Marvel's Superman

'Harassing the casino dealer?'

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

In his impression, Howard was indeed someone likely to do this kind of thing.

He would first tease with a few words, then put on a 'I'm funny, handsome, and charming. Do you want to roll in bed together?' look of confidence.

The reason why such tricks could go all the way was more because his name was Howard Stark.

And wealth and status could endow men with a deeper charm.

For example, when Howard was holding a bunch of keys to a luxury car and talked about the billions of orders from Stark Industries...

At that time, his attraction to most women would multiply.

'Stark Industries, arms tycoon -- these words don't mean much in Hell.'

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

Hell, and Heaven, there was no shortage of historical celebrities and high-level elites.

The bosses of the two camps liked to 'collect' these kinds of souls.

For example, Beelzebub and Mephisto in Hell once fought for the soul of the Fuhrer.

After the death of a certain celebrity, the popular saying was -- what does God want, so shall he taketh.

Under Marvel's world concept, it wasn't nonsense.

"Lord Mephisto, will you do me the honor of forgiving Howard's unreasonable behavior?"

Luke looked at the old devil, whose attitude turned 180 degrees. He came here for Howard.

They were supposed to take each other out for a tour and prepare for Captain America's bachelor party.

Who would have thought that they would happen to meet Mephisto, who left Hell and came to start a business on earth?

"No problem."

The old devil readily agreed.

If he could send away this Sorcerer Supreme, who came out of nowhere for the price of a human soul, then he would certainly be happy to send it off with both hands.

"Then, in place of Howard, I thank Lord Mephisto for his generosity."

Luke's eyes flashed as he kept his smile.

He spoke well, but he had other plans in mind.

Besides Howard, so many soul chips in Hotel Inferno were also very attractive.

'As Superman, a positive figure, I can't just sit back and watch Mephisto harvest souls and kill people! I must do something to stop it!'

Luke silently thought so.

Seemingly feeling the strength of this belief, he suddenly looked righteous, his eyes bursting with light.

The sudden change made the old devil sitting across the table jolt.

'Why do I feel a change in the atmosphere?'

Mephisto was afraid to say anything, afraid to ask anything.

The two bitter failures in the devil's career had proven that if he went against the Sorcerer Supreme, there was a high probability of a bad ending for him.

"Master, I'll take you to the vault. Your friend should be there."

Mephisto walked ahead and quickened his pace.

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

'When did such a young Sorcerer Supreme appear on earth?'

The old devil thought as he led the way.

The familiar aura of the other party's power from the Vishanti was absolutely impossible to fake.

The blessing of pure white light -- this was a treatment that only the Sorcerer Supreme could get.

The authenticity of the identity was unquestionable!

'Mephisto isn't trying to lead me into some kind of trap, is he?'

When the old devil was speculating about Luke's identity, the latter was also in doubt.

Usually, the better a devil's attitude towards you...

Like a nanny, he had to be ready for everything.

And he should be vigilant, watching out if the other party had dug a deep pit, waiting for him to step in.

"Here we are."

After crossing the corridor outside the casino and taking the elevator all the way down, Mephisto took Luke to Hotel Inferno's vault.

He took out a bunch of keys, raised his hand and waved back the demon security guard with a round waist, and opened three thick and solid alloy doors.

"What's the point of this?"

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

'This wasn't his style!'

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Master, please."

Mephisto opened the last door of the vault. A dazzling golden light filled his eyes, almost blinding Luke.

The gold bricks were stacked neatly, lighting up the large vault.

'In just a few days, Mephisto harvested so much profit?'

Luke was a little surprised.

In his 'All-Seeing Eyes', those golden bricks were twisted souls, all of which were marked by Hell.

"Howard Stark ... please wait a moment, let me look for 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'.

"That's him."

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

The latter caught a glimpse of it. Just as Franklin's head would be printed on the bill...

Howard's face was also on this brick, but it was slightly distorted with fear.

"Yes, look at this mustache."

Luke also didn't need Mephisto's help and crushed the gold brick himself. An illusory shadow jumped out.

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

Howard, in a ghostly state, shouted for help, eager to hug Luke's thigh.

Presumably, the treatment of a soul being harvested by the old devil wasn't good.

"Calm down, Howard. Every time you have fun, you seem to get into trouble."

Luke soothed the other's emotions and smiled lightly, "From vampire to the Lord of Hell. I hope you keep up the good work."

Howard smiled, not answering.

"Master, your friend's soul is returned, and his physical body ... is in the guest room upstairs."

Mephisto lowered his posture as he walked outside.

The implication was obvious. 'Get out of here!'

"No rush."

Luke pinched Howard's soul into a chip, put it in his pocket, narrowed his eyes and spoke with a smile, "Lord Mephisto, your vault ... is really good."

"Really spacious and sturdy ..."

Mephisto's heart jolted once again.

He had no intention of chatting with Luke at all and tried to pull the other side out again after a perfunctory sentence or two.

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

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

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

"I am obligated to have you rectified, corrected, and punished."

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

'You want me, a devil from Hell, to obey the law?'

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