American Comics: I'm Superman And My Wife Is Wanda!

Winston, who was humiliated to the extreme, not only didn't dare to fight back, he didn't even dare to twist his body, for fear that Liu Feng would kick him down again.

It wasn't until Liu Feng's voice was lost in the air that Winston dared to look up and look around. He was the only one left in the dilapidated hotel environment.

In a European medieval-style building, eight men and women in strange costumes gathered around a round table, their eyes were all red.

Several of them are vampires who have lived for thousands of years, and each of them has the black magic to control the wind and rain, but at the moment everyone has a look of embarrassment on their faces.

This is the only time they have been summoned by the Queen for a full meeting in the past few thousand years.

The golf table controls the killers and gangsters all over the world, relying on their subordinates to continue killing and making money, and established the Continental Hotel, the greatest killer union in the history of the United States.

Over the past century, some people have tried to offend this organization, but none of them have succeeded, but now the golf table has to worry about a single person.

"Superman? Isn't this a cartoon character used to coax children? When do we need to be afraid of such a small character?" a white-haired baron among the eight said.

"You're always so reckless, Dracula." A woman responded, eyes full of contempt.

"That guy named Superman slaughtered all the living people in the Continental Hotel by himself, and even broke Winston's arm. Do you think such a guy is only a little bit more powerful than ordinary people?"

"And listen carefully to Winston's report. This Superman's strength, defense, and speed are all related to the comics, but the shortcomings in the comics are the same." The younger one said.

"Thus, our knowledge of this Superman is negligible."

Dracula crossed his legs and said arrogantly: "Winston can't beat him because he's good. Let me kill him directly."

"Besides, the reward order was withdrawn just for a stronger guy. Wouldn't the honor built by our Continental Hotel over the years be wiped out?"

These are all old monsters, paranoid and rigid, and soon they are quarreling with each other, and each can have a bunch of good things to say.

"stop."

At the critical moment, a magnetic woman's voice came from the door, breaking the hustle and bustle.

Everyone followed the sound to look, and what they saw was a top-notch alluring woman with a protruding figure, wearing a deep V red dress and a pair of red high heels, walking with a twisted left and right.

Not to mention the face, high nose bridge, big eyes, flaming red lips, standard goblin appearance. She walked coldly in her high heels, and her crisp voice echoed in the room.

When the eight people saw this coquettish beauty, they immediately knelt down like a medieval European knight saluting to the queen, and said respectfully, "Welcome Lilith, my queen."

Lilith ignored them at first, until she came to her seat and sat down, then waved her hand to signal everyone to get down.

After everyone leveled off, Lilith took a look at Dracula first, and said, "It's not your turn to be the boss when I'm not around, do you understand?"

"Definitely understand, my queen, you will always have the final say here." The white-haired Dracula responded with a smile, not knowing what the smile meant.

Lilith looked at the crowd again and said, "I've heard all your suggestions just now, but no matter how much you say, it's just a suggestion."

"I'm Lilith, the person in charge of the golf table, and the queen of Blood Clan. I'm in charge of everything related to the Continental Hotel and the associated gang forces. I have the final say."

"Has the queen made a decision...?" Winston asked.

"When this Mr. Superman started to kill and kill, I had already seen it through magic and started to analyze it. I summoned you just for an opinion."

"So what is the Queen's decision?" Baron Dracula asked.

Dracula is actually the person who knows Lilith best. He knows that the Queen's personality is more aggressive than his. This Superman must be killed by Lilith's order, and he is already secretly delighted.

But Lilith backed down abnormally for the first time in her life: "I don't intend to take the risk of confronting him, so I agree to his request to solve the matter of his friend Liu Feng, and give another 50 million US dollars."

Dracula nodded pretending to understand, and asked casually, "Then he killed these people?"

"It doesn't matter if there are fewer human deaths, regardless of this."

"Doesn't the Queen think we can't kill that guy?" Dracula asked.

"It's possible to fight, but it's not necessary." Lilith's face suddenly darkened. "Because this is the most powerful guy we've seen in millennia."

"The Continental Hotel has finally come to this day. It can't be used to take risks with this oppressive monster. It's best to solve it with money and other things."

Lilith looked at the crowd: "Only killing can make us live forever. Everything other than immortality is trivial. Ensuring the killing between people is the most important thing."

In the end, Lilith had to vote, everyone looked at me and looked at you, and they agreed unanimously. As for the warlike Dracula, that's another story.

Lilith arranged for people to clean up the corpses and blood in the hotel, and then covered up the incident of Superman's disturbance through contacts. In this way, the Continental Hotel was restored to its original state.

The next day, a cool Maybach arrived at Liu Feng's house.

The car door opened, and a woman with short hair and a tattoo on the left side of her neck, who looked heroic, was holding two suitcases and glanced at the door.

"That guy named Liu Feng lives in such a place?" the woman muttered to herself.

Dracula in the car took a look, then turned his gaze back, and warned the woman in black: "You don't need to ask, it's your task to hand over the money to Liu Feng."

She definitely despises Liu Feng, she has nothing to do with being wanted, she will only let her good friend Superman solve it, and in her eyes as a judge, she is just a waste.

As a judge whose job is to handle cases that the Continental Hotel can't directly intervene in, she doesn't want to come and send money to this trash at all, but this is what the above said, and she can't help it.

"Remember, have a good attitude, try to meet his needs, and we will reimburse you." After speaking, Dracula let the driver drive and left here.

Without saying a word, the judge tidied up his collar, walked forward, and rang the doorbell when he arrived at the door of Liu Feng's house.

"The door is unlocked." Liu Feng's voice came from inside.

The judge squinted, turned the doorknob with his elbow, opened the door, and saw Liu Feng watching a movie on the sofa in the living room.

This was the first time the judge had seen the real Liu Feng, a macho man with a very heroic appearance, his eyes showed a bit of Asian temperament, which was more pleasing to the eye than the information.

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