Marvel: I'm Wizard King

Chapter 13: Lawyers and the Bar

"May I ask about the smell of those euphoria imprints?" Foggy asked curiously.

"You wouldn't want to smell it. That smell is even more pungent than industrial cosmetics," Matt said, frowning. "Some guys, their back ends sometimes can't hold it in."

"Stop!" Foggy indicated he understood; he already felt like throwing up.

While the two were talking, John wandered around the small law firm.

He picked up the file Foggy had been scratching his head over just now, and after a glance, he suddenly said, "You weren't there by coincidence, were you?"

Matt and Foggy stopped discussing. Foggy shouted, "Hey, don't touch that."

John put down the file, turned, and stared at Matt. "It seems you are a lawyer with a sense of justice."

Matt was silent for a moment, then explained, "Simon doesn't just take in women who want to survive; he also abducts women from the general population and forcibly brands them with the euphoria imprint."

"Those women are unable to resist, and even if they are humiliated, judges will classify them among those who have willingly fallen into depravity because of the euphoria imprint."

This is Hell's Kitchen; even judges need to follow some rules.

A client of the law firm was branded with the euphoria imprint, which meant that even if she was humiliated, she would only receive some compensation.

Matt's sense of justice made him prepare to destroy Hell's Angels Bar to liberate those poor people.

He was also scouting today and found John, this 'lamb' who walked into a trap.

"You mean Tracy?" Foggy heard Matt's words and disagreed. "The judge has already dismissed that case for us."

"So they've become even more arrogant," Matt's guide cane landed heavily in his hand. He gripped the cane tightly, his heart restless. "There's a new case, isn't there?"

Foggy put his hands in his pockets; he fell silent.

He had just been handling a new euphoria imprint case, using the same method. The forcibly branded euphoria imprint easily took away a girl's innocence.

"We are just lawyers, and there are some things we can't change," Foggy sighed. "We are not police, let alone Iron Man, Matt."

"Perhaps, even the police can't handle it?" John's voice sounded.

Only then did Foggy notice that John had already sat down in his seat.

Just as he was about to speak, John casually picked up a document and started reading it.

"This isn't a secret. Obviously, Simon provides those people with a reason they can't refuse."

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "After all, money is a good thing."

"Your coffee is finished." Matt stood up, preparing to see him out. "I'll see you out of here."

"No," John had no intention of getting up. "Are you lawyers?"

"Coincidentally, I have a bit of trouble on my hands. If you can handle it for me, I don't mind paying a considerable commission to solve your urgent needs."

John said meaningfully, "Quite a considerable sum."

Foggy really wanted to refuse, but if they continued to take on cases for the poor, they probably wouldn't even be able to afford flounder soon.

...

Jack was still at the door, but this time his face was full of conflict.

"Matt, this will make me lose my job."

Matt, the lawyer who had helped Jack's sister, looked back at John behind him. He sighed, "Cut me some slack, Jack. I helped your sister get back some child support, do you remember?"

"Of course I remember." Jack was hesitant. His Boss Simon was a ruthless character who could get rid of him at any time.

Sacrificing himself for a favor didn't seem worthwhile no matter how he looked at it.

Seeing that Jack wouldn't budge, Matt had no choice but to turn to John and say, "You see, we can't get in. Besides the euphoria imprint, you just need to be acquaintances or have a membership card."

"I think I can handle this, Mr. Lawyer."

John walked past Matt to Jack's side. The closeness between them was uncomfortable.

Jack subconsciously wanted to step back, but his steps stopped.

In John's hand was a wad of green bills, no less than 2000 US dollars.

"I think this way, you can close your eyes for half a minute. It's not a big deal, I just want to go in and take a look around."

He smiled, harmless and showing no danger.

His voice carried an irresistible offer, "You earn a few thousand dollars a month, don't you want to earn more?"

"No one will know."

He was a devil, whispering to make people fall.

The loyal security guard's heart wavered. In this place, his muscles were only useful for guarding the door.

In an area where almost everyone had a human de-qualifier, this was already considered the safest job.

Thinking of the television that had just broken at home.

He still couldn't resist, reached out, took the money, and stuffed it into his pocket.

A smile curved up at the corner of John's mouth. He said to Matt, "I think we can 'accidentally' go inside now."

Jack closed his eyes, pretending he couldn't see anything. Just as the other security guard was about to speak, John directly stuffed a wad of money into his mouth.

Matt had never thought of this method.

After all, as a not-so-wealthy lawyer, he really didn't have such flashy tactics.

And for John, if something could be solved with money, there was no need to use force.

...

Walking into the bar, the noisy music was accompanied by subtle decadent sounds.

Those greedy for euphoria were already impatient.

Unfortunately, the two people who came in, one was blind, and the other had no such thoughts at all.

They walked inside.

The deep corridor led to a deeper area. Pushing open the door.

The blasting music seemed to want to drill into the eardrums and destroy the brain.

Matt's eyebrows furrowed; he seemed uncomfortable from the noise. He reached out and touched his ear.

This place was not friendly to people with sensitive hearing.

John glanced at him and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright. I'm more curious about why you want to come in," Matt had questions about this lamb who almost became a euphoria imprint. "This place has nothing to do with you being questioned by the FBI."

"It does."

Even under the noisy music, their conversation was quiet.

"Because the bastard who blew up my car, his employer is here."

John's gaze swept across the Japan lights excessively rendered bar. In the lively dance floor, men and women vented their excessive desires, twisting their bodies as if electrified.

They didn't need any dance steps, just following their instincts was enough.

There was a second floor in the bar, and bodyguards were guarding the stairs.

These people were different from the security guards working outside; they were genuine gang members.

"Alright, bring out your money power, employer." Matt also noticed that group of people.

A blind person was more sensitive than a normal person.

He was eager to try out the money power.

John didn't refuse either. He took out a wad of cash from his seemingly inexhaustible pocket and placed it in Matt's hand.

Matt walked over, looking righteous.

He didn't know what was said, but John saw Matt being grabbed by the collar.

John shook his head helplessly and walked over. "I don't know what's going on, but could you please let go of my friend?"

The bodyguard stared at John and said word by word, "Get lost."

Matt's muscles tensed, ready to deal with these guys at any moment.

As a lawyer, occasionally exercising and having the ability to take down this group of people is quite normal, right?

The bodyguard's arrogant words didn't make John too angry; he just looked at the bodyguard.

His reddish-brown eyes deepened. A wand slipped from his sleeve, and he flicked it gently.

Confundus Charm.

"I think you should have received notification to let me up," John said confidently.

The bodyguard looked dazed for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then said to himself, "It seems so."

Matt was let go. He straightened his collar, but his heart was full of questions.

The sudden change in attitude was baffling.

John patted Matt's shoulder and chuckled softly, "When you're out and about, you need to talk about power and background."

Matt's inner doubts deepened, but he didn't show it.

This employer in front of him was becoming more and more mysterious.

From the moment he appeared until now, their acquaintance was limited to just names.

But John brought him to this kind of den of thieves, as if he knew he had the ability to protect him.

Walking up the stairs, this place was like Heaven compared to downstairs.

The revelry of Hell and the tranquility of Heaven.

This is the origin of Hell's Paradise.

Matt's ears twitched. He heard sounds of conversation in several rooms on the second floor.

"How long have you been like this?" John asked casually as he walked.

Matt shrugged. "When I was a child, due to an accident, radioactive material blinded my eyes. But when God closes a door for you, He opens a window."

"I see," John nodded. He had been wondering how a blind person could have the same danger level as Nick Fury.

The two stopped at the same time, their gaze fixed on where the bodyguard had appeared again.

"Alright, you go this time." Matt made a gesture to invite him forward.

John walked towards the man in the leather jacket at the door. He took out a piece of paper and looked at it.

"Hell's Paradise Bar, second floor, A206." John read out the address on it and asked, "Is Simon in?"

"Who are you?" The man in the leather jacket looked up, his eyes fierce and malicious.

John smiled slightly, "Tell him..."

His voice lowered. After the man leaned closer, he whispered:

"Night Demon is here."

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