Harassing casino dealers?

Luke raised an eyebrow, not surprised.

He was under the impression that Howard could indeed have done this.

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

The reason why such a trick can be invincible is more because his name is Howard Stark.

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

For example, when Howard holds a string of luxury car keys, he talks about Stark Industries' tens of billions of orders.

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

"Stark Industries, arms tycoons, these names are of little use in Hell."

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

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

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

For example, Beelzebub and Mephisto of Hell once fought for the soul of the Mustachioed Führer.

In later generations, a certain celebrity died, and it was very popular to say - what did God want to do, so he was taken away.

Under the worldview of the Marvel Universe, it is not nonsense.

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

Luke looked at the old devil who had reversed his attitude one hundred and eighty degrees, he was originally here for Howard.

Originally, I took each other out to pick up the wind, and by the way, I prepared for Captain America's bachelorette party.

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 a human soul could be used to send away this Supreme Mage who ran out of nowhere, then he would definitely be happy and raise his hands in approval.

"Then I will take the place of Howard, and thank Lord Mephisto for his generosity."

Luke's eyes twinkled, and he kept smiling.

He has good things to say, but he has 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 person, I can't sit back and watch Mephisto harvest souls and mutilate lives! I've got to stop it! ”

Luke thought silently.

As if feeling the blessing of this faith, he suddenly became upright, and his eyes burst out with awe-inspiring light.

The sudden change made the old devil sitting opposite "chuckle" in his heart.

How do you feel that the momentum is different?

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

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

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

Mephisto walked ahead, 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 pop up on Earth?"

The old devil thought as he led the way.

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

Plus the blessing of pure white light—this is the treatment that only a Supreme Mage can receive.

The authenticity of the identity is beyond doubt!

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

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

Normally, the better a devil has a good attitude towards you.

Like a nanny, she saddled her horse and prepared everything.

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

"Here we are."

Walking through the hallway outside the casino and down the elevator, Mephisto led Luke to the vault of the Hell Hotel.

He pulled out a bunch of keys in a decent manner, raised his hand and waved away the big-shouldered demon security guard, and opened three thick, sturdy alloy gates.

"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 of painting 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 his vision, almost blinding Luke's eyes.

I saw that the "gold bricks" were neatly stacked, 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", the gold bricks are twisted souls that are branded as hell.

"Howard Stark...... Please wait a minute, let me find it. ”

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

It didn't take long for his eyes to fix on a "golden brick".

"That's him."

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

The latter glanced twice, just as the banknote would have Franklin's head emblazoned.

The gold brick also has Howard's human face on it, but with fear on it and slightly distorted.

"That's right, 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.

"Help me! Luke, you're finally here! ”

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

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 vampires to helllords, I hope you keep up the good work." ”

Howard smirked and didn't answer.

"Mr. Mage, your friend soul exchange, as for the physical body...... All in the upstairs rooms. ”

Mephisto lowered his posture as he walked out.

The implication is obvious, when you are done, leave quickly.

"Don't worry."

Luke pinched Howard's soul into a chip, put it in his pocket, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Lord Mephisto, you vault...... That's good. ”

"It's a lot of space, and it's sturdy enough......"

Mephisto's heart "chuckled" again.

He didn't mean to talk to Luke at all, he dealt with a perfunctory sentence or two, and tried to pull the other party out.

"There are countless souls in the vault, and 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 out of the corner of his eye, and continued: "I'm curious about something, do you have a legal business license?" Are you paying your taxes on time? ”

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

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

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

You're making me a hellish devil who obeys the law?