Although there was some disagreement about the outcome of the battle.

  At the same time, there was a hint of dissatisfaction with Luke's decision.

  But in the end, Corvinus chose to accept it wisely.

  On the bright side, at least his bottom line wasn't breached.

  Marcus was alive.

  Even if his bat wings were torn off, he had lost his strength and fallen back to an elder level.

  At least his life was preserved!

  'That's why it's important to have a father that could back you up. '

  Luke couldn't help thinking so when he watched Corvinus packing up Marcus and taking him away.

  Viktor, who had no backing, was burned to a crisp with Heat Vision.

  "I thought you would take care of Marcus, my Lord."

  Selene, who succeeded in getting rid of the curse of daylight, began to get used to this uncomfortable title.

  "We have to save face for others. Corvinus has a good attitude, so there's no need to be aggressive."

  Luke shook his head.

  Marcus wasn't a threat.

  His purpose was only to help Selene reach the top position.

  And then he would pack up the Corvinus vampires and bring them back to the North American continent.

  When the time came, he would drop them into big cities like New York and Detroit.

  Let them fight and consume the pure-blood descendants of Dracula and the 'familiars' who were rapidly expanding at the bottom.

  This was equivalent to knocking a spike into the dark world to facilitate subsequent meddling by S.H.I.E.L.D.

  The proposal for Magic Congress was temporarily under construction as expected.

  It would take quite a long time for it to be fully realized.

  Not knowing that, Corvinus found himself looking forward to the Magic Congress.

  Actually, the one with the bigger piece of the pie was Superman. How would he feel?

  "Go and collect your people and your influence. Take them all to the North American continent and open up new territories!"

  Luke ordered.

  "Getting rid of the curse of daylight should be an irresistible quid pro quo for you."

  Selene nodded and agreed.

  She couldn't wait for dawn to arrive and see the sunrise.

  This female vampire warrior had almost forgotten what warmth felt like.

  "In addition, tell the hotel manager to replace the window for me."

  Luke instructed.

  He didn't like rooms with drafts everywhere.

  "This may be a bit of a problem. It's very late, and fixing it may only be done tomorrow."

  Lucian interjected.

  He had long since regained his human form, and his punctured shoulder had fully healed.

  "It's better to call the hotel to change rooms, or perhaps you can sleep in the next room and rest for a while."

  The Lycan Leader made serious suggestions.

  However, his meaning wasn't as serious.

  Because Selene's room was next door.

  "Do all the people in the world have the same way of pleasing their boss?"

  Luke faintly froze and muttered.

  He couldn't help it. Lucian's conduct was a little familiar to him.

  Alessandro, who was the head of the Mafia back then, did the same.

  "Ha, how could Superman be seduced by beauty? "

  Like Captain America's incarnation, Luke's face remained unruffled and upright.

  "Don't bother. I'll go to the second bedroom."

  He liked to follow his heart, not his kidneys.

  After all, the former could unlock more positions.

  Always finding different ways to play the same game to maintain a sense of freshness.

  Selene, who didn't say anything, heard the answer.

  Her face was slightly relieved, but her eyes were somewhat saddened.

  Women were such complicated creatures. They hated it when men were overly interested in them, but they also hated it when men weren't interested at all.

  Selene glared at Lucian, who had bad intentions, and then developed the beautiful misconception that General Cavill was a decent man.

  The previous one who thought this way rolled the sheets with him only after a few days.

  "It's late. Let's rest. "

  Luke waved his hand.

  He would never leave fatigue and stress for the next day.

  Therefore, he should sleep for 4 to 5 minutes every day —— for Superman, that was enough.

  …


  …


  A few days later, Luke set foot in New York City.

  He was followed by a tired-looking Howard, who had two heavy dark circles under his eyes.

  He was speaking forcefully and breathlessly as if his body had been emptied.

  In fact, it was true.

  After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard seemed to have found new interests.

  Especially after Luke had taken in the Corvinus coven to get rid of his trauma, he had in-depth communication with those adult female vampires in Superman's name.

  This was nothing. Most of the vampire coven members had rotten lifestyles.

  Multi-person activities and promiscuous parties were a common occurrence.

  Only a deviant like Selene could keep herself clean.

  Howard was funny and good-looking, so attracting a few vampires wasn't a problem.

  However, this guy has a unique vision. He was hitting on Elder Amelia, whose bat wings were torn off by Luke.

  She was a vampire who had lived for hundreds of years, had a wealth of experience in combat, had studied all kinds of positions, and was able to use her techniques with ease.

  In just a few days, Howard's body weakened at a noticeable rate, as if he had been drained.

  "Although I paid a heavy price, when I left Paris, Amelia was reluctant and said I was the best man she had ever met!"

  Howard laughed heartily.

  Proud, no doubt.

  "I'll tell you the brutal truth."

  Luke, who stepped off the plane, spoke calmly, "When a female vampire reaches a certain peak of pleasure, she can't resist the desire for blood, and it's not uncommon for her mating partner to be treated as 'food'."

  "The more exciting and enjoyable it is, the more intense the feeling would be."

  "The lower level vampires can be controlled, while the higher level vampires are affected much more deeply."

  "Do you have Amelia's bite marks on you? Or did she have the urge to eat you?"

  Each one of Luke's sentences was more heartbreaking than the one before, and tons of critical hits were poured into Howard's fragile mind.

  His original smile instantly froze.

  No man would want to think that he didn't satisfy his partner.

  This was about personal dignity and ability.

  "If none of these things happened, then 'the best man' was probably just a simple compliment, so don't take it too seriously."

  Seeing Howard's sudden expression change, Luke achieved his goal. He comforted him with no sincerity, "Don't feel too bad. It's normal that your … strengths have become weaknesses because you both are of different races."

  "You make me want to strangle you!"

  Howard's happy mood turned into a depressed one.

  At the thought of Amelia's praise and awe was all for show.

  He couldn't help feeling sad and began to doubt himself.

  Was it possible that all the women who had romantic encounters with him before were all …


  Once the thought sprouted, they couldn't stop.

  Howard got into his butler's car with a complicated mood. He was silent for a moment and asked, "Jarvis, do you think I look like the kind of … rookie who can't satisfy others? I mean, is it possible that women would deliberately flatter me and compliment me because I'm rich …"

  "Sir, I can't judge the duration and endurance of your …, much less your bed life."

  Jarvis, who was sitting in front of him and driving, replied, "Although I'm English, I don't know much about other men."

  "However, given your physical condition, I think you need to rest for a while, and proper abstinence will help you regain your energy."

  Hearing the butler's polite reminder, Howard was paralyzed in the back seat as if he had received an answer, his eyes losing their luster.

  "I'm fed up with the rainy weather in Paris. At least New York has sunny days."

  After Luke had beaten Howard into a state of mourning, he also got into the limousine that came to pick him up.

  "You've come two days later than the scheduled return date."

  The driver was Carter, who was wearing a white blouse with a bright red skirt today.

  "I dealt with some other issues and was delayed."

  Luke smiled slightly.

  "Fortunately, it all ended well, with Alexander Corvinus connecting the dots and sending the European vampires and werewolves to North America to be used against the pure-blooded descendants of Dracula, saving New York from becoming a mess."

  "The trade channel with Atlantis was also finalized, and the establishment of the World Security Council is on the agenda."

  "The most unexpected harvest was S.P.E.A.R."

  "By providing the whereabouts of the Hand, Zheng Xian owes me a favor now."

  "When S.H.I.E.L.D. officially enters the world stage and handles international relations, S.P.E.A.R's help will be very useful."

  Luke closed his eyes and took stock of the plentiful harvest picked during the Peace Summit.

  "I heard you met a new woman in Paris, or rather, a vampire?"

  Carter, who was holding the steering wheel, seemed to say so carelessly.

  "That's all rumors. Speaking of this, it's Howard's fault. He just had to go to the Moulin Rouge …"

  Luke's face remained unchanged as he threw his own best friend, Howard, under the bus.

  Anyway, the other party always had a bad reputation, and a little more scandal didn't matter.

  "That's very much like him."

  After listening to Howard's misfortune in Paris, Carter's mouth smiled a little more.

  "By the way, the other day, a monk dressed as a sanctum priest approached S.H.I.E.L.D. and said that when you came back, you had to go to the New York Sanctum."

  "There seems to be something wrong … in Kamar Taj."