The Exorcism Inspector in Marvel World

The investigation captain secretly cursed himself for talking too much and had no choice but to turn around and leave.

The atmosphere at the round table meeting was a bit awkward. Everyone was picking their noses, drinking coffee, and looking at the sky. After about a minute, Father Feige said with a gloomy face, "I know you all don't agree with me, it doesn't matter! The worst thing is to get through it." After this crisis, I will abdicate and let you fools do whatever you want! No matter what I say, I am still the city lord who leads Saint Hagrid City into prosperity and resists the invasion of the stinky women in Saint Hagrid City three times! You guys! If you think you are stronger than me, stand up now!"

The remaining five slave owners looked embarrassed, but it was true that no one stood up, and no one dared to bear this hot pot.

"A bunch of pigs who have no sense of responsibility and only dare to stab people in the back!" Master Feijier was humiliated by his vassals in front of his face, so he simply let himself go. Anyway, the situation could not be worse than it is now.

The investigation captain's arrogant attitude made him understand that his political life was over, and what he had to do now was to earn back his honor. Otherwise, if he would become a coward in the future, would he still have the dignity to live in the city after retirement?

So what Father Feijir has to do now is to provoke, raise his image mentally, and make it clear that he will give up his position as city lord. If he attacks me again, it will be a personal grudge!

Sure enough, the atmosphere of the roundtable meeting suddenly changed.

The Zola slave owner, who had been singing the opposite tune secretly and openly, said respectfully, "Everyone is just his own master. Don't be too surprised, Lord City Lord. Didn't you also rise to power in the same way back then? Let's talk it out. Okay, what should we do now?"

Father Feige pondered for a while and said, "I'm still worried. You haven't had direct contact with your opponents, so you can't feel their power at all. Especially Deadpool, who is simply a god. If he wants to, he will kill me on the spot. It's almost like trampling an ant to death. Our attacks are like scratching an itch for him. How do you think we should attack such an enemy?"

The slave owners looked at each other in confusion. There was no need for Master Feijir to hide now. He was going to abdicate anyway, so what he said must be true. If the enemy was as strong as he said, how should he deal with it?

As the most powerful person here, Zora slave owner was responsible for direct dialogue with Master Feijier. He asked, "Master, do you have any solution?"

Father Fei Geer smiled coldly, "Isn't there a ready-made solution? How did we deal with that old guy from Mother Kerry in the past?"

Everyone suddenly realized that it was just one word!

This is indeed the most clumsy but most effective method.

"But... you also know that the energy here is harmful to us," Zora slave owner said, "The longer we stay here, the greater the damage will be to us. If there is an army stationed outside, Fortunately, we convinced our men, but now there’s not even a ghost outside, so we can’t convince them.”

"Lie! Deceive! Intimidate! Do what you are best at!" Master Feijier took off his disguise and sneered in the most straightforward language, "You still need me to teach you? Just say that based on reliable intelligence, our enemy went back to find us. Mistress Kerry, prepare to kill someone with a counterattack! Make sure no one dares to mention the matter of going back again."

The slave owners nodded one after another. This was indeed the best way. There was no slave owner, big or small, in the city who was not afraid of Mistress Kerry. Mistress Kerry's reputation could reach the level of stopping a child from crying.

Before, Master Fei Geer always carefully considered his words when speaking, and every word had to be thought through before speaking. Now he has no scruples and spits out all the things he wants to say the most in his heart, such as stupid pigs, idiots, and rubbish. The five slave owners were stunned by such things as rice buckets.

Zola slave owner was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore and said he wanted to go back to arrange things inside the Colosseum and left in a hurry. The other slave owners also followed suit and turned around and left.

Father Feijier let out the birdy breath he had been holding in his heart for many years and took a long breath. Now thinking about it, it might be a good choice to abdicate. As long as he leaves this position, he can happily interact with others. Squirted.

Master Feijier arranged for his subordinates to re-brainwash all the female slaves as soon as possible. These female slaves have become powerful warriors. It is no longer possible to use them as dancers, and it is too unqualified. As long as these female slaves are mastered, they may be able to become dancers in the future. You can make a comeback!

If he could be like the head of the family forever like Mother Kerry, and even rule the city of Saint Hagrid forever... Master Fei Geer saw infinite possibilities in the powerful female slave.

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"Wow! This place is exactly the same as the outside! What is the principle of this?"

"Wow! Look, there's a Colosseum show over there!"

"Wow! What are the people over there doing? Have you all seen it? They seem to be fighting. Should we go over and take a look?"

.....

Deadpool is like a country bumpkin, everything he sees feels new.

There are people coming and going in the city, but everyone looks a little restless. Two people on the opposite side pass each other, and they can fight if they don't like each other.

The air is filled with anxiety.

Loki unlocked the invisibility magic. There were too many people on the street. Three people and one head were traveling in an invisible state. They might be hit by pedestrians. Then the four people's plan to sneak in would definitely be ruined.

Even a fool knows that if you meet a few invisible people on the street, they are definitely not good people. The succubus in St. Hagrid City is not a fool.

On the contrary, walking normally on the street is a safer choice. People in St. Hagrid City thought that they were hiding very well, and they would not have thought that Deadpool and the others would really find this place.

Deadpool is now hidden in the satchel on Logan's shoulder. This is the satchel conjured by Loki. You can still see the outside from the inside, but from the outside, it looks like an ordinary canvas satchel.

Deadpool, who felt fresh about everything he saw, was suddenly hit on the head.

Logan put one hand into his satchel and flashed his claws, "What do you think this is?"

Deadpool asked in confusion, "Isn't this your claw? It's made of Adamant metal and has been sterilized by high temperature. It's absolutely safe and reliable. What's wrong with it? Is it dirty? Or should I lick it clean for you?"

Logan lowered his voice and said, "No...it's a fork!"

Deadpool asked strangely, "Fork? Oh, it really looks like a fork, but it's a bit bigger. Do you usually use it to fork something to eat? Wow, you really know how to live, and you even carry it with you. Bring cutlery.”

"No, it's not for eating, it's for stabbing people," Logan said fiercely, "If you dare to say wow again, the next person this fork will stab will be you, and your Tongue!"

Deadpool stuck out his tongue and said, "I think it's better to forget it. I only have one head left. If I get three more holes, I will have no image at all. By the way, strictly speaking, my tongue It’s not considered a person, it’s just an organ used to speak...woo!"

Logan put a paw on Deadpool's tongue, "Don't blame me for not warning you. Say one more word and you can say goodbye to your tongue."