Superman of the Marvel Universe

"Superman of the Marvel Universe"

Harassing a casino dealer?

Luke raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't surprised.

In his impression, Howard might indeed do this.

First, he said a few words of teasing, and then put on a confident expression like "I'm so funny, handsome and charming, don't you want to have sex with me?"

The reason why such a trick is so successful is mainly because his name is Howard Stark.

Wealth and status can give men deeper charm.

For example, when Howard held a bunch of luxury car keys and 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 of little use in hell."

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

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

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

For example, Beelzebub and Mephisto of Hell once fought over the soul of the mustached leader.

In later generations, when a certain celebrity passed away, there was 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 nonsense.

"Sir Mephisto, can you give me some face and forgive Howard for his unreasonable behavior?"

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

Originally, I was taking the other person out for a tour and preparing for Captain America's bachelor party.

Who would have thought that he would 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 the Supreme Mage who ran out of nowhere, then he would definitely be happy and support it with both hands.

"Then, on behalf of Howard, I would like to thank Lord Mephisto for his generosity."

Luke's eyes flashed and he kept smiling.

He said nice things, but had other plans in mind.

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

"As Superman, a positive figure, I can't just sit back and watch Mephisto harvest souls and destroy lives! I must take action to stop it!"

Luke thought silently.

As if feeling the blessing of this belief, his face suddenly became upright, and his eyes shone with awe-inspiring light.

The sudden change made the old devil sitting opposite his heart skip a beat.

Why do you feel the momentum is different?

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

The two tragic defeats in the Devil's career have proven that going against the Supreme Mage will most likely not end well.

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

Mephisto walked in front, his pace quickening.

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

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

The old devil was thinking as he led the way.

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

Coupled with the blessing of pure white light - this is the treatment that the Supreme Mage can only receive.

The authenticity of the identity is beyond doubt!

"Mephisto doesn't want to lead me into some trap, right?"

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

Typically, the better a devil is toward you.

Like a nanny, she is ready for everything.

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

"arrive."

After 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 to wave away the big and round devil security guard, and opened three thick and solid alloy doors.

"What's the point of doing this?"

Luke narrowed his eyes. A hell lord like Mephisto actually set up a complete human security system in his hotel.

The painting style is very inconsistent!

"As the Romans do, please come in, Mr. Master."

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

I saw "gold bricks" stacked neatly, lighting up the huge treasury.

"Mephisto harvested so many leeks in just a few days?"

Luke was a little surprised.

In his "all-seeing eye", those gold bricks are twisted souls, all marked with the mark of hell.

"Howard Stark...please wait a moment and let me look for it."

Mephisto walked slowly, holding the crystal ball in his palm, seeming to be searching for every piece of soul's personal information.

Not long after, his eyes fixed on a "gold brick".

"It's him."

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

The latter glanced twice, like a banknote bearing Franklin's face.

This gold brick also has Howard's face on it, but it's frightened and slightly distorted.

"Yes, look at these 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 are finally here!"

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

It must be uncomfortable to have your soul harvested by the old devil.

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

Luke soothed the other person's emotions and chuckled: "From vampire to hell lord, I hope you will continue to work hard."

Howard smiled and did not answer.

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

Mephisto lowered his posture as he walked out.

The implication is obvious, finish your work and leave quickly.

"Don't worry."

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

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

Mephisto's heart skipped a beat again.

He had no intention of chatting with Luke at all, he just made a perfunctory exchange of words, and then tried to draw the other person 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 that-"

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

"If you don't have any of the above, then you are operating without a license and evading taxes, which is illegal."

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

A series of question marks popped up on Mephisto's head.

You want me, a big devil from hell, to abide by the law?