Chapter 317

Harassing casino officials?

Luke raised his eyebrows, not surprisingly.

In his impression, Howard was indeed likely to do such behavior.

First, flirt a few words, and then put on a confident expression of "I'm so funny, handsome and charming, don't you want to roll the sheets together".

The reason why such a move can be unfavourable is more because his name is Howard stark.

Wealth and status can endow men with deeper charm.

For example, when Howard holds a string of luxury car keys, he talks about the 10 billion orders of stark industry.

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

"Stark industries, arms tycoons, these names are useless in hell."

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

Hell and heaven never lack all kinds of historical celebrities and high-level elites.

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

For example, Beelzebub and Mephisto in hell once fought for the soul of the moustache head of state.

After the death of so and so celebrity, a very popular saying - what does God want to do, so he took him away.

It's not nonsense to put it under Marvel's world view.

"Lord Mephisto, can you give me a face and forgive Howard's unreasonable behavior?"

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

It was to take each other out for fun and prepare for Captain America's bachelor 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 can send away the supreme mage who doesn't know where he came from, he must be happy and raise his hands in favor.

"Then I'll replace Howard and thank Lord Mephisto for his generosity."

Luke's eyes flickered and kept smiling.

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

In addition to Howard, so many soul chips in hell hotel are also very attractive.

"As a superman and a positive character, I can't sit back and watch Mephisto harvest his soul and destroy his life! I must stop it!"

Luke thought silently.

It seemed that he felt 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 jump in his heart.

How does it feel different?

Mephisto dared not say anything or ask anything.

Two painful failures in the devil's career have proved that if you do the right thing with the supreme mage, you probably won't come to any good end.

"Mr. mage, I'll take you to the vault. Your friends should stay there."

Mephisto walked ahead and quickened his pace.

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

"When did such a young supreme mage emerge from the earth?"

The old devil thought as he led the way.

The other party's familiar breath of the power of weishandi is absolutely impossible to cheat.

Plus the blessing of pure white light - this is the treatment that the supreme mage can get.

The authenticity of identity is beyond doubt!

"Mephisto doesn't want to take me into any trap, does he?"

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

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

Like a nanny, he is ready for everything.

Then you should be vigilant and be careful that the other party digs a deep hole and waits for you to step in.

"Here we are."

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, waved back the demon security guard with big arms and waist, and opened three thick and solid alloy gates.

"What's the use of this?"

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

The painting style is very inconsistent!

"Do as the Romans do, master. Please come in."

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

I saw pieces of "gold bricks" stacked neatly, illuminating the huge treasury.

"In just a few days, Mephisto harvested so many leeks?"

Luke was a little surprised.

In his "omnivision eye", those gold bricks are twisted souls, which are branded with hell.

"Howard stark... Please wait a minute and let me find it."

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

Before long, his eyes fixed on a "gold brick".

"That's him."

He picked up the gold brick and handed it respectfully to Luke.

The latter glanced, as if the bill would have Franklin's head printed.

Howard's face is also on this gold brick, but it is a little distorted with fear.

"Yes, look at these two moustaches."

Luke crushed the gold brick without Mephisto's hands, and an illusory shadow jumped out.

"Help me! Luke, you're here at last!"

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

It must be a bad taste for the soul to be harvested by the old devil.

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

Luke calmed each other's emotions and said with a smile: "from vampire to hell Lord, I hope you will make persistent efforts."

Howard smiled and didn't answer.

"Mr. mage, your friend's soul exchange, as for the flesh... Are all in the guest room upstairs."

Mephisto kept a low profile as he walked out.

The implication is obvious. When you're done, leave quickly.

"Don't worry."

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

"The space is big and strong enough..."

Mephisto jumped again in his heart.

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

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

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

"If none of the above, then you are operating without a license and evading taxes, which is illegal."

"I have the obligation to make you rectify, rectify and punish."

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

You made me a hell devil to obey the law?