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

This means that the other person is simply an ordinary person who cannot be more ordinary.

However, Sister Maria had somehow deceived him...

Norma felt deeply ashamed.

He was a noble vampire, but he was played around by an ordinary person, a nun at that.

But it doesn’t matter, there’s still time.

If he wants to establish his own family, he must have enough offspring.

This means that Norma will be able to marry many vampire brides.

Used to reproduce offspring.

If it weren't for the fact that it takes more than ten years for vampire babies to become combat-ready, how could he have converted these gang members into vampires and expected them to resist the invasion from the European main family!

Norma's greedy eyes kept lingering on Sister Maria's body.

From top to bottom, from left to right.

This woman is no longer as young and beautiful as she was in the past.

However, he could smell that Sister Maria's blood was extremely pure.

It was as sweet as the best red wine, and her body was so perfect, inside and out, just like a delicious cake.

He couldn't take it any longer.

Without hesitation, he pounced forward.

Move as fast as lightning.

The aura on his body was like that of a tiger that had been hungry for more than ten days.

With sharp teeth and a wide-open mouth, it seemed as if he could swallow Sister Maria whole in one bite.

Sister Maria's face could no longer remain calm.

But she did not sit there and wait for death. Instead, she lifted the bench beside her with all her strength, gritted her teeth and threw it towards Norma who was flying towards her. The solid wooden bench was heavy and wide, weighing at least twenty or thirty kilograms.

If Sister Maria had not exercised and worked out on a daily basis, it would have been very difficult for her to even lift it, let alone throw it away.

After the bench cut through the air, it was about to hit Norma on the head, but Norma didn't make any move and the bench exploded directly in the air, breaking into tiny wood chips that scattered to both sides.

The debris was flying all over the sky, just like flowers scattered by a fairy.

Norma easily passed through the wood chips that were scattered like flowers from the sky.

However, the stool did not cause any substantial harm to Norma.

But it still bought Sister Maria some time to escape.

She rolled violently on the ground, and at the critical moment, successfully avoided the attack from Norma, and crawled forward using her hands and feet.

But how could her speed be faster than that of Norma, a vampire?

However, Norma did not use her full strength.

But in the blink of an eye, he stood beside Sister Matthias.

Pale hands grasped Sister Maria's shoulders.

He could hardly wait to make this mature nun his bride.

His palm finally succeeded in touching Sister Maria.

But at this moment, another broad hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.

The huge and powerful hand almost grasped Norma's entire shoulder.

Just a little force and the creaking sound of bones moving made Norma stop all movements.

"Hey sir, are you lost?

Do you need me to help you find the way home?

Oh, by the way, this seems to be your home!"

Fisk's voice was like a beacon of light in the darkness.

When Sister Maria heard Fisk's voice, her nervous mood suddenly relaxed. Then when she heard Fisk's joking tone, the corners of her mouth relaxed even more.

Norma stopped what he was doing and ignored Sister Maria, allowing her to escape into the distance.

There was a playful smile on his face and he moved his head quickly, but his body did not move.

Slowly, his head turned a strange 180 degrees to face Fisk.

It looks extremely weird.

It's like a horror movie, creepy and extremely eerie.

Especially this guy, with his snow-white teeth bared and his sharp nonsense was as sharp as a razor.

Under the bright candlelight, it even began to emit white reflections.

"Hello, Mr. Fisk!"

He actually knew Fisk.

And he greeted Fisk warmly.

But almost in the next moment.

Fisk's slap had already landed on his face.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Moreover, slaps kept hitting his face one after another.

There was no gentlemanly manners at all, he just wanted to vent his anger.

Norma was a little stunned.

Maybe Fisk used too much force, or maybe it was just Norma's vampire characteristics.

Instead of swelling, her cheek quickly sunk downwards. Fisk's slap not only successfully tore Norma's facial muscles, but also broke the bones on her face. The sound of broken bones and the sound of flesh being whipped by huge force was like a symphony, lingering in the ears.

“Crunch, crunch!”

It seemed that Fisk was about to smash Norma's head flat.

Fisk suddenly raised his foot and kicked Norma towards the window not far away.

Norma was like a straw caught in a strong wind. She flew up from the ground quickly, was carried by an invisible strong wind, and slammed heavily against the glass window behind the curtains not far away.

Lester, on the rooftop, watched the shadow appear on the curtains.

He raised the wooden spike high in his hand, waiting for the moment when the opponent broke through the window, and then threw the wooden spike out. With his accurate shooting ability, as long as he locked the target, even if he closed his eyes at the moment of launching, Lester could guarantee that he could hit the target 100%.

But Fisk in the room did not look relaxed at all.

Although Monica couldn't beat him, she also caused him a lot of trouble.

If she had not deceived herself, Norma, as a pure-blooded vampire, should be stronger than Monica. But why was Norma as fragile as cotton?

I slapped him more than a dozen times, but he didn't even fight back.

What? Did Monica deceive herself?

Could it be that Monica is the real boss behind the scenes?

Could it be that all this was a scheme by this woman?

Have I been fooled?

Fisk's brows were deeply furrowed, and countless thoughts kept flashing in his mind.

"Behind you!"

Sister Maria suddenly yelled.

And, it was almost the moment when Sister Maria shouted.

Fisk also heard a barely perceptible sound coming from behind him.

It's the sound of nails piercing the air.

Fisk didn't hesitate. He took a step forward and flipped his whole body over and jumped. The strong muscles on his huge body like a mountain pulled his limbs, and with an amazing and twisting movement, he quickly flipped in the air and did a very standard kite flip.

Almost at the same time, Fisk punched straight behind him.

The speed was so fast and the power was so great that the fist made a deafening roar as it cut through the air.

After using the K potion, although Fisk did not awaken any abnormal abilities such as fire-breathing and infinite strength, but only awakened the ability of rapid recovery, Fisk's strength was still enhanced to a certain extent.

In particular, as his muscles are constantly damaged and then healed, Fisk's strength increases.

Just like the leg bones of those Muay Thai fighters, after being hammered continuously day after day, they will become as hard as steel.

Fisk has been repeatedly injured and recovering recently.

This made his body several times stronger than when he had just used the potion.

Maybe that’s what it means - what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

Therefore, when Fisk threw this punch, it even produced a sharp and piercing sound of sonic boom.

Although the sound of the sonic boom was not as clear as imagined, the sharp sound still reached the ears of everyone in the room.

Just after throwing the punch, Fisk finally saw clearly that the bastard Norma had actually been behind him without him noticing.

Fisk glanced at Norma who was flying behind him, and realized that the guy who was flying in the air and whose head was deformed by his own blow had disappeared without him noticing.

It's like it never happened.

It turned out to be just an illusion of my own.

A gleam of light flashed in Fisk's eyes.

Since that was an illusion, is it possible that this is also an illusion?

He watched his fist getting closer and closer to Norma's head, but Norma didn't show any intention of dodging.