Jessica Jones walks down a street in Chinatown and goes up to a group of Asian American teens. "You're the guys who contacted me, right?," she akss.

"Holy shit," one of the boys exclaims, "I told you guys she would show up."

"Right, I'm here/ Amazing. Do you guys know anything about the Punisher or not?"

"Yeah, yeah," one of the boys speaks up, "He came to us yesterday asking about the Triads."

"Triads. Which ones?"

"The Hatchet Gang. Yangsi Gonshi."

"What did he ask?"

"He asked about the gang war. Said he'd give us cash if we got information on the Hatchets."

"And did you?"

"Yeah. Jake knows a kid whose dad is a bookie."

"Shut up, dude!," Jake shouts.

"C'mon, I didn't say too much!"

"So you got information?"

"Yeah, we got some info and told him about it."

"What was the info?"

"He gave us a hundred bucks, cash. We told him everything we knew."

"And?"

The kid gives her a look.

"There's no way in hell I'm gonna pay you."

"Then I guess we won't tell you about the Triads."

"I'm here to get information about Frank Castle. That's why you left a tip on the Bulletin website."

"And we're asking for a hundred bucks!"

"If I give you a hundred bucks, would you be able to tell me where Frank Castle was?"

"Um..."

"Thanks for the tip," Jessica turns and leaves.

The next morning, Sherry Yang puts a flyer up at Bayard Community Center. The flyer advertises a Casino Night. Her men set up tables behind her while a few more keep guard. Colleen enters the gym and approaches Sam Chung as he watches.

"Sam, what is this?"

"Sherry is hosting another one of her gambling events."

"She's posting flyers all over town. She doesn't normally do that."

"I am as perplexed as you are."

"Did you notice the event was at midnight... or that it's invite only," Colleen shows him a flyer, "If it's a private event, why advertise?"

"I think we both know the answer to that one."

"She's baiting the Italians. She's hoping they show up here for a fight."

"There's not much we can do about it, Colleen. At least she's hosting it at midnight so no innocent people will get hurt."

"I can do something."

Colleen approaches Sherry, "Mrs Yang, I noticed you've been busy."

"It's a private event, Ms. Wing. Invite only, I'm afraid."

"Cut the shit. You're hoping the Carbones show up so you can take them out."

"It's a Casino Night. We plan to have fun. If someone shows up to spoil that evening, we are within our rights to protect ourselves."

"Sherry, a long time ago, you mentioned how much you want to protect this community. Is this your idea of protecting a community?"

"Years ago, my husband and I lived in fear of The Hand. When they were destroyed, it was Davos whom we feared. My husband did not survive that encounter. I am now alone and I am ensuring no one comes after my husband's legacy ever again. So yes, I am protecting the community."

"The Italians are not nearly as dangerous as The Hand or Davos."

"Then this war should be over soon."

"I'll make a deal. I'll stay here tonight and watch guard. If they show up, I'll take care of the situation and no one has to die."

"And if they make it past you, my men will make sure they never walk again."

"They won't be getting past me."

Matt Murdock walks into the Golden Sands Restaurant, wearing a hat and sunglasses. The mat're d smiles at him politely and asks, "Table for one?"

"Actually, I'm interested in speaking to the owner of this place."

"Is there a problem? I can get a manager."

"It's not that. I'm a health inspector and I'd like to speak with someone by the name of Sherry Yang"

"We usually do this with a manager."

"I understand but it's best if I speak with her one-on-one. Is she here now?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"Is there a time or place I can meet with her?"

The mat're d makes eye contact with a man sitting in the corner who nods, "I'm sorry, Ms. Yang rarely comes to the restaurant. If you leave a number she can have a representative speak with you."

"Thanks anyway," Matt turns and leaves. The man in the corner gets up and immediately follows him out the door. They go down the street at a brisk pace until Matt turns into an alley. As the man pursues, Matt calmly collapses his cane and winds around another corner. When the man follows suit, he finds that Matt has disappeared. A knee drops down between his shoulder blades, spilling him into the next alley. The man rolls onto the balls of his feet and pulls a gun but Matt hurls his collapsed cane which bounces off the brick wall and takes the weapon from his hand. Matt then springs forward with a push kick, sending the man into the dumpster behind him, then he finishes him off with a punch to the face. Matt quickly retrieves his cane and leaves.

A few hours later, Karen is looking up information on her laptop while Matt hovers. "Y'know, this is what we mean when Foggy and I talk about team efforts," she tells him teasingly.

"Did you find where Sherry Yang might be?," he asks with a wry smile.

She bring sup an online ad on the Bayard website, "Casino Night at Bayard Community Center tonight. Chinatown. It says it's a private event but they still have a huge ad on the Bayard website."

"They want to make themselves known but don't want the public. They're anticipating something. Thanks, Karen," Matt turns and leaves, "I'm going to scope out the place."

Karen watches him leave until her phone goes off. The number is unlisted but she answers, "Hello?". Somewhere in the city, Frank Castle stands in a secluded area with a hoodie. He speaks on a burner phone, "Karen, it's me."

Karen checks to make sure Matt has fully left the building before turning in the opposite direction, "Frank?"

"Yeah. Is it okay to talk to you now? I need some information."

"Seems to be the theme of the day."

"I broke up a gun deal last night in Harlem. There are a lot of players involved. More than I realized."

"No shit. A war's about to break out."

"I know. I heard about the Hatchets this morning. I also hear Luke Cage runs things over in Harlem. I know some weird shit went down a while back at a place called Midland Circle. Apparently a bunch of people were involved including you and him."

"Not too many people know about that but yeah. We met briefly."

"What can you tell me?"

"He used to be one of the good guys. Now he's a crime boss for some reason."

"Know where I can talk to him?"

"Talk? That's not your usual MO."

"This one requires a different approach."

"I did a piece on a Jamaican gang in Harlem a while back. During my research, I heard about a place called Pop's Barber Shop. It's basically Switzerland when it comes to the mob bosses there. That would probably be the best place if all you wanna do is talk."

"Thanks, Karen."

"But you know he's bulletproof, right?"

"I always have a plan, Karen," he hangs up.

"I gotta meet new people," she says to herself.