"520 gold coins can unlock a hero at any time." Su Fei looked at the 100 gold coins added in his account, feeling extremely satisfied.

This time the mission was caught off guard. Although the mission has been completed now, Su Fei's little thoughts have begun to liberate.

"Can you get a task as long as it is about superheroes?" Looking at the other side of the prayer room, Su Fei touched his chin and thought seriously and seriously.

"Then, what about the super villain? Will it count?" Su Fei felt that it was necessary to verify it.

"Okay, the person has left, and I should also appreciate the legendary underground black fist. What will it look like? I am really looking forward to it." With Matt Murdoch, Su Fei has more expectations for tonight's itinerary.

"After all, that kind of environment is one of the best birth soils for villains."

But as soon as he walked out of the prayer room, a middle-aged and elderly pastor who seemed old but dressed in a very solemn manner suddenly knelt in front of him when he saw him.

"Lord, Sedamon, your humble servant, sincerely meet your messenger."

"..." Su Fei was a little surprised, but looking at the respectful gaze, he understood.

This priest should have felt the power of the angel released when he opened his wings before.

But is this behavior of kneeling down after a disagreement? Will it be too feudal and too arbitrary?

"How did you make sure?" Su Fei did not reach out to help him, corrected his tone, imitated Thor, and spoke in a pretentious manner with a questioning voice in the tone of the gods.

"Your light, like the sun in the cold winter, makes me feel warm, light, and the rich and noble faith, as recorded;

Although you have become a mysterious oriental person, the Bible often teaches that the incarnation of angels is by your side;

Praise the Father, when evil comes, God did not abandon his believers and sanguines, are you here to save the world?” The elderly pastor seemed to hold on to Su Fei’s identity, and his muddy eyes were carrying some brilliant light.

Su Fei was silent, but didn't know what he thought of. After pondering slightly, he looked into the distance with a serious look on his face, raised the 45-degree angle and said.

"Dark is coming, the demon is about to wake up, my mission is heavy and great..."

"Don't spread the things tonight, my identity is not convenient to be exposed now, and..."

In fact, killing this old man can solve all problems, but this is not good. Secondly, Su Fei's identity as a superhero is mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people;

However, his identity as a Knight of Glory may not be a foregone conclusion in the eyes of some people. After all, he is a man who has been on the headlines of the New York vs. Superheroes.

Even if there is a vague and handsome face on it!

The most important thing is...

"Praise the Holy Light... The Pastor, the Heavenly Father will not give up his believers." It is undeniable that Su Fei was a little addicted, especially the locals who deceived him.

"I understand, Lord Angel." After Pastor Padmamon said, seeing Su Fei leaving, he said anxiously again.

"My Lord Angel, can I convey the news of your arrival to other believers while hiding your true identity?

The faithful faith in the Bible can help the messengers of the Heavenly Father to eliminate evil;

Furthermore, after being attacked by evil, the Father’s believers also need comfort, rather than gradually becoming obsessed with powerful mortals.”

"I can't tell that this old priest has the potential to be an angry young man." Su Fei was a little funny, but he was helpless and looked sincere, so he shook his head and said.

"Just as you wish."

The next moment, the elderly pastor looked at Su Fei's pair of white and holy wings appearing behind Su Fei in shock. As soon as the wings spread out, Su Fei's figure broke through the air.

"Praise God." After feeling the pure power again, Padamon suddenly felt his bent waist straightening up, and a blazing flame rose in his eyes, and something called youth was back.

...

In the middle of the Hudson River Church, somewhere in the woods, Su Fei took back his wings, came to the roadside with a calm look on his face, and called a taxi.

On the seat, whenever you think of the old pastor's respectful gaze, the stimulation in Su Fei's heart of pretending to be a pussy and running away, it becomes as mellow as wine, and the longer you get, the more comfortable you are all over.

Manhattan, West Midtown, 39th Street, 135 Yam Street.

Amid the eyes of the two black big men's bodyguards, Su Fei walked in with a calm look on his face.

Suddenly, a sound of deafening music came towards me, and countless young men and women were twisting their hot bodies in the dim spotlight.

The stimulation of alcohol, the cheers turned into hormone-swelling fertilizer in the rumbling music, and grew roaring and growing in depression.

This is the first time Su Fei has seen a nightclub bar, but unfortunately, his target is the underground black fist here.

After spending a considerable tip, a black bodyguard came over.

The two of them walked around the dance floor and walked into a secret door towards the basement at the corner of a staircase. As the door closed, the noisy music in the sky was gone, and the sound insulation effect was excellent.

When he arrived at the second floor of the underground, Su Fei stepped in and a primitive and enthusiastic shout came towards him.

"This is your gambling card. As long as you like the people, you can bet with the gambling card at any time." A long blonde girl in exposed clothes handed over a hand and said respectfully after handing over a hand.

Then Su Fei was led to the boxing competition area.

At this time, a white man and a black man were fisting to cover up what a primitive fight was. From time to time, blood splattered to the surrounding protective iron nets and the ground.

After watching it for about half an hour, Su Fei felt very bored. Perhaps because he had had a fight with aliens and his style improved, he really couldn't get up to the activity that made people's blood-inflating.

"It's better to see..." Su Fei felt that he would be harmed by Harmony, so he shook his head and prepared to leave.

There were too many surprises before. Now that I have not achieved the effect of verifying the villain, I have also seen the so-called underground boxing match, and there is no need to continue.

At this moment, as the new round of boxing match ended, the host suddenly shouted loudly to attract Su Fei's attention.

"Next, it's the finale of tonight. Iron Fist Phoebe vs. Baal, the mad beast. Will he be broken again, or will the king return? Let's wait and see!"

"Has the spine been broken?" Su Fei frowned.

At the same time, a dark-skinned white young man walked over from a distance.

As soon as Su Fei's eyes stopped, he noticed that there was a centipede-like device on the young man's right arm.

"The nerve connectors of the Cheryta people are not like?" Recalling the wreckage he had seen in the morning, Su Fei's face glanced at the white young man and became solemn.

"Interesting, has anyone been paying attention to attacking the Cherytas so soon? It's still so high-profile." The corner of his mouth curled slightly and snapped his fingers at the waiter not far away.

"I'll buy him to win." Su Fei pointed to the white young man and said.
Chapter completed!