the basement, his physical abilities had drastically improved, pushing him to the limits of an ordinary human. His hearing was no exception.

In the past, he would have simply ignored the noise and gone back to sleep. The Trap Totems and Lightning Rush Totems scattered around the hotel were more than enough to keep petty thieves immobilized until morning. He'd wake up at his leisure and deal with them one by one.

But tonight, these unfortunate souls had chosen the worst time to break in. Kausi, already fuming from his earlier embarrassment, let out a sinister chuckle. Silently, he tiptoed to the window and peeked down.

Hell's Kitchen at night was a haven for troublemakers—drunks, junkies, gangsters, and members of various criminal organizations. From Kingpin's men to the Hand's assassins, even the secretive groups that always claimed to "cut off one head and grow two more" occasionally carried out illicit activities here.

Below, several shadowy figures were struggling to pick the lock on the hotel's entrance. Kausi, who had initially planned to drop a heated rock on their heads, paused, narrowing his eyes as he observed their actions.

"What a bunch of amateurs," he muttered.

After several failed attempts, one of them grew impatient. Pushing his companion aside, he raised a fire axe. With a heavy thunk, the entire lock was cleaved off.

That's when another figure emerged from the darkness.

Dressed in dark red tights and wearing an eye mask, the man approached the group.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked in a cold, firm voice.

"Mind your own damn business," one of the thieves at the back scoffed, stepping toward the lobby with his companions. He didn't even get the chance to react before something struck him. His head throbbed, and everything went black.

Kausi's eyes narrowed.

Deadpool? No, wait… that's Daredevil—Matt Murdock.

"This is getting interesting…"

With that thought, he quickly made his way downstairs, remaining hidden in the shadows as he observed the unfolding spectacle.

The four burglars were oblivious to their fallen comrade. Instead, they flicked on their flashlights and began looking around the dimly lit lobby.

"Hey, there's booze here!" The burliest of the bunch—a bald man—grinned as he approached the counter. He reached for a bottle of Morning Dew Wine, expertly unscrewing the cap. "Let's take a quick drink before we—"

His words trailed off. Something wasn't right.

Under the flickering light, he noticed his unconscious companion sprawled on the floor. And standing opposite him was a thin man dressed in red, silently watching.

"Who the hell are you?" The bald man showed no fear. Setting the bottle down, he reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Just an ordinary vigilante," the man in red replied coolly. "According to Article 459 of the Federal Criminal Code, burglary is punishable by a prison sentence of two to six years."

"Fuck off—"

The thug raised his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, a short baton struck his arm with a sharp crack. Pain shot through his nerves, and he dropped the pistol, clutching his arm in agony.

Despite the injury, the man was a fighter. With a roar, he lunged forward like a charging bull, determined to take his opponent down in a head-on brawl.

Unfortunately for him, he never made it.

A hidden mechanism activated. A surge of electricity exploded from a concealed Lightning Rush Totem, striking him square in the chest. His body convulsed violently before he collapsed like a felled tree.

The sudden shock visibly startled Daredevil. He instinctively listened for further threats, then swiftly disappeared into the darkness.

"Wait! Don't leave! I wanted to have a chat with you!" Kausi muttered, stepping out of his hiding spot.

A warning instinct flared. He had no time to think. Without hesitation, he activated Gust, propelling himself forward in a rapid burst of wind.

Just in time.

Something sliced through the air behind him, missing by inches. He turned to see Daredevil standing under the dim light, gripping his two batons tightly.

"Hey, what's the big idea? This is my hotel! Why are you attacking me?"

Daredevil hesitated, realization dawning upon him.

From his perspective, the four burglars were nothing more than ordinary criminals. But the moment the Lightning Totem erupted, he had sensed an unseen presence—a figure far more dangerous than the thieves combined.

"No wonder you can run a hotel in Hell's Kitchen," Daredevil finally said. With a flick of his wrist, his batons snapped back into a guide stick. "A sudden lightning trap, coupled with inhuman speed… You're no ordinary innkeeper."

"Thanks for dealing with those idiots," Kausi responded with a smirk. "Gust is second only to Flash in terms of mobility. Once my physique and magic improve, not even God will be able to catch me."

He walked to the counter, picked up the opened Morning Dew Wine, and raised an eyebrow. "Drink?"

Daredevil, initially preparing to leave, froze.

"You know my name?"

Kausi chuckled, pouring two glasses. "Of course. Matt Murdock, the man behind the mask."

Daredevil was silent for a moment before sighing. He took a seat across from Kausi.

"You're an interesting man," he admitted, lifting his glass.

He took a sip. Then, he froze.

A second later, he slammed his hand on the counter. "This… is amazing!"

"Of course," Kausi said confidently. "Mulgore might not be a bar, but it serves the best wine."

Daredevil exhaled deeply, savoring the taste before nodding in appreciation. "Thanks for the drink. I needed that."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a business card, and slid it under the glass.

"If you ever run into trouble, call this number."

With that, he stood, gave Kausi a respectful nod, and left without looking back.

Kausi watched him disappear into the night, swirling the remaining wine in his glass.

"Hell's Kitchen sure is full of surprises,"