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Chapter 124 Iron Man: Los, do you want a wife?

Five seconds after meeting, the battle begins.

Along the corridors of the luxurious manor, the floorboards were molten red lava.

Killian swiftly swung his super-hot right fist, carrying a surging heat wave, but it was quickly blocked by Los's raised left palm.

The high temperature and impact were all blocked by a bare hand, preventing it from moving forward.

The air was still distorted, and lava flowed across the ground.

Killian's eyes burned with intense heat as he stared in disbelief at his fist, which he could easily pierce through steel plates, being easily stopped by the young man's outstretched fingers.

Not only could superhuman strength not move its opponent, but even the previously boasted extremely high temperatures had no effect.

Killian truly felt it.

There seems to be a diaphragm, an insurmountable wall of sighs, standing between the two.

It is said that the smarter a person is, the more foolish they tend to be in certain situations.

Los looked at Killian, who was radiating heat and was in extremely high temperature.

His body floated slightly, and with one hand he pressed down on Killian, who had been injected with the Extremis virus, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

Los asked, "Is this all the heat you have to burn me to ashes?"

Bang!

The corridor floor was melted through by the extreme heat, and Killian was trapped on the first floor below.

He shouted urgently, "Enemy attack!"

next moment.

A dozen security personnel immediately rushed towards Los, their bodies radiating a scorching red light, their temperature and physique greatly enhanced.

Los hovered in mid-air at the height of the second floor, looking around at the Extremis virus injectors who had almost melted through half of the manor.

"Then let's get a little serious."

At this point, a crimson light, even hotter than the so-called 3,000-degree Celsius extreme heat, suddenly shone in his eyes.

That afternoon.

Stark Tower, top floor.

Tony, who was sleeping on the sun lounger, rolled over and suddenly woke up.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw that the fiery red sun had already sunk behind the city, and the sky was filled with the glow of sunset.

"Tony, you're awake?"

A familiar female voice came from beside him. Tony sat up from the sun lounger and looked at his secretary, Pepper, who was standing guard next to him.

Tony asked in surprise, "What time is it now?"

"Six o'clock in the evening."

"So, I slept here for ten hours?"

Tony was stunned.

Pepper nodded and exclaimed, "Yes, I haven't seen you sleep so soundly in a long time, so I didn't want to wake you up."

"You should have woken me up!"

Tony seemed to remember something and said anxiously, "Didn't I arrange a press conference at noon? We also need to find out the whereabouts of that terrorist leader Mandarin as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more suicide bombings—"

Before Tony could finish speaking, Pepper suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "It's no longer needed."

Why?

Tony stared blankly at Pepper, who then took out equipment and had the AI ​​Jarvis project a news report: "This afternoon, Mandarin, the Mandarin who confessed to the self-destruction attack that caused national panic, has been arrested in Florida by Superman Los.

"Mandarin is just an actor in the public eye; the mastermind behind it all is the biological scientist Aldrezi-Killian, who developed an Extremis virus that can cause the body to generate extremely high temperatures or spontaneously combust."

"Killian and a group of Extremis injectors died in a self-destruction. Only the actor who played Mandarin and another female scientist, Maya Hansen, survived."

After reading the news report, Tony's expression was complicated. "So it was them."

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the city lit up with neon lights.

"Is that how it's resolved?"

Tony sat in the sun lounger, still feeling like he was in a dream.

What was a major headache yesterday was easily resolved by someone else after just one long afternoon nap.

Tony had never had such a relaxing and wonderful experience.

He remarked with emotion, "I really need to thank Los properly."

"Me too."

Pepper covered her mouth and laughed, looking at Tony whose complexion had regained some color.

I'm afraid only that little Superman can give Tony such a peaceful rest right now.

the next morning.

Roosevelt Island, located between Manhattan and Queens.

On a cliff overlooking the sea, Tony led Los to a brand-new white villa.

"Loss, how's it here?"

Tony explained, "This mountain is also part of the estate, which I bought as well. You don't have to worry about being disturbed by the media while you're living here."

He shrugged and said casually, "Of course, you can live in Stark Tower or one of these detached villas in the future, it's up to you."

Tony even considered letting Los continue living in Stark Tower.

Ross didn't stand on ceremony with Tony and nodded, saying, "I'll accept it."

Tony immediately broke into a happy smile. Money meant nothing to him; as long as it satisfied Los, it was worth it.

"Oh, right."

Tony advised, "Loss, you've moved to this detached villa and you're single, I suggest you hire a housekeeper."

"Oh?"

Los's eyes flickered, and he replied, "Is it necessary?"

"certainly."

Tony stroked his beard and said seriously, "A housekeeper can not only take care of the house for you, saving you from chores and other tedious matters, but also help you deal with the media."

Looking at Los, who seemed as innocent as a college student, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Los is very strong and perfect in every way, but he is just too kind.

Tony worries that one day Los will be harmed by something unrelated to his strength.

He patted his chest and promised, "As long as Stark Industries exists, I will reimburse you for all your expenses and the costs of hiring the butler!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Los nodded in agreement, going along with Tony's good intentions.

At this time.

Tony's secretary, Pepper, dressed in a white suit, brings a white girl to the current seaside cliff.

Pepper Potts, as Iron Man's personal secretary and the second-in-command of Stark Industries, is not only outstanding in appearance but also a highly capable businesswoman.

With her dignified demeanor and confident aura, she is clearly a suitable female companion to take out in public, regardless of the occasion.

The white girl next to her, although her face was younger and more immature, was also exceptionally beautiful.

Her smooth, dark gold hair fell to her left shoulder, exuding both sophistication and sexiness.

She has a tall and slender figure, over 1.7 meters tall, with a slim waist and no excess fat. Her black skirt suit covers her rounded hips, and her long legs strut powerfully in high heels.

Her dark eyes were bright and mischievous, and standing next to Pepper Potts, who had been a secretary for many years, she was not much less imposing.

Tony introduced Los to her: "I'd like to recommend someone to you. Don't let her age fool you; she's only eighteen. She just graduated from Harvard with a degree in Business Administration."

The girl wasn't shy at all; she walked forward confidently and said, "Mr. Stark, Mr. Los, my name is Skye."

Los squinted and stared at Skye, who was applying for the job as a housekeeper.

Tony pulled Los aside, revealing a gentlemanly, enigmatic smile: "I put in a lot of effort to select these candidates."

"I've looked at her resume for you. Her height, waist, and bust are comparable to those of models in magazines. Moreover, she's intelligent, sensible, and a highly educated intellectual. She's not the kind of person who's all looks and no brains."

He chuckled, "How about that? You're all the same age, so it'll be easier for you to chat."

Los looked at the old gentleman with a speechless expression.

No, is this a butler being sent to him, or a bed warmer?

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