Superman

Harassing casino croupiers?

Luke raised his eyebrows, not surprised.

In his impression, Howard is indeed possible to make this behavior.

He first flirted with his lips, and then put on a confident expression of "I am so funny, handsome and charming, don't you want to roll the bed together".

The reason why such a trick is so profitable is more because his name is Howard Stark.

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

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

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

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

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

Hell and heaven have never lacked all kinds of historical celebrities and high-level elites.

Big guys from both camps like "collecting" this kind of soul.

For example, Bezeb and Mephisto from hell once fought for the soul of the mustache head.

After the death of a certain celebrity in later generations, the popular phrase-what God wanted to do, so he took him away.

Under the world view of the Marvel Universe, it is not nonsense.

"Your Excellency Mephisto, can you give me a face and forgive Howard for his unreasonable actions?"

Luke looked at the old devil whose attitude had reversed one hundred and eighty degrees. He had come for Howard.

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

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

"no problem."

The old devil readily agreed.

If a human soul could be used to send away this supreme mage who didn't know where he ran from, then he would definitely be happy and raise his hands in favor.

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

Luke's eyes flashed and he kept smiling.

He said good things, but he had other plans in his heart.

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

"As a superman, a positive person, I can't just sit and watch Mephisto harvest the soul and kill lives! I have to stop it!"

Luke thought silently.

As if feeling the blessing of this belief, he suddenly became righteous, his eyes bursting with awe-inspiring light.

The sudden change caused the old devil sitting opposite to "cock" in his heart.

How do you feel the momentum is different?

Mephisto dare not say anything, dare not ask anything.

The two tragic failures in the devil's career have proved that if you are right with the Supreme Master, there is a high probability that you will not end well.

"Mr. Master, I will take you to the vault. Your friend should stay there."

Mephisto walked ahead, his pace quickened.

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 the earth?"

The old devil thought while leading the way.

The opponent's familiar breath of Weishandi's power is absolutely impossible to fake.

Coupled with the blessing of pure white light-this is the treatment that the Supreme Master can get.

The authenticity of the identity is beyond doubt!

"Will Mephisto want to lead me into some trap?"

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

Normally, the better a devil's attitude towards you is.

Be prepared for everything, like a babysitter.

Then you should be vigilant, be careful that the other party digs a pit, waiting for you to step in.

"Arrived."

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 in a decent manner, raised his hand and waved back the demon security guard with a big waist, and opened three thick and solid alloy doors.

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

Luke squinted, and a hell lord like Mephisto actually set up a complete human security system in his hotel.

The style of painting is very against harmony!

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

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

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

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

Luke was a little surprised.

In his "all-seeing eye", those golden bricks are twisted souls, all marked by 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 gaze was fixed on a "brick".

"That's him."

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

The latter glanced twice, as if the banknote would have Franklin's head printed on it.

There is also Howard's face on this gold brick, but with fear and distortion.

"Yes, look at these two mustaches."

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

"Save me! Luke, you are finally here!"

In a ghostly state, Howard called for help, wishing to hold Luke's thigh tightly.

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

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

Luke calmed the opponent's emotions and chuckled softly: "From vampire to hell lord, I hope you will continue to work hard."

Howard chuckled and did not answer.

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

Mephisto lowered his posture as he walked out.

The implication is obvious, after finishing the business, leave quickly.

"Don't worry."

Luke squeezed Howard's soul into a bargaining chip, put it in his pocket, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Your Excellency Mephisto, your vault... really good."

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

In Mephisto's heart, he "cocked" again.

He didn't mean to chatter with Luke at all, he dealt with a few words perfunctorily, and then he wanted to pull him out.

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

Luke paused, glanced at the anxious old devil from the corner of his eye, and continued: "I have something very curious. Do you have a legal business license? Do you pay taxes on time?"

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

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

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

You let me a hell big devil obey the law?