Chapter 490

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

Las Vegas, the entertainment capital of the world, had two sides, like a coin:

One side was Heaven, a paradise of material pleasures.

The other was Hell, a hell of the human heart.

Heaven lay above.

Dazzling lights and endless revelry made the city seem draped in flowers, its splendor and extravagance beyond description.

Hell lay below.

Endless greed and the madness of sudden fortune or ruin formed a vortex that swallowed human desire.

A dim alley.

A hooded man in a cloak hurried down it, glancing back now and then.

Two men in black suits pursued him.

The lights grew brighter. The clamor grew clearer.

The exit was close, opening onto a bustling street.

The hooded man suddenly took a long stride into the crowd and stopped. He turned, pulled back his hood, and revealed a sharply defined face.

His long black hair curled slightly.

His skin was bronze.

He had a high nose bridge and full lips.

He gave the two suited men a teasing look, the corners of his mouth lifting in challenge. His expression seemed to say:

"Come after me in front of everyone!"

The two men froze. They hadn't expected him to pull that move.

Then they sneered and drew their weapons. One slipped on brass knuckles—Brass Knuckles, for convenience's sake—while the other drew a small knife... Knife Guy?

"Ah! He's got a weapon!"

A sharp-eyed young woman spotted it and screamed, whether in terror or excitement, no one could tell.

The surrounding crowd immediately cleared a wide space. Some called the police, others filmed, and an orderly, harmonious ring of spectators took shape.

"Stop!" the hooded man shouted, taking a step back.

The two men acted as if they hadn't