"Oh… shit mate" It took some seconds for Tristain to take in the words that he had just heard. He looked around the coffee shop to see if someone was looking at them or not, then leaned in closer to Markus.
"Your brother is charged with murder?" He repeated in a hushed tone.
"Yeah well." Markus's face tightened. Then, he swallowed before continuing, "Yeah, just a day ago. He was arrested by the police for murder. My mom's a mess after knowing about it and I didn't know what to do."
"Who's the victim?" Tristain asked with a hint of curiosity.
"A woman. I don't really know. The police didn't let us meet him."
Each word Markus said made Tristain more curious about the murder. His intuition was telling him this was not that simple.
There was definitely something going on. Something sinister.
After all, it was New York. Things were never simple here. At least not in the Marvel universe.
"Why did you come to the Chikara dojo then?"
"I don't like that place but there's something peaceful about it." He said, releasing a deep sigh. "I thought I would calm myself down by practicing."
Tristain could understand that.
He himself had come to the Chikara dojo to practice because it was one of the most peaceful and serene places he knew. Aside from the regular sound of trains passing by.
"Have you appointed any lawyers yet?" Tristain asked. "It's better to get a lawyer as soon as possible."
Markus shook his head, "My mom talked to some of them, but no one wants to take the case."
"Why?" He asked skeptically.
"Some of the lawyers we can hire just straight out refused, making excuses. I don't know why but they seem scared. The others, well, we can't afford them."
It made sense that Markus' family was struggling with money. Judging by the clothes he wore and the phone he used, it was an easy guess that his family wasn't doing well in finances.
But the weird thing was that some lawyers had straight up refused to take the case.
'Is it because there's too much conclusive evidence against Markus's brother? No, a lawyer will still take up the case for money.' Tristain tapped the table as he pondered over the strange case.
Trying to get more information, he asked, "Is there anything else you know? Anything about your brother?"
Markus thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.
"My brother, Clive, is a good guy. He worked hard through high school and college and got a job at Ally constructions."
"Ally constructions?"
"It's a big construction company in Hell's kitchen."
Tristain quickly took out his phone and searched, it only taking a second for the Wikipedia article to open.
Reading through the article, Tristain found that Ally constructions was just a subsidiary. More elaborately, it was the subsidiary of a subsidiary.
The main parent company was actually Fisk industries.
'Kingpin.' Tristain thought as he read the name of Fisk industries. Publicly the chairman of Fisk industries was Wilson Fisk but only a select few knew of his real identity.
'Like I thought, it's definitely not a simple case.' He took another look at his phone, searching something up before looking up at Markus. If the case really involved Kingpin, then he knew someone who could solve it.
"I think I can help you."
"How?" Markus asked, surprised by his words.
"I know a really good lawyer."
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"We should have taken that case!" A distressed sigh oozing with frustration filled the room as Foggy Nelson looked at his partner and best friend who had just rejected a case that would have paid enough for a renovation for their office and if they could save some money, there was enough to even get a coffee machine.
"That man was clearly lying to us. And you knew it wasn't his first rodeo." Matt Murdock shook his head as he justified his action to his partner.
"That doesn't matter, Matt. We would have gotten a lot of money." Foggy clicked his tongue.
"I don't want to be a lawyer who just works for money. I want to take up cases that actually help people. "
"Matt, I know that. But we don't even have proper office equipment. Moreover, this place reeks." He countered, looking around the office.
They had gotten the place for cheap but there was a lot of stuff that the place lacked. It didn't even look like a proper lawyer's workplace.
Added with the sense of justice that his blind friend had, Foggy wasn't sure whether their firm would be able to make a name for themselves or not.
After all, lawyers aren't in the business of justice but in the business of law.
"Do you think we did the right thing? If we had gotten the job at Landman and Jack, maybe it would have been better?"
Foggy asked, unsure whether his actions were right or not. He had rejected a lucrative offer to start Nelson and Murdock with Matt.
Both wanted to help the people of Hell's kitchen. They had grown up here and the place was their home but looking at their bills and no good cases in hand, Foggy really doubted the decision.
"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure we will soon get a good enough–"
As Matt was speaking, there was a sudden knock on their door. Foggy looked at the door with surprised but excited eyes as this meant there was a new client.
He walked towards the door and opened it, revealing two young faces. One of them took a step forward and asked.
"Is this Nelson and Murdock?"