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

Lestat nodded toward the nun.

Opened the door.

in the room.

Fisk was still pale and trembling.

He was half-sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, his clothes soaked.

Even the sheets and bedding on the bed were soaked.

Some of it was sweat, but more of it was blood flowing from the wounds.

Logically speaking, with Fisk's recovery ability, even if the wound does not heal so quickly, it should only take a while for the bleeding to stop. However, the current reality is not the case.

on the ground.

Mark Murdoch's head and body had not been cleaned up yet, but the blood had already turned into a dried black and red color.

Sister Maria just took a look at the corpse and head on the ground, and the expression on her face returned to normal. Mina was a little afraid of the corpse on the ground, but she was more concerned about Fisk's condition.

Erica stood aside with her arms folded.

Sister Maria stared at her, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Erica was also looking at the two nuns who walked in from outside.

Erica said as if to explain: "I am his friend."

"Well, thank you!" Sister Maria nodded, said casually, and then walked to the bed.

"Little Fisk, how are you!"

Fisk had been gritting his teeth and holding on. At this moment, he heard Sister Maria's words, felt her coming, and said weakly: "Sister Maria, you are here."

"Yes, I'm here!" Sister Maria sat down beside the bed and reached out to hold Fisk's large hand. In the sky, the rising sun emitted a dazzling yellow light, shining through the window onto Sister Maria. The golden light rippled on her body, making her look like the legendary saint.

Erica looked a little dazed.

Fisk seemed to feel the warmth from Sister Maria and finally regained some strength: "I feel like my whole body is growing. Every piece of skin, every bone, and even every cell tissue is constantly stretching and growing. It makes me feel so painful..." Fisk's body was lying on the bed, so it didn't look eye-catching, but in fact his body had become bigger and taller than before, but it hadn't become heavier. The strong muscles were originally bloated under the skin and above the bones.

However, as Fisk grew taller, all of these muscles lengthened.

Originally he was two meters tall, like a hill, but now his height seems to have exceeded two meters and one meter. Those bloated muscles that looked like fat have now become pieces of armor full of visual impact. Although Fisk is still Fisk, he seems to have rejuvenated, from a greasy uncle to a strong young man.

Sister Maria looked at Fisk's strong muscles, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, and an even more dazzling golden holy light burst out from her body. She gently touched the hideous muscles with her palms, and the warm light seemed to be able to penetrate the skin, and Fisk's body was also wrapped in the holy light.

He immediately felt that the indescribable pain had lessened a lot, and his body felt like it was soaking in a hot spring, and his whole body was clear. Sister Maria's fingers were like elves dancing on the piano keys, sliding across Fisk's chest, and the expression of pain and struggle on Fisk's face slowly became soothed.

With the help of Sister Maria.

After more than two hours, the pain in my body began to gradually disappear.

Fisk's wounds finally began to heal.

He tried to open his eyes.

The dazzling sunlight was like a sharp sword, piercing Fisk's eyes and causing him great pain.

He felt as if his eyes had grown new ones.

Otherwise, how could it be impossible that it couldn't withstand this level of sunlight?

After a short while of adjusting, he was finally able to open his eyes completely.

His deep pupils moved without wind, and one could vaguely see a vortex composed of white and black slowly turning in his eyes. It was weird and mysterious, causing everyone who looked into his eyes to tremble involuntarily, as if they had seen their natural enemy.

Fisk's eyes moved slowly.

He glanced at Mina, who was kneeling beside the bed, staring at him with concerned eyes like a little lamb, then saw Erica, who was standing by the window with her arms folded, and Sister Maria, who was clenching her hands, her face full of fatigue and sweat on her forehead.

He forced out a gentle smile, "I'm fine, thank you, Sister Maria!" Fisk's gentle words reached Sister Maria's ears, making the originally tired nun feel like spring breeze, and her originally stiff and heavy body slowly recovered.

"Okay, then you take a rest, I still have things to do."

Sister Maria rose and stood.

He left with Mina.

Fisk smelled the faint scent left by Sister Maria and tried to stand up from the bed.

He found that his perspective had become higher.

Looking down, Fisk saw his own soul.

His soul turned into pure black.

The soul light ball of Fisk's existence disappeared completely.

However, in the pure black, a hint of pink light would flash across from time to time.

But this pink light is not eye-catching.

The pupils contracted and Fisk's eyes returned to their original appearance.

He looked at his muscles. Originally, his body looked fat because of the bloated muscles, but now it no longer existed. Instead, his muscles became streamlined like those of a swimming champion, with every muscle tightly attached to the skin.

Although he became thinner, the explosive power still lingered in his body.

Fisk could even feel an even more powerful force resonating within his body.

His strength increased by leaps and bounds.

And all of this is the benefit brought by Mr. Mark Murdoch's soul.

Devouring other people's soul light balls can actually strengthen one's own body.

Fisk smiled. He looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground and had corpse spots on it. He thanked him sincerely, "Thank you, Attorney Mark Murdoch."

"How are you?" Erica's tone was a little flat, and Fisk could sensitively detect her emotional fluctuations.

But if you think about it carefully, this is also a very normal thing.

After all, Mark Murdoch's body was still lying on the ground.

No, Erica wasn't being calm with herself because of Mark Murdoch's death.

But it was because... Fisk's ears were filled with a lot of mosquito-like noises. The sounds kept buzzing, as if countless people were lying beside his ears, humming constantly.

Fisk suddenly frowned.

It was as if he could begin to read Erica's emotions and parts of her mind.

It's not the so-called reading people's expressions.

It's like flipping through a book.

Erica is jealous!

Fisk understood.

He reached out and held Erica's arm, pulling her into his arms, and then said to her in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, I was too harsh. The situation was urgent just now, and I couldn't hold back."

"Heh!" Erica snorted coldly, "No matter how urgent the situation is, it doesn't require you to rip your head off." Although her tone was full of complaints, her expression did not show much complaints.

"You don't blame me?"

"Of course...I have advised him, but he still insists on doing it his own way.

Apparently, sending you to jail or killing you is more important to me.

Then I won't have to mourn for him anymore.

Besides, even if you were killed or sent to prison, I would still break up with him."

"why?

He betrayed you?"

Erica suddenly shook her head, her mouth raised high, like a fox, with a playful smile, "It's me who is going to betray him!"

As she spoke, she tilted her head and pressed her lips against Fisk's mouth. Erica's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Before Fisk could react, Erica blocked his mouth.

"Well......"

It was Erica who initiated the kiss, but her body couldn't help but tremble first.

Just a moment later, Erica's eyes, covered by black eyelashes, slowly closed.

A soft hand rested on Fisk's strong arm.

Fisk couldn't help but gently exert force on his palm, hugging Erica's slender waist tightly and holding Erica in his arms.

Fisk's breathing began to become heavier.

The arms extended downward along the plump buttocks.

"Well!"

Erica moaned.

She suddenly pressed her hand against Fisk's cheek and said to him, "Not here!"

"why?"

"He'll be watching!"

The "he" Erica was referring to was naturally the head on the ground.

Fisk glanced at her carelessly, with a strange smile on his lips. He grasped the clothes on Erica's back, raised his fingers slightly, hugged Erica more tightly in his arms, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's right here!"

"But he'll be watching!"

"That...isn't better?"

"Asshole... Ugh!"

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"Boss... the bodies are all packed!" Lester looked at Fisk, who had grown taller, and pursed his lips, as if mumbling something. He could feel that Fisk's body was filled with the power of a beast.

Fisk looked at himself in the mirror.

Although, he doesn't look as burly as before.

But at least I don’t look like a fat man anymore.