Marvel's strongest warden

The dinner was held in Area A of the sanatorium. Mason sat on the main seat with a solemn face and placed his hands neatly on the table, like a student waiting for class.

This is a long dining table that can accommodate dozens of people dining at the same time. However, the scenery here is a bit disgraceful. It is surrounded by unpainted cement walls and oval tungsten light bulbs can be seen everywhere above the head.

Perhaps due to its age and disrepair, this bulb occasionally has poor contact and makes a slight electrical noise.

Mason's guests hadn't arrived yet, so he opened his pocket watch, took a look at it, and put it on the table to avoid being impolite if he kept taking out his pocket watch to check the time later.

It is now six forty in the afternoon, and there are still twenty minutes before the banquet starts.

He held the cup and gently put lemonade into his mouth. He really liked this drink, which could stimulate his taste buds and whet his appetite.

There are no caregivers around, and there is no need for one at this banquet.

So it was quiet here until he stood up and turned on the gramophone. Music flowed from the gramophone and filled the whole room.

The background sound was Scriabin's Impromptu, and he was sitting here, quietly waiting for the guests to arrive.

Ellie did not disappoint him. When she arrived at seven o'clock in five minutes, she finally came with the stick. At this time, our guest had his hands and feet tied, and was carried over on a chair.

After Mason saw the guests arriving, he said to Erica: "Sit down too, the dinner will start soon."

For some reason, Erica felt frightened when she saw Mason like this. It was her instinct as a killer, and the same was true for Gunsou. He felt that the young man in front of him seemed to be a suppressed volcano.

Magma will burst out at any time, destroying everything around it.

But he didn't care.

He is still so arrogant, but this is normal. If he is no longer arrogant, then he will no longer be a stick man.

He was tied to the chair, and Mason motioned to Erica to untie the stick. He picked up the bell and shook it casually.

The food started to be served outside the door. The dinner this time was actually simple enough, and it couldn't even be called a dinner. After all, in order to arrange a nice-looking pasta plate, only a little noodles, appetizers, side dishes, desserts, and soup were deliberately placed.

Nothing at all.

Mason grabbed the fork in his hand, rolled up the noodles and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing it, he said: "Mr. Gunsou, I think we have some misunderstandings.

Misunderstandings come from distrust and lack of understanding, so I think it’s best if we talk about some things openly. I am a good person, and you should know this fact.

I don't know what you come to New York for, Dragon Bone, right? It's right here, in Hell's Kitchen.

To be honest, I don’t care whether it’s your Zhenshun Society or someone else’s Hand Society. In my opinion, you have no intention of being your enemy, and we have no conflict of interest.”

Mason took his time. After he finished speaking, he put his fork next to the plate and picked up the lemonade again.

Stickman said calmly: "I want to take Erica back. She shouldn't be here. She has power that she doesn't even understand."

When he spoke, his irresistible tone made Mason very irritated.

So Mason said to him: "I know, do you want to say black sky or beast? I promise you, I will not sacrifice them and let them come out. I am a man of my word, stick man,

I hope you understand this.

You can't always come over to cause trouble because you think I'm doing bad things. We are all reasonable people. Even if you are the FBI, you still need a search warrant to come in, instead of being so blatantly suspicious of me and attacking my people.

.”

Gunsou sat there without swallowing a morsel of food. He said to Mason: "I don't know where you know so many secrets.

I still don't believe you.

I need Erica to go back with me, or ask her to disband the Hand. She is my disciple, and I know who she is and what she will become.

I definitely need to take her back."

No matter what Mason said, Stickman just didn't agree with him.

Mason laughed in anger. Even Erica's expression was not good-looking. Stickman's words just now clearly told them that he did not believe Erica's character.

"So, are you going to kill me?"

After Gunsou finished speaking calmly, he calmly took the fork in his hand.

Mason looked at Stickman's movements and said, "Don't worry, I told you that I am a good person! I will not use violence to solve problems. Look, there are three of us here."

He nodded to himself, then pointed to Stickman and Erica next to him and said: "We have three people, and we can just hold a simple democratic meeting. Erica is a Greek, so we just use a time-honored method.

.

The banishment of potsherds.”

As he spoke, he broke the plate in front of him into three pieces and threw them to Erica and Stick Man in turn.

"Then let's have a democratic vote and elect an exiled person!"

"Shameless!"

Stickman stood up angrily. Although he was injured by Jessica Jones first and then kidnapped by Erica, he believed that he still had the strength to fight. He still had secret skills that he had not used, although the cost of using them would be huge.

But he is fearless!

The outcome of the pottery banishment method proposed by Mason was already doomed from the moment he said it. This time, it was he and only him who would be banished.

Unfortunately, Mason was unmoved. He ignored Gunsou and engraved Gunsou's name on the knife. Erica also took the plate with Gunsou's name on it. Mason put the two together.

Said: "Two to one, stick man, you lose, you will be exiled."

Just as the fork in the stick man's hand was about to be released, the door was destroyed again. According to the agreement, Jessica Jones, who had just arrived, rushed in directly. She raised her kick, but after being dodged by the stick man, he punched her again!

Erica's double swords had already stuck to the stick man's body like maggots in his tarsal bones.

Mason turned around, smashed the wall and walked out. He no longer needed to deal with this situation. He had to go back and deal with other things now!

After all, Chimera's Wrath is an epic-level potion. He has never refined it before, so naturally he will have to study it carefully for a while.

As for where to let the stickman go after he is caught? Mason has already thought about it. There are still free beds in the dungeon of the Wailer, which is enough for him to live in.

He can't escape from here.

The reason why Mason didn't kill him was because he followed his heart. He knew that he was doing good things. He knew deep down in his heart that he was doing good things.

He is different from those who deceive their hearts.

Otherwise, what if you meet Ghost Rider and his Eyes of Judgment in the future? Those eyes are powerful and domineering enough, and they don't care whether the opponent is blind or has eyes.

It only cares about whether the other party has sin!

It's just that the Eye of Judgment once failed Frank. No matter how it judged Frank, Frank firmly believed that he was not guilty, so the Eye of Judgment had no effect on him!