Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

Late one night.

Jameson was halfway through the movie when he received an emergency call with the scoop about a new vigilante group in New York City known as the Moon Knights.

In order to grab the headlines, Jameson made a prompt decision and took his wife and children to leave the cinema that was just halfway through the show.

Since I was with my family today, I didn't drive, and there happened to be a dark alley next to the movie theater as a shortcut.

Jameson thought for a moment and decided to leave from here.

Unexpectedly, there were several desperadoes waiting here in the alley, waiting for a destined person.

After robbing their family of three, a certain gangster fell in love with Jameson's still charming wife.

When Jameson couldn't bear it anymore and tried to fight to the death, it was the Moon Knight who came from the sky to save them.

From this moment on, Jameson became a die-hard fan of Moon Knight and would not allow anyone to slander or slander him.

What is a vigilante?That's a superhero!

It is precisely because of Jameson's beautification and rendering that the New York crowd prefers Moon Knight.

Whenever he made headlines, Jack would take a newspaper or open a webpage and come to Joyce's house to show off.

until a week later.

Joyce suddenly received an invitation.

The letter stated that he wanted to invite him to a banquet, but the banquet location was at Lucifer's bar.

This puzzled Joyce and made her a little confused.

Why would Lucifer ask me to attend his banquet?

Curious Joyce decided to go to the banquet after much hesitation, intending to see what medicine was sold in Lucifer's gourd.

After packing her clothes, Joyce took a taxi and arrived at the door of LUX Bar.

Joyce immediately felt regret as he stepped into it.

From the moment he first entered the bar, he felt a strange smell of sulfur.

His steps suddenly stopped in place. Is this a fucking devil's party? !

And the deafening sound made him a little unbearable.

Joyce, who felt that he was in the wrong place, seemed very low-key, but he still felt the strange looks from the people around him.

He seemed to be the only one late, and Joyce frowned slightly.

This feeling of being noticed by everyone is not good, and he doesn't like this feeling.

"Why don't you leave?"

Just when he was hesitating, a man suddenly walked over and patted his shoulder, then handed the wine to him.

Joyce took a closer look and saw a smiling face full of sunshine and vitality.

"Now, man, this is yours!"

Joyce reached out to take the wine glass and rolled his eyes: "You actually called a priest to attend the devil's party? Are you sick?"

The person who handed him the reserved wine was Lucifer.

"This is just an ordinary party. I just want my friends to come and have a couple of drinks. After all, you are the main contributor to my return to hell."

Lucifer shrugged, bumped his glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Is this possible? You devils can't believe what you say."

Joyce glanced at him with suspicion and then said nothing. She turned around and found a deserted corner to sit down alone.

He picked up the wine glass in his hand, raised his neck and drank. The cold and biting wine instantly fell down his throat. This cold feeling made him feel comfortable all over.

What kind of wine is this?It tastes pretty good.

But cool people will eventually be accosted or teased by other people, no, devils in public places.

For example, the person who came to him was wearing scantily clad clothes, with voluptuous makeup, and his clothes were so short that they could barely cover those two pieces of flesh.

She was wearing a transparent nightgown, revealing two slender white thighs.

"Hey handsome, are you alone? Do you want some gadgets to cheer you up?"

She witnessed with her own eyes Lucifer, the King of Hell, coming to hand this person a drink. This was not a treatment that everyone would receive.

If I could get on the line with him, maybe I could still prosper?

But she didn't recognize what kind of devil this handsome man was.

Thinking of this, the devil girl bent slightly and revealed a deep ravine to challenge Joyce.

"No thanks."

Joyce refused expressionlessly, raised his arms, drank all the wine that Mazekin had just come to refill, put the wine glass on the table, straightened his clothes a little, then stood up and left.

"Hello..."

The girl in a transparent nightgown chased after him somewhat unhappily.

"Handsome, don't refuse my invitation!" She coquettishly said in a seductive voice, "I promise to meet all your requirements."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Joyce's arm, trying to grab his arm and rub it.

The indifferent Joyce silently moved the ripples and turned sideways to avoid her grasping hand.

Looking around, he saw that there was no place for him to run. The only pure place in the bar was disturbed by this blind female devil.

There are more demons elsewhere.

Seeing that he was looking around and not leaving, the female devil was secretly happy.

So he started nagging in Joyce's ear and harassed him.

"Handsome guy, look at my figure, this curvy figure, I guarantee it will make you want to die. Look, these two small peaks are very elastic, you will definitely like it..."

Joyce, who couldn't bear it anymore, quickly opened a portal leading to an unknown place, pushed her through, and then closed the portal.

"Huh~ It's finally quiet..."

After Joyce breathed a long sigh of relief, he couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.

"Damn Lucifer, you actually asked me to come to a place like this. Isn't this your intention to mess with me?"

Joyce was very angry because he had been tricked again.

But he won't be able to leave for a while now. Mazekin just said that Lucifer will look for him later.

Joyce returned to his seat and drank silently.

After the female devil left, he once again had half an hour of free time.

"Man, I used to think being in management was just wandering the earth causing chaos, robbing souls, and bringing them back to hell to be tortured."

“But until now, I have been working most of the time!”

"And besides working every day, I also go to nightclubs to have fun. This kind of life makes me worse than death."

"I'm almost driven crazy. I don't know what else I can do?"

An unknown but drunk demon sat next to him.

Leaning on the sofa and looking at Joyce, he murmured softly. His face was a little pale and he looked a little sick. His body was a little thin, and he looked like he was malnourished.