Duke was in such a hurry to clean up the company as soon as possible.
The reason was that he had a premonition that he did not have much time left.
He needed to focus on dealing with the enemy.
Duke's enemy was Mephistos.
And it was always Mephistos.
George Randt was just stupid. He was bewitched.
Duke didn't take him to heart.
Although his superhuman body was only Bronze rank, the only things that could hurt him on Earth were those supernatural powers.
If he couldn't defeat an ordinary enemy, wouldn't he run?
However, Duke wasn't worried even when facing Mephistos.
On Earth, he wasn't afraid of Mephistos because Earth had the protection of the big shots.
The plane also limited the power of the Lord of Hell, so he was not afraid.
Mephistos was the one who should be worried. Otherwise, why would he always be so sneaky?
Of course, Duke had to prepare more backup plans.
He had already begun to lay out the plan.
After a busy day, Duke looked out the window at the dim lights. He held his chin and pondered quietly.
He was carefully recalling the Ghost Rider's plot. The more he thought about it, the more Duke felt that Mephistos couldn't have come to Earth just for a few souls.
The Infernal Realm was a large plane that was connected to countless planets.
There were countless living beings on these planets, so how many souls were there?
The amount of souls provided to the Infernal Realm every day could be said to be an ocean.
But…
The mighty Lord of Hell actually came to Earth with his clone for a few souls.
Who would believe it?
Was there anything more ridiculous than this?
Anyway, Duke definitely didn't believe it, not even a little bit!
So what was Mephistos 'true purpose?
What was the key point here?
Duke pondered carefully and suddenly had a flash of inspiration!
Yes,
That contract!
Duke was sure that the contract was not simple.
It wasn't that the soul wasn't simple, but that this strange place called Saint Fankasa wasn't simple.
There must be a huge secret in San Fanganza Village!
This secret was so big that the Lord of Hell…
A Heavenly Father-level powerhouse.
At the risk of being killed by the big shots on Earth,
He sneaked to Earth.
Fortunately, Duke knew who had the contract!
This was Duke's backup plan.
Moreover, it was a backup plan for the attack!
That would be easy!
The game has just begun, Mephistos.
Just as Duke was thinking about how to break out of this situation, Mephistos was also thinking about how to deal with him.
However, he had to admit,
He was very angry now.
Very, very angry.
Mephistos appeared in George Randt's police station.
The Lord of Hell appeared in the prison without being discovered by mortals.
This was just a small matter.
Moreover, this old man was also very good at this kind of sneaky action.
George Randt was especially dispirited now. He realized that the sky had collapsed!
He felt that this world was full of malice towards him!
Wasn't he just trying to take over a yellow, frisky monkey's company?
How did things develop to this point?
Why would I be sued?
Was it someone else's fault?
Or was this world wrong?
Anyway, he was not wrong.
He was now thinking hard about how to turn the tables, and then reappear in the martial arts world, and finally slap Duke to the ground!
In Texas, there was no place for the yellow race to be arrogant!
As a redneck, he had the confidence!
My big America almost wiped out one of them. Clan!
Was it powerful or not?
However, he could not find a way!
It was as if the entire world had abandoned him!
He panicked!
So,
When Mephistos appeared, George finally found his backbone.
This kind old man would definitely save him.
This gentlemanly and amiable old man was reliable.
This old man was knowledgeable and must be a noble. If he wanted to save him, it was just a matter of raising his hand.
George began to report the loss of the bank shares to Mephistos with tears in his eyes.
However,
Mephistos, on the other hand, slowly abandoned his kind appearance.
It was true that he was a noble, and a great one at that.
He was even a Great Lord, a noble of the highest rank.
Unfortunately, his territory was not on Earth, but in Hell.
Mephistos listened to George Randt's narration and gripped the goat horn crutch tightly, the veins on his hands bulging.
He was so angry that his body shook.
How many years had it been since he was this angry?
As the Lord of Hell, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be angry.
Ever since he became a lord, he had been able to control the universe and transcend time.
However, he did not expect that he would be so angry on this small Earth!
After George Randt finished his narration, Mephistos pointed at him with his horn crutch and said," In other words, you went to collect the loan, but the loan didn't yield anything, and the bank was confiscated!”
George Randt nodded carefully and looked at Mephistos pitifully.
He felt a little strange. Why was this old man's focus here?
Shouldn't he be giving me ideas on how to deal with Duke?
Was he sick?
It was possible.
Otherwise, why was this old man trembling?
Moreover, he was seriously ill.
George Randt carefully probed," Old Master, are you sick?”
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