Marvel’s Superman

Harassment of casino dealers?

Luke raised his eyebrows, not surprised.

In his impression, Howard is indeed likely to do this kind of behavior.

First, he teased a few words, and then put on a confident expression of "I'm so funny, handsome and charming, don't you want to roll the sheets together".

This kind of trick, the reason why it can be unfavorable, is more because his name is Howard Stark.

Wealth and status can give a man a deeper level of charm.

For example, when Howard was holding a bunch of luxury car keys, he talked about Stark Industries' tens of billions of orders.

At this time, his attractiveness to most women will increase exponentially.

"Stark Industries, arms tycoon, these names are useless in hell."

Luke shook his head and smiled, guessing that Howard should have hit a wall.

Hell and heaven have never lacked various historical celebrities and high-level elites.

The bosses of the two camps like to "collect" this kind of soul.

For example, Beelzebub and Mephisto in hell once fought for the soul of the mustache leader.

In later generations, when a certain celebrity died, a very popular saying-God wanted to do something, so he took him away.

In the world view of the Marvel universe, it is not a nonsense.

"Lord Mephisto, can you give me a face and forgive Howard's unreasonable actions?"

Luke looked at the old devil whose attitude had reversed 180 degrees. He was originally here for Howard.

Originally, I was going to take the other party out to gather and prepare for Captain America's bachelor party by the way.

Who would have thought that he happened to meet Mephisto, who left hell and came to the world to start a business.

"no problem."

The old devil readily agreed.

If the soul of a human can be used to send away this supreme mage who ran out of nowhere, then he will definitely be happy and approve it with both hands.

"Then I will replace Howard and thank Lord Mephisto for his generosity."

Luke's eyes flickered and he kept smiling.

He had good words on his lips, but had other plans in his heart.

In addition to Howard, so many soul chips in the Hell Hotel are also very attractive.

"As a superman, a positive character, I can't sit and watch Mephisto harvest souls and kill lives! I have to stop it!"

Luke thought silently.

As if feeling the blessing of this belief, he suddenly became upright, and a dignified light shone in his eyes.

The sudden change made the old devil sitting across from him jump in his heart.

Why does the mood feel different?

Mephisto didn't dare to say anything, didn't dare to ask anything.

The two tragic failures in the devil's career have proved that going against the Supreme Mage will most likely not end well.

"Mr. Mage, I'll take you to the vault, where your friends should stay."

Mephisto walked ahead, quickening his pace.

He just wanted to quickly send the other party thousands of miles away, so as not to disturb his business.

"When did such a young Supreme Mage appear on Earth?"

The old devil thought as he led the way.

The other party's familiar aura of Weishan Emperor's power is absolutely impossible to fake.

Coupled with the blessing of pure white light - this is the treatment that can only be obtained by the supreme mage.

The authenticity of the identity is beyond doubt!

"Isn't Mephisto trying to lead me into some trap?"

When the old devil guessed Luke's identity, the latter was also suspicious.

Usually, the better a devil is with you.

Saddle up like a nanny, ready for everything.

Then you should be vigilant and be careful that the other party digs a deep hole, waiting for you to step into it.

"arrive."

Passing through the corridor outside the casino and taking the elevator all the way down, Mephisto took Luke to the vault of the Hell Hotel.

He took out a bunch of keys, raised his hand and waved back the big-waisted demon security guard, and opened three thick and sturdy alloy doors.

"What's the use of you doing this?"

Luke narrowed his eyes, a hell lord like Mephisto actually set up a complete set of human security systems in his hotel.

The style is very inconsistent!

"Do as the locals do, Mr. Mage please."

Mephisto opened the last door of the vault, and a dazzling golden light filled the line of sight, almost blinding Luke's eyes.

I saw pieces of "gold bricks" stacked neatly, illuminating the huge vault.

"In just a few days, Mephisto has harvested so many leeks?"

Luke was a little surprised.

In his "all-seeing eye", those golden bricks are twisted souls, all branded with hell.

"Howard Stark... Please wait a moment and let me find it."

Mephisto paced slowly, holding the crystal ball in his palm, as if searching for the personal information of every soul.

Before long, his eyes were fixed on a "golden brick".

"It's him."

Picking up the gold brick, Mephisto respectfully handed it to Luke's hand.

The latter glanced, like a bill would have Franklin's face on it.

This gold brick also has Howard's face, but it is slightly distorted with fear.

"Yes, look at those two mustaches."

Luke didn't need Mephisto to do anything, he crushed the gold brick by himself, and an illusory shadow jumped out.

"Save me! Luke, you're finally here!"

Howard, who was in a ghostly state, cried out for help and wanted to hug Luke's thigh tightly.

Presumably the taste of the soul being harvested by the old devil is not pleasant.

"Calm down, Howard. You seem to get into some trouble every time you have fun."

Luke soothed the other party's emotions and chuckled: "From vampire to hell lord, I hope you will make persistent efforts."

Howard smirked and didn't answer.

"Mr. Mage, your friend's soul exchange, as for the body... are in the guest room upstairs."

Mephisto lowered his posture as he walked out.

The implication is obvious, when you're done, hurry up and leave.

"Don't worry."

Luke squeezed Howard's soul into a bargaining chip, put it in his pocket, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Lord Mephisto, your treasury... is really good."

"The space is large and strong enough..."

Mephisto's heart skipped a beat again.

He didn't mean to gossip with Luke at all, and he dealt with it perfunctorily for a sentence or two, and then wanted to pull the other party out.

"There are countless souls in the vault. It seems that Your Excellency Mephisto is not only proficient in gambling, but also making money. It's just—"

Luke paused, glanced at the anxious old devil out of the corner of his eye, and continued, "I'm curious about something, do you have a legal business license? Did you pay your taxes on time?"

"If there is none of the above, then you are operating without a license, tax evasion and tax evasion, which are illegal."

"I have an obligation to make you rectify, rectify, and punish."

A series of question marks appeared on Mephisto's head.

You make me a hell devil to obey the law?