"520 gold coins, you can unlock a hero at any time." Su Fei looked at the extra hundred gold coins in his account, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

This time the mission came unexpectedly, although the mission has now been completed, Su Fei's careful thinking is beginning to liberate.

"Is it possible to get a quest as long as it's about superheroes?" Looking at the other side of the prayer room, Su Fei touched his chin and thought seriously and seriously.

"So, what about the supervillain, will it also count?" Su Fei felt that he needed to verify it.

"Okay, the people are gone, it's time for me to appreciate the legendary underground black fist, what it will be like, I'm really looking forward to it." With Matt Murdoch's matter, Su Fei has more expectations for tonight's trip.

"After all, that kind of environment is one of the best places for villains to be born."

But as soon as he walked out of the prayer room, a middle-aged and elderly pastor who looked old but was dressed in an extremely dignified manner suddenly knelt down in front of him when he saw him.

"O merciful Lord, your humble servant Sedamon, see your messenger sincerely."

"......" Su Fei was slightly stunned, but looking at that reverent gaze, he understood.

This priest must have felt the power of the angel that he had unleashed when he had spread his wings before.

But this kind of behavior of kneeling down without saying a word will be too feudal and arbitrary.

"How are you sure?" Su Fei didn't stretch out his hand to help, straightened his tone, and pretended to be majestic and asked in a divine tone.

"Your light, like the sun on a cold winter day, makes me feel warmth, light, and a rich and noble faith, which is the same as written;

Although you have taken on the form of a mysterious Oriental, the Bible often teaches that angels are all around you.

Praise the Father, God did not abandon His followers when evil came, Messenger, are you here to save the world? The elderly priest seemed to be sure of Su Fei's identity, and his cloudy eyes had a certain bright light.

Su Fei was silent, but he didn't know what he thought, after he groaned slightly, he looked into the distance with a solemn face, raised a 45-degree angle, and said.

"Darkness is coming, demons are about to awaken, and my mission is heavy and great......"

"Tonight's matter, don't go around, my identity is inconvenient to reveal now, and ...... else"

In fact, killing this old man can solve all problems, but this is no good, secondly, Su Fei's superhero identity is mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people;

But his status as a glorious knight, in the eyes of some people, may not be a sure thing, after all, he is a man who has made headlines about New York vs. superheroes.

Even if it is a vague and handsome face above!

The most important thing is......

"Praise the Light...... Pastor, Heavenly Father will not give up on His believers. "It is undeniable that Su Fei is a bit addicted, especially the locals.

"Understood, Lord Angel." After Pastor Padamon finished speaking, seeing that Su Fei was leaving, he said eagerly.

"Lord Angel, can I convey the news of your arrival to the other believers without concealing your true identity?

The sincere faith of believers in the Bible can help the angel of the Father to bring down evil.

Moreover, after encountering the invasion of evil, the believers of the Heavenly Father also need to be comforted, rather than becoming obsessed with powerful mortals. ”

"I can't see that this old pastor still has the potential to be an angry youth." Su Fei was a little funny, but the other party looked sincere, so he shook his head and said.

"It's up to you."

The next moment, the elderly priest watched with a look of astonishment as a pair of white and holy wings appeared behind Su Fei's back, and as soon as the wings spread, Su Fei's figure broke through the air.

"Praise God." When Padamon felt that pure power again, he suddenly felt his bent waist straighten up, and a raging fire rose from his eyes, and there was something called youth, which returned.

……

Upstream of the Hudson River Church, somewhere in the woods, Su Fei withdrew his wings, came to the side of the road calmly, and called a taxi.

On the seat, as long as he thought of the old priest's reverent gaze, the excitement in Su Fei's heart that he would run away after pretending to be forced became as mellow as fine wine, and the longer he passed, the more comfortable he became.

135 Yam Street, West Midtown, West Midtown, 39th Street.

Under the gaze of the two black big man bodyguards, Su Fei walked in calmly.

Suddenly, a shocking sound of music rushed to the face, and countless young men and women were seen, writhing their bodies frantically under the dim spotlight.

Stimulated by alcohol and in the rumbling music, the laughter turns into the fertilizer of hormonal expansion, and grows in the depression.

This was the first time Su Fei had seen a night bar, but unfortunately, his target was the underground black fist here.

After spending a good tip, a black bodyguard walked over.

The two of them rounded the dance floor and entered a secret door leading to the basement at the corner of a staircase, and as the door closed, the loud music above was empty, and the sound insulation was excellent.

When he reached the second basement floor, as soon as Su Feifang stepped in, a primitive fanatical shout came to him.

"This is your gambling card, as long as you fancy the personnel, you can always use the gambling card to bet on the nearby waiter." At the front desk, a scantily clad blonde eldest sister handed over a hand card and said respectfully.

Then Su Fei was led to the boxing area.

At this time, in the ring, a big white man and a big black man were covering up what is called primitive fighting, and from time to time blood splashed on the surrounding protective iron fence and the ground.

After watching it for about half an hour, Su Fei felt very bored, maybe because he had fought with aliens and improved his style, he really couldn't lift his spirits for the blood-inflating activity in front of him.

"It's better to look at ......" The rest of the words, Su Fei felt that he would be harmonized, shook his head and prepared to leave.

There were too many surprises before, and now that the effect of verifying the villain has not been achieved, and the so-called underground boxing match has been seen, there is no need to continue to stay.

At this moment, as the new round of boxing matches came to an end, the host's sudden shout attracted Su Fei's attention.

"Next, it's the finale of tonight, Iron Fist Phoebe vs. Wild Beast Bal, whether he will be broken again or the king will return, let's wait and see!"

"Broken spine?" Su Fei's brows furrowed.

At the same time, a dark-skinned white young man approached from a distance.

Su Fei's gaze stopped, and he noticed that there was a centipede-like device on the young man's right arm.

"Cherita neural connectors, not like?" Thinking back to the wreckage he had seen in the morning, Su Fei's face swept over the white youth and became solemn.

"It's interesting, has anyone paid attention to the Chirita people so soon, and it's still so high-profile." The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he snapped his fingers at the waiter not far away.

"$100,000, I'll buy him and win." Su Fei pointed at the white young man and said.

"The odds are 3 to 1, this is your ticket, please keep it."