As soon as Wang Dali's words fell, a black air flow with heavy resentment and ominous indignation condensed into a male human form, and countless wails surrounded him.

"How did you find me?"

The man looked at Wang Dali with great interest, and even stopped stretching out his hand to the fat Mike.

The fat man, who didn't know that he had escaped, looked back at the other party, suddenly shuddered, and subconsciously ran to Wang Dali, a 'government worker'.

"Intuition."

"Intuition? Interesting. ”

The man with finely groomed black hair, wearing a black aristocratic Fan coat, and a pale face smiled strangely, making the fat man and Luo Xan next to him feel an inexplicable coldness attack, and the pores of his whole body were trembling.

He stretched out his right hand to the king, palm upward, and said to him in a charity-like tone with a face of 'This is your honor'.

"I am the Witch Heart, the future Lord of Hell. Human, are you interested in working for me? ”

"Working for you? It's not impossible."

Wang took a step forward and looked each other up and down.

"I want a million dollars a month, five days off a week, and my place of work is in New York."

"Hmph, are you kidding me?"

Hearing Wang Dali's condition, the Witch Heart Demon half-turned his head and smiled, and then pounced on him!

"Roar, !!"

His fanged mouth was open to the point that it was impossible for a human being, and his face was originally pale and blue. He grabbed Wang Dali's collar with both hands and tried to push him against the wall, but found that with all his strength, he couldn't lift Wang Dali, whose feet were firmly rooted in the ground.

"Don't the current villains brush their teeth?"

The extremely corrosive hellish breath that erupted from the other party's mouth was nothing more than a thick stench to Wang Dali, and it couldn't even hurt his hair.

Although he is no longer hairless.

Just like the action of the witch demon just now, Wang vigorously stretched out his right hand and grabbed the opponent's collar and threw it to the ground. The wooden floor was smashed into a big hole by the body of the Witch Heart, and there was a 'bang' sound.

"This matter seems to involve the legendary hell, is it a loss for me to only ask Nick Fury for 100,000 dollars?"

Just as he was talking to himself, the witch demon who had fallen to the ground turned black again. He floated on Wang Dali's right hand, condensing only his upper body, and his face was full of heaviness.

"I just underestimated you, human. Don't get complacent, I'll be back! ”

With that, the vague air currents that formed his lower body floated, and he shook his body and was about to leave the side.

"You still want to leave after letting go of the cruel words?!"

Wang vigorously stepped out, instantly stepping a distance of several meters and grabbing the witch demon's throat. As a mage, the witch heart demon was vigorously approached by Wang Dali, who was a warrior, and the scene was simply miserable.

Wang Dali had a cold face, and punched the witch demon one after another, each time it would blow up the small half of the opponent's body, but the next second it would reunite. After going back and forth several times, he didn't see the witch heart demon show a painful look.

"Haha, if you rely on strength alone, you can't hurt me!"

After being broken up again, it was recondensed and formed, and the witch heart demon laughed at Wang Dali mockingly. It's just that he doesn't understand why the other party's left hand can grasp himself in the form of qi.

"Physical immunity?"

Wang Dali stopped what he was doing and shook his head helplessly.

"Then it can't be helped."

His eyes became resolute, and his inch-long hair stood on end. Streams of usually hidden energy emerged from the muscles, and there seemed to be a pale red qi and blood radiating around the whole person, automatically forming a dragon and tiger momentum.

"Muscle liberation, stability limit fifty percent, Hercules Fist Fourth Style!"

Clenching his right fist, Wang Dali's upper body muscles tightened, his waist exerted force, and his body twisted. Cheap clothes bought from street stalls were shattered in an instant, turning into strips of cloth and scattering.

"Poof!"

This time, the witch heart demon who was punched in the abdomen by Wang Dali was not as calm as before. His body curled up in pain, his face was bruised, and he opened his mouth to spit out a large cloud of thick black gas.

The black gas was sprayed into the ceiling by him, and soon a large hole was corroded into it, and he could even directly see the sunset in the sky outside.

After this black breath was exhaled, the Witch Heart Demon's body became more loose and transparent, and its volume shrank by a third compared to before, and it was obviously extremely damaged.

"How is that possible! A human fist alone can really hurt me! ”

The Witchheart's face was filled with anger, and at the same time, there was a hint of deep fear. His body that was grabbed by Wang Dali kept trying to turn into gas and escape, but was firmly grasped by Wang Dali's left hand, like a vicious dog that could never break free from the chains.

As for the question of the witch heart demon, Wang Dali answered like this.

"It's common sense, right? As long as the human force is strong enough, it can break molecules, atoms and even quarks, and even destroy objects at the extreme. ”

"What kind of common sense is this?!"

The witch-hearted demon roared and roared, saying all kinds of conditions, and even turned into all kinds of illusions to escape from Wang Dali's hands.

"Leave me alone, don't you want money? I can give it to you! Lakh! Million!! 10 million !! ”

Unfortunately, Wang Dali was unmoved.

"I want clean money to spend on, you give me money one moment, maybe the next moment I'll be approached by that bald head. This business is at a loss, don't do it! ”

He raised his right fist, this time directly into the head of the Witch Heart. As if popping a balloon with the tip of a needle, his body turned into countless black gases with a 'poof', wrapping Wang Dali's whole body up and down.

"I curse you, and if you kill me, you will be separated from your wife, and your family will be ruined, and you will live forever in agony!"

With the last wail of the witch heart demon, this black qi drilled into Wang Dali's body as if he had taken a stimulant, but it had no effect at all.

"Death is dead, where do you have so many words."

He impatiently grabbed all the black qi in his hands, rubbing them into a small black ball. This small black ball condensed by the cursed power of life gathered by the witch heart demon exudes a magnificent light, like a perfect black pearl, which is full of lethality to women.

It's a terrible black pearl in every sense of the word.

"Let's keep it, maybe we can sell it for a lot of money."

Wang Dali, who wanted to destroy it, saw this appearance and suddenly dismissed this idea. No sooner had he slipped the gadget, which he had named the Cursed Ball, into his pocket when an eager Johnny Blazer appeared in front of the trio.

"Mike! Roxanne! And who is this? ”

Looking at Wang Dali, who appeared in his house with Chiguo's upper body, Johnny asked a little confused.

"I've been commissioned by S.H.I.E.L.D. to come to you, Mr. Johnny."

Picking up a Johnny's coat from the side, Wang Dali draped it over his body.

"In order to avoid some misunderstandings, please come with me."