Taking Action

"Ghost Rider is too cool. We need to reduce his exposure in the future. Frank, go have some fun with Mystique. Everyone else can wrap up."

After giving his instructions, Andrew used a Teleportation spell to reach a corner of Times Square. The number of contracts had already exceeded ten thousand, and there were not enough robots. He had to act personally.

Rebirth Hell kept its word. If it said it would protect you, it would definitely protect you.

This time, Andrew did not transform into Ghost Rider. He kicked a section of steel barricade flying, then strode toward the tower.

Magneto immediately noticed the "low-profile" Andrew. He promptly withdrew most of his magnetic force, slowing the metal ring's rotation. The radiation waves gathered above rather than spreading outward.

"Toad, take some people and stop that kid."

As Mystique flew back, she shouted at Toad. Toad was about to take Sabretooth over to intercept him when Barton fired an arrow that grazed his scalp and buried itself in the chest of a Mutant behind him.

"That was close."

Toad could not help swallowing. If he had reacted any slower just now, he would have been dead.

At the same time, the X-Men and agents attacked desperately, determined to keep the Brotherhood's Mutants occupied and prevent them from interfering with Mr. Wang.

With Mr. Wang's strength, once he reached Magneto, Magneto could start making funeral arrangements.

Professor Charles's terrified voice rang out in Mystique's mind. "Raven, make Erik stop now, or he'll die."

"Charles, stop trying to scare me. That kid is indeed strong, but not strong enough to kill Erik. In Fact, he can't even get past me."

Naturally, Mystique did not believe him. Professor Charles was about to reveal Andrew Wang's identity when, accompanied by a burst of intense gunfire, a suit of armor launched an attack on Mystique.

The armor was entirely black, with a white Skull pattern on its chest. It was somewhat larger than the Mark Suit and looked extremely heavy.

Moreover, it was covered in weapons—Machine Guns, Sniper Rifles, grenades, Micro Missiles... it was armed to the teeth.

This was Frank Castle's Punisher Suit. Unlike the other suits, this one pursued only offense.

Because of Tony's philosophy, the Mark Suit was extremely lightweight. It simply could not withstand the Punisher Suit's terrifying firepower and was blasted all over the place.

"Idiot, do you even know how to control the Mark Suit? Dodge! Attack from above! Fire smoke grenades! You're driving me insane, you idiot!"

Seeing the Mark Suit lose to the Punisher Suit, Tony shouted frantically from above. Psylocke gave him a speechless glance and quipped, "Whose side are you on, exactly?"

"Oh, right, that's the enemy."

Tony came to his senses, then shouted, "My suit didn't lose. The one who lost was the person controlling it."

Psylocke could not help rolling her eyes. Just how obsessed was Tony Stark with saving face?

Before long, Andrew arrived beneath the tower. He looked up and asked, "Magneto, aren't you going to make a move?"

Magneto replied coldly, "I'll wait for you to come up."

"You're asking for death."

Andrew shook his head and walked straight up the tower. Then, with his body parallel to the ground, he began walking upward step by step.

Tony complained, "Quick, somebody hold down Newton's coffin lid. He's about to crawl out again. Huh, why did I say again?"

No one paid Tony any attention. At that moment, Red Devil suddenly appeared behind Andrew and drove a knife straight toward his heart.

Without even looking behind him, Andrew grabbed Red Devil's wrist with his backhand. The force was so great that Red Devil felt his wrist was about to snap. Startled, he hurriedly turned into red mist and vanished.

Everyone stared intently at their surroundings, waiting for Red Devil to reappear. Yet, to their surprise, Red Devil seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth and never appeared again.

Where had Red Devil gone?

Red Devil wanted to know that himself. After Teleportation, he appeared out of nowhere in a gloomy, eerie place. Countless Ghosts flickered in and out of sight around him. Even Red Devil felt a chill run down his spine.

Red Devil tried to teleport, but it was completely useless. He could not help asking, "Where is this?"

"This is Lesser Hell on Earth. Red Devil, disinfect yourself first, then we'll send you to the real Hell."

A Ghost flew before Red Devil and spoke coldly.

Red Devil complained, "Hell on Earth? How can there be Hell on Earth? And what the hell is disinfection? You have to disinfect before entering Hell? Since when did Hell become so hygienic?"

"Our Hell is different from those filthy, chaotic Hells."

The Ghost snorted. A great amount of White Mist descended from the sky, enveloping Red Devil and beginning to "disinfect" him.

In truth, this so-called disinfection was meant to remove any possible Magic Marks from Red Devil, so that Rebirth Hell's location would not be discovered by other Demon Kings.

Andrew had developed this disinfection method himself, and it was highly reliable.

Red Devil asked in shock and fury, "What are you doing? I'm warning you, I'm not someone to be messed with. If you offend me, you won't end well."

No one paid Red Devil any attention. Once the disinfection was complete, he was teleported before the throne of Rebirth Hell. Andrew, in the Demon King's Body, sat lazily upon the throne and said, "Kneel. I'll talk to you later."

The previously arrogant Red Devil immediately dropped to his knees with a thud, trembling all over. He had confirmed it from the aura—it was a real Demon King.

Leaving Red Devil aside for now, Andrew continued walking upward on the tower. Soon, he reached the middle section, where Tony and the other two were.

Wolverine Logan growled, "Let me go. I'm going to kill that old bastard Magneto."

Psylocke smiled. "Handsome, we meet again. Want to exchange phone numbers?"

Tony said excitedly, "Kid, hurry up and let me go. Without my help, you definitely won't be able to beat Magneto."

Andrew ignored Wolverine and Tony. He looked at Psylocke with disdain and said, "Are you really here to fight dressed like that? You clearly have such great talent, yet you don't know how to develop it. You just keep pursuing crooked paths. What a joke."

Andrew's first remark made Psylocke want to hit him, but his latter remark made her eyes light up. "My abilities can be developed further?"

Psylocke was obsessed with power, because the stronger she became, the higher her pay.

Andrew did not answer Psylocke. He intended to cast a long line to catch a big fish.

Tony shouted impatiently, "Hey, kid, stop wasting time and let me go."

"As you wish."

Andrew lightly stomped his right foot. The steel binding Tony and the other two snapped at once, and they all plummeted toward the ground.

"That's not how I meant for you to let us go!"

Tony shouted. At that moment, strong winds arose around them, greatly slowing their descent. Storm had acted to save them.

Andrew ignored Tony and the others. He slashed through the air, and a black flash formed of Black Flame streaked past. The tower was cut in half, and its upper section tilted and collapsed to the right.

Although Andrew was absolutely confident he could defeat Magneto, that did not mean he would stupidly step into Magneto's trap. This was not a matter of strength. It was a matter of intelligence.