779 You, Guilty! Look into My Eyes

Luke didn't need to think to have a rough idea of this sloppy man's identity.

He had a rotten temperament and a panicked expression, and his movements were wretched and fierce.

The sloppy man lived his life every day as a tramp, a drug addict, a thief, and a robber. He might even have a criminal record for assault or murder.

Of course, Luke couldn't be bothered with such scum.

The devil might not be anything good, but this sloppy man could be said to be a little devil on Earth. He was shameless and malicious, and deserved to die.

Luke wanted to see what Ghost Rider would do.

In the end, the skullhead pointed at the sloppy man. "You, guilty."

Luke was lost for words. Why did that sound so familiar?

Ghost Rider, on the other hand, strode toward the trembling sloppy man and lifted him up in the air so that they were on the same eye level. "Look into my eyes…"