Finished eating the burger.
Makima stood up and walked around behind Meng Fan.
Put your hands around your neck, hold a paper towel in your right hand and gently wipe the hamburger residue around Meng Fan's mouth.
Every wipe is done carefully, fearing that the next action will cause dissatisfaction.
"Is your tongue a decoration? You don't know how to clean it with your tongue?"
Compared with dry and tasteless paper towels, Makima's tongue is warm and soft.
"Yes, Master." Makima understood, and his lips slowly approached Meng Fan's mouth.
But suddenly a hand was pressed on the whole face and pushed aside, "Pay attention to the occasion, there is someone next to you who has been looking at us."
Meng Fan is an idol and a world-class hero.
You also pay attention to your appearance when you go out.
If I changed my identity and no one knew me, I wouldn't mind competing with Makima on my kissing skills in a fast food restaurant.
On the other side, the waitress behind the counter has been peeking at Meng Fan since she was eating the burger.
Watching it once in a minute or two, it's like a paparazzi responsible for following Star.
"Master, I'm going to kill her, and then come back and continue." Makima put his mouth close to Meng Fan's ear, his voice was gentle and watery, and he looked forward to continuing to clean up the burger residue with a passionate kiss after the end.
The seemingly simple action already made Makima feel hot inside.
"I'll clean it up next time." Meng Fan picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth. Makima stared blankly at the lost treasure like a child who has lost a toy.
"Ask her if she needs help."
The first fan I met when I first came to America, Meng Fan wanted to help her by doing something within my ability.
"Yes master."
Makima responded, feeling a little resentful toward the waitress, hating her for losing her only chance to get close to Meng Fan.
Ta-ta-ta!!!
Makima moves quickly.
The waitress was so frightened by the burning aura that she kept retreating.
Without paying attention, my heel hit the step, and my body lost its center of gravity and leaned back.
The back of my head was about to hit the steps, but was firmly caught by a hand.
"The master asked if you need help." Makima's face was expressionless, and his circled eyes continued to reveal murderous intent.
"I..." The waitress's legs were weak and her mouth was trembling.
"Really?" Makima's face got a little closer.
An invisible force of intimidation poured into the waitress's mouth, turning her into a mute who could only tremble.
"You're so mean, she wouldn't dare to say anything even if something happened." Meng Fan stood up and put the tip on the counter first, then walked behind Makima and asked, "If you have any needs, just ask me, I just want to keep my dog, so instead of being idle, I might as well find something for her to do."
Meng Fan's words made the waitress calm down a lot.
Because with his strength, he shouldn't bully a waiter.
"I live in Hell's Kitchen, and my life used to be pretty peaceful. But since a man came here who contracted with Yakuza Devil, we people there often have to pay protection fees."
"As you have seen, I am just a waiter, and I have a three-month-old child to support. After paying the money, our family can't even afford food." The waitress cried as she spoke. Only crying can make the story more vivid.
"Yakuza Devil sounds interesting. The ability isn't to summon the Ax Gang, right?"
"I don't know, but I don't dare to provoke him. If you provoke him, the consequences will be disastrous. I saw with my own eyes that he beat a man to death for not paying him."
"That's it?" Makima asked. A woman who can fight Darkness Devil will not take Yakuza Devil seriously.
"I'm an ordinary person. I just want to be safe. You are all very strong. Can you help Hell's Kitchen's refugees get rid of Yakuza Devil?"
"It's a joke, wherever there are Devils, I can be found. For me, the more Devils, the better. I can use him to inquire about the America largest Devil body trading market."
"Thank you!!"
While talking, Makima helped her body up.
Meng Fan summons a mirror.
"Do you have any photos of Yakuza Devil? You can quickly locate him just by seeing his appearance."
"I don't have it. Please wait a moment. Someone else should have his photo."
The waitress took out her phone and slid her finger up and down the screen.
The movements were hurried and I didn't dare to waste another second.
"Found it!!"
The waitress breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it didn't take too long.
Put the man's picture in front of Meng Fan
With a quick glance, the location of the man contracted to Yakuza Devil was clearly visible.
"Come on, let's go meet him."
Meng Fan stepped into Mirror Gate, and Makima followed behind. The waitress stood there and did not dare to follow.
Until a hand forcibly dragged her away.
Passing through Mirror Gate, the three of them came from Queens to Hell's Kitchen.
At this time, I was standing on a sparsely populated road.
There are many unused trash cans placed around the road.
Tents can be seen everywhere on the roadside, with clothes hanging outside the tents.
Not far in front of you, a man wearing leather pants and a denim jacket with a broomstick haircut was stepping on a man's head with his foot.
"Including yesterday's money, you owe me a total of US$1,000. When are you going to pay me?" The man spoke very arrogantly.
The man whose head was stepped on didn't dare to resist, so he could only keep begging for mercy, "I'm just a homeless man without any source of income, and I really don't have any money to give you."
"No, you don't know how to steal? Do you want me to teach you this?"
"I was almost beaten to death last time I stole something. I don't dare to steal again."
"You are afraid of being beaten by them, are you not afraid of being beaten by me? My methods are much better than theirs." The broom-head man put a little more force on his feet, and the tramp's head soon felt the pressure. His expression began to distort.
"As expected of Yakuza, the unreasonable methods have come to an end."
Hearing the applause from behind him, the broom-headed man no longer had the thought of continuing to torture the homeless man.
He kicked the homeless man aside with force.
"Here comes another person seeking death."
He was arrogant before turning around, but when he turned around and saw Meng Fan, his expression immediately reversed 360 degrees.
"Why... why are you here!!"
"Wherever there is Devil, I am there."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the broomstick's hair suddenly exploded and not a single hair was left on his head.
His body began to shake and his feet were no longer stable.
All memories in the mind are read by Meng Fan.
All the crimes he has committed are also visible.
The broom-headed man is a scumbag who does no evil, bullies the weak, and robs property.
The things he committed cannot be solved by the death penalty.
My hands felt dirty even if I killed him.
Meng Fan doesn't need to do anything, just leave the dirty work to Makima.
"I leave this man to you. Don't let him die before I come back, but let him live a life worse than death."
Makima smiled slightly, she was very good at torturing people.
"Spare... spare my life, I was also instigated by others." When the broom-headed man heard that Meng Fan was planning to deal with him, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
But what is waiting is Makima's continuous approach.
"Don't..."
The broom-headed man turned and ran back.
Makima stood there without chasing and raised his right hand.
Bang!!!
The broom-headed man's thighs exploded instantly.
His upper body fell to the ground and kept wailing.
When the wailing sounded, Meng Fan was no longer where he was.
According to the location in memory, Devil Corpse Exchange located at Hell's Kitchen was found.
Brush!!!
The iron gate of the exchange was chopped into several pieces by Wind Blade and scattered to the ground.
He stepped on the broken pieces and walked in.
The first people to greet him were the surprised looks of everyone.