Marvel: I'm Wizard King

Chapter 15: Clearance and Dinner

Don't look at Simon as if he's easy to deal with.

If it weren't for him wanting to see who the Night Demon was, dealing with the people in that corridor alone would have taken some effort.

John patted Matt's shoulder and kindly reminded him, "Do you have a way out, Daredevil?"

"Don't call me that name," Matt took a deep breath. His nose was sensitive, and his intelligence was equally exceptional.

He never thought that one day he would expose his identity.

"You won't expose my identity, right?"

Matt 'looked' at John. Fortunately, he had taken down everyone else before speaking.

John grinned, "Of course, Mr. Lawyer."

The more he said that, the more uneasy Matt felt.

He even considered whether to deal with John as well.

He immediately remembered the method John used to deal with Simon.

With the ability to directly pierce a pencil through a palm and nail it to the table, he couldn't be sure of success if he were to confront such strength.

If he failed, there would be endless trouble.

In the end, Matt chose to abandon this idea.

He turned and walked towards Simon's office, "Follow me."

John wanted to see how he would perform and followed him.

Returning to the office, Matt tapped his stick, and the sound echoed back to his ears.

An image appeared in his mind. He went to the window, smashed the glass with a stick, picked up the ashtray from the table, and threw it down.

The ashtray shattered on the ground, and the scattered glass fragments bounced out, transmitting a larger image to Matt.

"Jump down from here."

The cane in Matt's hand contained a hidden mechanism, ejecting a hook that attached to the window sill.

"Quick! They're coming!"

He heard the sound of the door opening and urged John.

John looked back at the people who had already appeared in the corridor, and the pencil in his hand flew out.

A bullet hole appeared in the head of the first person who entered the door.

His body fell down.

The people behind quickly stopped.

John ran and grabbed Matt's cane, sliding down quickly.

Matt was about to grab the rope when he heard a barrage of bullets behind him. Without hesitation, he rolled sideways behind the table to dodge. The bullets shattered the wall. The first person to rush in was the doorman.

He held a claw knife in his hand, and a fishy wind swept across Matt's cheek.

This person had at least ten lives on his hands.

Matt could distinguish this through the smell of the claw knife.

He reacted quickly, grabbed the pen holder on the table and threw it over, while simultaneously stepping on the wall to leverage himself across the corner.

His position changed, and Matt had lost the way out through the window. He could only force his way through the corridor.

Behind him was a killer, and in front of him were more than a dozen professional thugs.

In the brief exchange just now, Matt had already determined that the killer's strength was not weak.

He decisively chose the thugs.

The sound of the thugs' footsteps and shouts were the best weapons for counterattack.

He constructed a diagram of the corridor in his mind, kicked the thug in front in the abdomen, and backhanded the incoming expandable baton, snatching it and hitting the third person in the neck.

Although it wasn't his cane, with the expandable baton in hand, Matt's combat effectiveness significantly increased.

He swung the expandable baton into a blur, and in just ten seconds, he fought from the end to the entrance.

The killer, who had confirmed his boss's death, chased after him angrily. Matt backhanded the stick, but the killer dodged it.

The door opened.

The sound of bullets leaving the chamber entered Matt's ears.

Without hesitation, he lunged to dodge, and at the same time, after rolling on the ground, his heel heavily stepped on the ground.

The sound transmitted the structure of the entire second floor into his mind.

"Damn it, completely sealed."

He cursed inwardly. The second floor was not open to customers, so Simon had made it completely sealed. There was no other exit except for his window.

The killer's footsteps were getting closer.

Matt could only change places.

He rushed towards the stairs he came from, and a gunman shot at him.

Basically, no one could hit him.

His speed was fast and flexible. The moment he stepped on the stairs.

The image he had constructed began to vibrate.

It was music.

Crazy music, constantly crowding into his ears.

His face was in pain, and he missed a step, rolling down the stairs.

The killer saw him change from the flexible monkey he was just now to the sloth lying on the ground, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he walked step by step.

"Where did your flexibility go just now?" The claw knife in his hand spun, and the killer grabbed the claw knife and attacked Matt in two steps.

Matt barely managed to stabilize the image within two meters of himself. Every time the explosive music came up, his image trembled.

This made Matt dodge in a very disheveled manner.

He was kicked into the crowd by the killer. Those customers who were already high wouldn't call the police at all.

They would only scream and shout, continuing to twist their youthful bodies, letting them quickly rot inside.

They were laughing, just like the name of this place.

Hell's Paradise.

The happiness after degradation makes people lose themselves.

The killer didn't follow martial ethics, a normal person attacked Matt in various ways.

He was like a cat playing with a mouse, teasing its prey.

Matt fell in the middle of the dance floor, where the music was the loudest.

"Tell me, who sent you to kill him?"

The killer's eyes were red, "You have no idea how great he was. He gave me my current status."

"He saved me when I was about to starve to death."

"It's all you, you killed him!"

The killer had deep feelings for Simon. He was raised by Simon.

Although life was difficult, he would never forget who helped him survive that hell-like slum.

Just because of his own mistake, his boss died.

The killer plunged the claw knife into Matt's abdomen, he said ferociously, "I'm going to dig open your belly and pull out your organs!"

A stimulating murder scene.

Making this ecstatic party even more insane.

Some people stuck out their tongues, as if they were Vampires eager to drink blood.

Matt grabbed the killer with one hand, stopping him from continuing.

But the madness of the sound made him more and more painful.

He didn't expect that he would fall here. If only he had his cane or was in a different place.

He guaranteed that he could pull out the killer's intestines.

But all the advantages were not with him.

His ears and sense of smell lost their proper function in this restless place mixed with strong alcohol and ambiguous atmosphere.

With his other hand, the killer delivered a heavy punch to Matt's face, punching him repeatedly.

Even though Matt's physique was beyond that of ordinary people, he was almost unconscious at this moment.

Seeing that there were no obstacles, the killer gripped the claw knife, roaring ferociously as he stabbed towards Matt.

Blood splattered, screams and a frenzied rhythm, making this place of chaotic dancing like Hell.

...

Matt thought he was dead, but he didn't feel the pain he expected.

The splattered blood dripped into his mouth and face.

He reached out to touch it, the warm blood, the pungent smell of blood.

The killer opened his mouth wide, making a sound like air leaking.

His heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.

His hand was raised, and he struggled to turn his eyeballs.

The pencil inserted into his neck was taking his life.

He saw black hair, approaching silently, so much so that even a killer couldn't detect it.

With his last ounce of strength, the killer uttered a sentence.

"Night Demon (babayaga)."

At this moment, he finally understood what John meant when he said that sentence.

The Night Demon had arrived.

The pencil was pulled out, and blood spurted out like a spectacular fountain.

The killer was completely silent. His blood stimulated the madmen in the bar.

John glanced at the gunmen and thugs who were rushing over. He handed the cane in his hand to Matt and asked, "Can you still move?"

"Why are you back?" Matt felt the cane. He was surprised by John's return.

The pencil in John's hand, dripping with blood, spun to his fingertips and stopped. He smiled, "I wouldn't leave my lawyer behind."

He had run around and come in through the main entrance. The doorman there had also disappeared somewhere.

Matt didn't know what to say. This was originally John's doing.

He propped himself up with the cane, the noisy music always making him frown.

"How many people are here?" He asked John.

John counted, "More than twenty, I guess. This place doesn't look big, but there are quite a lot of people."

Matt's face was solemn, "Let's leave quickly, this place is very bad for me."

John said, "Wait."

Then he walked towards the DJ who was still spinning records there. He smiled and kicked the person away.

He directly pressed the stop button, and the sound disappeared.

Matt was stunned.

John said casually, "Wouldn't it be better to turn off the music?"

That's the theory, but I meant for you to run quickly!

Even if I can dodge bullets, with so many guns, I'll eventually get hit.

Not to mention there's hardly any cover here.

The music stopped, and the crazy people woke up from the happiness of Hell's Paradise.

They saw the corpses and then saw Matt, who was covered in blood.

Screams, this time they were screams of terror.

The crowd began to surge outwards, except for those who were completely high. People in this bar were trampling on each other, scrambling to get out.

In the rooms on the second floor.

Some people walked out.

They were not flustered by Simon's death, they just looked down at the scene below.

"Who are they?"

"A lawyer and a... high school student?"

An old woman was discussing with someone, her gaze falling on John.

John felt the gaze, and casually looked up.

Compared to Matt's mood at the moment, John seemed very relaxed.

He twisted his neck and asked, "If I take care of this place, can you take care of the trouble for me?"

"What?" Matt asked subconsciously, "What trouble?"

"The police, of course."

John smiled slightly, his pupils contracting.

"I don't want to go to the police station."

As soon as he finished speaking, John leaped up.

Jumping from the first floor to the second floor.

His jumping ability was definitely enough to win an Olympic gold medal.

Then, on the second floor, he flicked his left hand.

His wand slid into his palm, and he raised his eyebrows.

He waved his wand, and a unique ripple spread out.

The weapons in the hands of those gunmen all fell apart.

John began his performance. He clenched his right hand.

The three gunmen closest to him were squeezed together, their bones making a grating sound.

He started walking.

Anyone who stood in front of him would fall.

The faces of the guests on the second floor changed dramatically at this moment.

One person wanted to run, and John's wand shot out a red light, making the person's body stiffen and fall.

Only the old woman remained relatively calm. Everyone on the second floor fell down.

John looked at the old woman and asked casually, "You don't seem surprised."

The old woman said respectfully, "Of course, respected Wizard, I have no intention of being your enemy."

"That's not up to you."

A white light flashed from John's wand.

The old woman's eyes became confused, but a surge of energy poured out of her body, trying to resist.

John looked at her in surprise and added another Obliviate spell.

That power was suppressed.

John walked down from the second floor.

Everyone in Hell's Paradise had been dealt with by him.

Matt stood there, silently watching John, and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

John held out his hand, "Lend me your phone for a moment."

Matt handed over his phone, and John dialed a number.

"Hello, I need dinner service here."

"How many people?"

John looked around, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you know Hell's Paradise?"

"Send it to Hell's Paradise according to that standard, thank you."

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