Chapter 369 - 366 You're Operating Without A License And Evading Taxes.
'Harassing the casino dealer?'
Luke picked his eyebrows, but he wasn't surprised.
In his impression, Howard was indeed soone likely to do this kind of thing.
He would first tease with a few words, then put on a 'I'm funny, handso, 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 na was Howard Stark.
And wealth and status could endow n 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 ti, his attraction to most won would multiply.
'Stark Industries, arms tycoon -- these words don't an 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 phisto 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 phisto, will you do the honor of forgiving Howard's unreasonable behavior?"
Luke looked at the old devil, whose attitude turned 180 degrees. He ca here for Howard.
They were supposed to take each other out for a tour and prepare for Captain Arica's bachelor party.
Who would have thought that they would happen to et phisto, who left Hell and ca to start a business on earth?
"No problem."
The old devil readily agreed.
If he could send away this Sorcerer Supre, who ca 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 phisto 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 phisto harvest souls and kill people! I must do sothing 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?'
phisto 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 Supre, there was a high probability of a bad ending for him.
"Master, I'll take you to the vault. Your friend should be there."
phisto 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 Supre 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 treatnt that only the Sorcerer Supre could get.
The authenticity of the identity was unquestionable!
'phisto isn't trying to lead into so 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, phisto 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. phisto, the lord of hell, actually set up a whole set of human security systems in his hotel.
'This wasn't his style!'
"When in Ro, do as the Romans do. Master, please."
phisto 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, phisto 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 mont, let look for it."
phisto 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, phisto 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 phisto's help and crushed the gold brick himself. An illusory shadow jumped out.
"Save ! Luke, you're finally here!"
Howard, in a ghostly state, shouted for help, eager to hug Luke's thigh.
Presumably, the treatnt of a soul being harvested by the old devil wasn't good.
"Calm down, Howard. Every ti 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."
phisto 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 phisto, your vault … is really good."
"Really spacious and sturdy …"
phisto'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 phisto, 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 ti?"
"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 phisto's head.
'You want , a devil from Hell, to obey the law?'
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