However, this quickly attracted malicious gazes, and Richard frowned.
The Human God pattern on the core lit up. Even those faint sounds were heard clearly.
"Get ready to make a move. These meat pigs look very rich." "Reed, there are people everywhere here. It's not good to make a move directly!" "Idiot, just take them to an isolated place before making a move. I've been eyeing that redhead for a long time." "Then I'll take the small one."
A cold light flashed in Richard's eyes, his icy gaze seemingly capable of instantly freezing a person.
...Godfather?
Damian's scalp tingled, and he looked at his Godfather beside him in fear. What powerful killing intent.
The killing intent on Richard instantly vanished. He reached out and stroked Damian's head.
"Sorry, Damian, I scared you," Richard said with a tone full of apology.
"Godfather, who made you angry?" Damian looked up.
"Not angry, just thought of some unpleasant things." Richard smiled gently, his smile as warm as a spring breeze, making one feel incredibly comforted.
He was indeed no longer angry now, after all, who would be angry with a dead person?
Soon, several people approached from different directions, including a woman who was quite good-looking.
The woman walked up to Richard's side, suddenly fell, and hadn't even started speaking.
A knee descended from above, landing heavily on the woman's neck. It was unclear if she was knocked out or truly dead.
The staff in the surrounding clothing stores hadn't even had time to scream.
"FBI. On a case. Apprehending a criminal gang."
The FBI Agent, with one knee pressed against the woman, inadvertently glanced at Richard, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Although Richard had made an appearance that night, the camera was a bit far, only capturing a blurry image of him, so the public didn't know Richard's true appearance.
But he knew that if this 'elder' in front of him got angry, the entire country would be doomed.
The few people nearby, seeing that the situation was not right, were about to flee when they were quickly pressed to the ground by several people in plain clothes and taken away without a word.
The entire process was swift and clean, not exceeding thirty seconds. The people around had not even fully reacted, and everything was already over.
"Mr. Richard, long time no see."
A gentle voice came, carrying a hint of familiarity and warmth.
Richard turned his head to see Coulson, dressed in casual clothes, slowly walking in from a corner. He had his usual kind smile on his face and was holding a bag of drinks.
"Here, an Eastern drink. I think it tastes very good." Coulson handed over the drink.
Richard took it and saw the green packaging with two English letters printed on it. His mouth twitched. He could still see this in the Marvel Universe, but he didn't refuse. He opened a bottle and handed it to Damian beside him.
"Is S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring me?" Richard looked directly at Coulson, his eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.
Coulson's expression remained unchanged: "No, we're just monitoring every large shopping mall."
This was the truth. After confirming Richard's abilities, no one dared to monitor him, but that didn't mean there were no other methods.
Traffic surveillance, mall cameras, as long as Richard or those around him were detected, an alarm would be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D.
"That's fine."
Richard nodded slightly, his expression softening a bit.
Who doesn't like free bodyguards?
"I don't want to see them again."
"Understood. They will be put on death row this afternoon."
Don't let Coulson's kind demeanor fool you; he is a Level 8 Agent, while Hawkeye is only Level 7.
"Mr. Richard, may I ask where you've been recently?"
Coulson asked casually, yet his eyes held a hint of inquiry.
He had also seen that report; a crimson hand appeared, grabbed something, and then vanished.
"Nick Fury asked you to ask," Richard replied casually, his eyes fixed on Venom and their fashion show.
"That's right. During the time you disappeared, Director Fury couldn't even sleep well."
Coulson shrugged helplessly and sat opposite Richard. He dared not look at the beautiful scenery behind him.
"Pay for my purchases today, and I'll tell you about the transportation."
Richard's tone was relaxed, as if discussing a trivial matter.
Coulson's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected to get the answer so easily.
"No problem," he replied without hesitation.
"I fought with other Hell Lords, stole some treasures, it's that simple."
Richard said lightly.
"Other Hells? You mean there's more than one Hell?" Coulson's expression instantly became extremely shocked, his eyes wide.
"Yes, including me, there are ten."
Richard directly dropped a bombshell.
"Ten!"
Coulson couldn't help but exclaim, his voice filled with disbelief.
Richard saw the look of disbelief on Coulson's face and couldn't help but laugh.
Coulson looked at Richard's unrestrained smile, composed himself, and said, "You're lying to me. If there were ten Demon Kings, Earth would have been destroyed long ago."
"No, it's just that those guys are blocked outside Earth by the Mystics and can't get in."
Richard stopped laughing and told the truth.
Coulson breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and asked, "Who are the Mystics?"
"A hidden organization that has been passed down for millions of years. Most of them don't seek fame or fortune. They prevent those demon gods from invading Earth. Compared to your S.H.I.E.L.D., they are the true Guardians of Earth."
Richard's eyes showed a hint of admiration.
...
Coulson looked at Richard speechlessly. The meaning in his eyes was obvious: How did you get in?
"I'm different. I have connections."
Richard raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't know why the Sorcerer Supreme hadn't appeared yet, she must have tacitly approved of his existence.
"Then where are they..."
Coulson was about to ask something else when Richard already got up from the sofa and left.
"I've answered the question. I'll leave those things to you. Please give my regards to Nick Fury. I hope he can get a good night's sleep now."
Looking at Richard's departing back with the women, Coulson gave a wry smile.
A good night's sleep? He wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight with such suspense.
"Officer, how should we handle these?"
The plainclothes Agent from before appeared, pointing to a pile of clothes.
"Pay for them and send them to the manor entrance," Coulson said helplessly.
"But we don't have enough money," the Agent said with a troubled expression.
...I'll pay.
Coulson then realized that these were all luxury items, with the cheapest clothes costing thousands of dollars. He would just have to get reimbursed by S.H.I.E.L.D. later.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
Richard and his group continued to other stores, continued to watch fashion shows, and bought, bought, bought all the way.
Although he wasn't short on money, spending his own money was not as satisfying as getting things for free.