Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Mrs. Osborne gave Fisk a glare.

"You only know how to say nice things. What should we do now? If we are discovered in the future, it will be troublesome." Fisk gently hugged Mrs. Osborn and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, that day will never come. We just need to be careful."

Mrs. Osborne leaned in Fisk's arms. Although she was still a little worried, she felt a little relieved at this moment.

"Okay, stop drawing cakes."

"These guys' mouths are very stubborn. I can't pry them open. Do you have any good ideas?"

Fiskley grinned and said nonchalantly, "It's not easy to find out who is behind this, but we can do something about it."

"What are you going to do?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, but don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. After all, today is a banquet hosted by the Osborne Group. I will make you regain the face you lost no matter what I say."

Mrs. Osborne suddenly felt warm in her heart when she heard this.

After all, it feels really good to be cared for.

But on the surface, he rolled his eyes with resentment, covered his lower abdomen, and pointed to a room not far away.

"So, what about that woman? How are you going to deal with her?"

"Don't worry, the professionals are here and will be here soon. Professional matters should be handled by professionals. This is the consistent style I follow. Okay, Harry is looking for you downstairs. You should go to see him quickly, otherwise you will be anxious and crying in a while.

I have to go up and see Mr. Justin, he has something else to discuss with me."

When Mrs. Osborne heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

As if he understood something, he reached out to straighten Fisk's suit and helped him tie his slightly tilted tie. There was a hint of teasing in his tone, "Then go quickly, don't let Mr. Justin and his family of three wait anxiously."

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In the room upstairs from the banquet hall.

Mrs. Justin is tall and has a cool yet charming face.

At this moment, his limbs were stretched out and trapped on the wall by chains made of special materials.

"Justin! What are you doing?"

The chained middle-aged beautiful woman growled at Justin angrily.

Justin seemed to be deaf to all this.

Just look at Fisk.

"Mr. Fisk, this is one of the gifts I want to give you!"

"Mr. Justin, is it that serious?"

"For the group... these are all worth it. Of course, Justine volunteered."

Justine came out from the side just as he finished speaking.

Her clothes were also a bit messy.

It looked like she had tied her mother to the wall.

At least, she was one of the participants.

"Mr. Fisk!" Justine looked at Fisk and lowered her head shyly.

"Have a nice day, then."

Justin said and walked out.

Everyone has their own goals.

Just feel that you are right.

"Damn it, put me down," Mrs. Justin yelled at Fisk.

Fisk had no expression on his face, just looking at her coldly. "If I were you, Mrs. Justin, I would conserve my energy." His voice was low and majestic, as if it could freeze the air.

Mrs. Justin's face turned red with anger. She kept struggling, but in the face of Fisk's powerful strength, her struggle seemed so powerless: "You bastard, you will pay for this." She said viciously.

Fisk raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. "The price?"

Fisk's hand gently stroked Justine's neck.

Fisk, however, didn’t care about the other party’s scolding at all, but mocked: “Mrs. Justin, you can probably only be tough in words.

But I hope your mouth will remain so hard for a while."

All that was left of Mrs. Justin's lower body was her torn black stockings.

Her plump white wrists and strong and slender calves were bound with special chains, and she was even tied to the wall with her limbs spread wide in a funny way.

Upon hearing Fisk's ridicule, Mrs. Justine's face flushed red, but she couldn't suppress her anger at all. She could only glare at Justine fiercely.

"Bitch, I'm your mother, how could you do this to me!"

Justine glanced at her dismissively.

He didn't want to pay any attention to her at all, but reached out and hugged Fisk, "Mr. Fisk, I like you. In fact, I fell in love with you when I first saw you. When my father told me about this, I didn't resist at all... It's just that I'm not a virgin anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Fisk." Justine knelt down while speaking, and took the initiative to reach out and unbutton Fisk's pants. In an instant...

(I won’t write it anymore.)

Chapter 188 Conspiracy

Wolfgang Krauser von Stroheim.

Just by hearing the word "Feng", you should know that he is a genuine old European aristocrat.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

His power in Europe was no weaker than that of the vampire family in Italy, which was at its peak at the time.

Even before the "Holy Sword Organization" was disbanded.

The Krauser family is one of the main sponsors of the Holy Sword Organization.

Of course, the Krausers are a notoriously shadowy family.

Although it has a rich history, it does not like to show up in the limelight.

This time, if it wasn’t the Fighter Conference.

The Krauser family will continue to hide.

But it is also because of this fighting competition.

Let Klausa appear in everyone's sight as an absolute winner.

Wolfgang Krauser.

Has purple hair.

But now it has turned deep red.

It was as if it was infected by thick blood.

His skin became as hard as steel, covered with terrifying red lines, as if it was a mark carved on his body by a demon's totem. His hands grew sharp claws that flashed with cold light, ready to tear apart the enemy's body at any time.

His body was taller and more sturdy than before, exuding a chilling sense of oppression, like an unshakable mountain. Every breath he took seemed to carry a bloody and violent breath, making people shudder.

No one knows how he became like this?

However, it was obvious that he was very satisfied with the changes in his body.

Slowly walked out of the pool of blood.

This was an oil tanker that had just docked at the New York port, loaded with oil from the Middle East, and slowly docked at the New York port. Krauser's figure looked particularly hideous under the dim light, and sticky blood slowly dripped down his body, gathering into a small dark red puddle on the ground.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he walked to the bow and scanned the unfamiliar yet vibrant cityscape around him.

Towering skyscrapers, bustling crowds, and a constant stream of vehicles.

Wolfgang Krauser originally planned.

He was supposed to arrive in New York half a month ago.

But something changed along the way.

Wolfgang Krauser received a blessing from a certain being.

This forced him to change his plans.

Only now have we managed to reach New York.

But that's okay.

Being late is not terrible.

Delicious dishes, never afraid of late table.

Krauser took heavy steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step. The bloody and violent aura emanating from him made the subordinates of the Krauser family shudder, as if they were not facing their patriarch, but a demon from hell.

In fact, Wolfgang Krauser is no different from the devil.

His pool of blood actually turned out to be an oil depot.

But now it is filled with thick blood.

In order to obtain this blood, Wolfgang Krauser even personally slaughtered a passing cruise ship on the high seas. Thousands of people on the ship, regardless of gender, age or status, were all beheaded and their blood flowed into a pool of blood.

"Fisk...I'm coming!"

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Fisk pushed away Justine who was limp on him. Although Justine was the captain of the cheerleading squad of Garden Middle School and was usually a seasoned veteran, she was clearly no match for Fisk, the beast-like guy.

Even though she was not fighting alone, the final result seemed to be no different.

After covering her with the quilt, Fisk walked to the edge of the windowsill. He had an uneasy feeling, which was also the fundamental reason why he left the land of gentleness.

Looking through the window at the night view outside, Fisk felt a little emotional. The city lights were brilliant, and the busy streets seemed like a moving painting, but at the moment he could not immerse himself in this prosperity. Everything outside the window was familiar to him, but Fisk didn't know why he had a strange sense of alienation.

Lighted a cigar.

The cold little hands hugged Fisk from behind, and Justine actually endured the pain and discomfort and climbed up from the bed. Justine's soft body was tightly pressed against Fisk's strong back, and her delicate and smooth skin formed a sharp contrast with Fisk's muscles full of metallic luster and hard as iron.

Justine could clearly feel the heat radiating from Fisk's body, which was like a blazing furnace, hot and full of power. Her cheek rested lightly on Fisk's broad back, and the hard muscles made her face slightly deformed, but she did not feel uncomfortable at all, but instead had an inexplicable sense of security. Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, which was a complex emotion mixed with fatigue, satisfaction and attachment. Her arms were wrapped around Fisk's waist, and her slender fingers gently grasped his steel-like abdominal muscles, as if she wanted to grasp this power and not let it go.

And Fisk, when Justine hugged him, was startled at first, and then he felt the softness of Justine's body.