"Unlicensed business? Tax evasion?"

  Mephisto looked dumbfounded.

  Can human law still be administered in Hell?

  "Yes, Lord Mephisto. First of all, I don't have any prejudice against Hell, and I keep the same attitude towards devils and demons."

  Luke held his head high and spoke in a loud voice.

  "So, this is definitely not personal or revenge."

  Mephisto's face was full of disbelief. 'You're obviously targeting me!'

  "Master, aren't you stretching your hands too far?"

  The old devil said with a sharp tone and an eerie voice.

  "Don't treat the human world as Kamar Taj, calling the shots yourself. The rules formulated by the Temple of the Three don't need to be observed by human beings. Similarly, the laws of the world are invalid for masters and the devil."

  "Besides, what position do you have to intervene in human law? Didn't Kamar Taj claim to be independent of the world and never ask questions about the world?"

  Mephisto clasped his arms over his chest and kept sneering.

  He was suppressing the anger in his heart. If he weren't afraid of the pure white light, the power of Vishanti, he would have rushed up and ripped off the other party's head!

  Not every Sorcerer Supreme was as powerful as Agamotto and the Ancient One.

  The old devil thought so.

  Kamar Taj had produced two generations of powerful people in a row, and it was bound to fail once in a while.

  "I have repeatedly tolerated it because of my good manners, not because of fear."

  Mephisto tacitly said.

  He felt that his patience was approaching a critical point.

  The other party was a Sorcerer Supreme, but he came here and lectured the devil about the law. 'Was he that Idle?'

  Mephisto had been doing this all his life. Why should he explain things to a mortal?!

  Not to mention obeying the laws of the federal government, he didn't even care about the commandments issued by the Temple of the Three.

  If he had nothing to do, he would sneak here and wander the world.

  'Tax evasion?'

  Being charged with this? The old devil wanted to laugh.

  If they were able to do so, the IRS would have to come to hell and collect the missing taxes from him personally.

  "You mean I'm not qualified?"

  Luke's tone was the same as usual, not much anger.

  "Whether on earth, in Hell, or in Kamar Taj, there's a set of rules for proper operation."

  Mephisto said in a deep voice.

  "Random interference will only lead to worse consequences."

  "Even if my Hotel Inferno doesn't conform to human laws. You shouldn't be the one to deal with it."

  The old devil continued to use words to squeeze his opponent, trying to force him to stop.

  He had made it very clear that human laws couldn't control Hell.

  Even if he could manage it, it's not the Sorcerer Supreme's responsibility.

  "I'm sorry, in fact, besides being the Sorcerer Supreme, I'm a Lieutenant General of the Pentagon and the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

  Luke's mouth turned up as he placed all his cards on the table.

  He looked at Mephisto, who once again looked puzzled, and slowly said, "With my identity and scope of power, I can replace the tax bureau to deal with social vermin who operate illegally and evade tax."

  "So, let's continue to talk about the immediate suspension of your Hotel Inferno and the payment of the fines."

  The old devil's brain was a mess. His thoughts were like intricately intertwined threads that he couldn't sort out.

  "Who the hell are you?"

  After a long silence, Mephisto asked again.

  When he first came to the human world, he didn't have the habit of reading newspapers or watching TV. So, it was normal for him not to know who Superman was.

  "It doesn't matter who I am. The focus of the matter is what are you going to do, Lord Mephisto?"

  Luke put away his smile, and a touch of menace appeared in his eyes.

  "Are you going to resist the law or accept punishment violently?"

  The pure white light suddenly glowed brightly.

  Terrifying fluctuations shook the area.

  The solid and thick vault seemed to be crumbling and ready to collapse at any time.

  "I am the Lord of Hell, and human law can't restrain me!"

  Mephisto's face twitched with the most ruthless tone; he uttered the most persuasive answer, "But since Sorcerer Supreme is acting on its behalf. Fine! "

  Luke regretted it a bit. He wanted a chance to whack the old devil.

  After all, as the Sorcerer Supreme, if he didn't beat Mephisto, it felt incomplete.

  But the other party did well. If he were aggressive, he would easily look like a villain.

  "It's okay to make mistakes, as long as you correct them. Even when dealing with the devil, I will remain fair and impartial."

  Luke smiled and looked at the neatly stacked and incalculable number of gold bricks.

  Mephisto was a little flustered. 'The Sorcerer Supreme isn't trying to profit from me, is he?'

  'What does he need souls for?'

  Kamar Taj didn't belong to either of the two camps, Heaven or Hell.

  The Trinity of Vishanti had little demand for souls.

  If we compare the earth to a large market, Heaven and Hell occupy a position of absolute monopoly.

  About 80% of souls flow into these two camps, and only then would the various gods and dimensional demons get their share.

  "As for Hotel Inferno. First of all, you don't have a business license, which is illegal. According to the normal path, you need to close down immediately and re-submit an application to the municipal government, and by the way, cover a certain number of fines."

  Luke looked back at Mephisto, who was nervous.

  "This isn't an unsolvable problem. The local government in Las Vegas is very supportive of entrepreneurs like you."

  The old devil had a wry smile on his lips. Intuition told him that the main event was coming.

  Sure enough, Luke didn't stop there. After a short pause, he went on to say, "But tax evasion is a very serious matter for the federal government!"

  Benjamin Franklin once said, 'nothing is certain except death and taxes.'

  There was no need to go into the story of Al Capone, the gangster, who ultimately fell at the hands of a diligent accountant and was sent to prison for failing to pay his taxes in time.

  Since then, the Mob has passed down three classic quotes —— 'Heavy machine guns are better than submachine guns, you should pay taxes to the government on time, and you must wear condoms when you have sex.'

  Similarly, the three stupidest, most idiotic, and most deadly things in the world—— 'Drug trafficking in China, hostage-taking in Russia, and tax evasion in the United States.'

  With the above warning, it was easy to see how difficult dealing with the IRS was.

  "So, Lord Mephisto, you won't only have to pay the missing taxes, but you will also have to pay a large fine and a long prison term."

  Luke displayed an 'I can't help you either' look of distress while the old devil was already cursing his mother in his heart.

  "Oh, what prison on earth can hold me?"

  Mephisto tried to maintain the last shred of dignity as the Lord of Hell.

  "S.H.I.E.L.D. has entered into a partnership with Kamar Taj to create a special prison for fallen masters, evil creatures, and demons from Hell."

  Luke smiled as if to remind him.

  "Then, Master, do you have any ideas?"

  The old devil asked weakly.

  He already understood that this Sorcerer Supreme was even more annoying than Agamotto and more shameless than the Ancient One.

  In fact, he was trying to coerce him into paying a certain amount of money.

  To put it bluntly, the Hotel Inferno couldn't be opened without paying protection fees and sharing some benefits.

  'This is simply robbery! Bastard! The Ancient One really doesn't know how to judge people. She made such an asshole the Sorcerer Supreme!'

  Mephisto bitterly scolded away in his heart.

  After quietly venting his emotions in his heart, the old devil still had to wait for Luke to make an offer.

  'I hope he doesn't go too far. Otherwise, I don't even want to stay in this world!'

  "Lord Mephisto, have you ever considered bringing in the other great devils of Hell to create a complete joint-stock company?"

  Luke picked up a 'gold brick' and lightly said, "The market in Las Vegas is too small. We can expand this business to the whole world."

  "When the time comes, being listed in 3 years, becoming one of the top ten in the world in 5 years, and surpassing heaven in 10 years … it won't be a problem at all."

  Mephisto was dumbfounded once again.

  'Hell Group… A chain of hotels all over the world?'

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