Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 36 The Alliance of Fathers' Worries

"You understand?" Ang almost blurted out.

"Of course! My dad, Howard, was the same kind of person back then. To outsiders, he might seem great, with amazing achievements that amaze the world, and he built a huge business empire. But he was the worst kind of father. I hardly ever saw him growing up. When I was a kid, I even thought the butler and head maid in my house were my parents."

Ang: "..."

To outsiders, Tony was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, enjoying unimaginable wealth and luxury from birth, and should have lived a life of unparalleled happiness.

In fact, despite having more money than he could ever spend, Tony severely lacked paternal and maternal love.

This made him feel insecure and he had no desire for marriage and family. This is why Tony was a playboy and a world-renowned womanizer in the years before, but he never had a steady female companion.

Tony rambled on for several minutes; he would never have said that to anyone else.

But in Tony's eyes, Ang's background and experiences were almost exactly the same as his own.

He has a father who is the head of a top conglomerate, and he has endless money. When his mother died, no one cared about him.

That really resonates with me.

In particular, Ang chimed in, "I'm sure that even after I die, my father won't spend a single second at my grave. At most, he'll hear the news from the butler and say 'Oh' to show he knows. He thinks he always has more important things to do."

These words clearly touched Tony's heartstrings.

This former playboy, who had experienced life and death and was beginning to evolve into a true hero, immediately had tears in his eyes.

Tony casually pulled out a bottle of top-quality brandy that had been prepared in advance in the living room and personally filled Ang's glass.

"Cheers to our bastard father!"

"Cheers——"

The two drank their drinks in one gulp, their eyes met, and a strange sense of closeness arose between them.

Tony immediately refilled his glass after finishing his: "This glass is my formal thanks to you for saving my life."

"I didn't," Ang laughed.

"No! If you don't buy me time, I'm finished."

Ang didn't say anything, and drank it.

"This toast is to you for reminding me of what Stanislavsky did. Without you, Stark Industries would be finished."

Ang silently drank his third cup.

"This last drink is on behalf of Ethan to thank you."

Ang was extremely embarrassed, but refused: "No, since we've already made it clear, then next time I go over there, let Ethan toast me himself."

"Okay!" Tony didn't hesitate and drank it himself.

After a few drinks, Tony and Ang quickly became acquainted and started putting their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Ang, I don't know if you're helping me to prove yourself or for some other reason. Anyway, I, Tony, owe you two lives—one human life and one career life. As long as you don't hurt me or my woman, and don't ruin my company, then I'll be your best buddy in the world. I'll take care of anything for you, no matter how big the problem."

I must say, Tony is a really good guy.

Despite his many unreliable traits, he is incredibly loyal to his friends.

Not to mention that in this life, Ang was the savior of both Tony and Ethan, and Tony was truly grateful to Ang.

After another half bottle of wine, the two guys really became friends.

Ang said irritably, "What conspiracy! I'm just a bastard. If that bastard Bruce suddenly gets carried away, gets married, has a kid, and then I'm nothing, he can just give me a little money and kick me out."

Tony's tongue was a little thick: "So this is why you secretly trained in martial arts, then killed [Black Mask], and took his money?"

"Bullshit! I practice martial arts because I think my bodyguards are unreliable."

"The bodyguard should be fine. European nobles used to have their own people watching over their illegitimate children. Old-fashioned families loved that." Tony took another sip. "By the way, I saw the video of the Golden Gate Bridge. The part where you took down that lizard lunatic was really cool."

"Alright, since you were in New York that day, it wasn't my problem."

This is not flattery.

Iron Man, who can fly, has heavy firepower, and possesses a laser cutting system, is truly the perfect counter to Dr. Lizard.

"Now that you're rich, how about I help you take over Wayne Enterprises?"

"Good idea."

Tony, slightly tipsy, opened his laptop and glanced at Wayne Enterprises' stock price: "Damn it, Wayne Enterprises' stock price is too stable, and the market capitalization is huge. Dude, if I really wanted to help you, I'd have to sell at least half of Stark Industries to shake Bruce's stake."

"Forget it. It's fine as it is."

"Alright, call me if you need anything. Now that you're in New York, I can continue my mission to the Middle East to deal with the Ten Commandments gang without worry."

"Uh, wait a minute, go back and get me an insulating case made of some kind of rubber material before you leave."

"What standards?"

"The higher the better, as long as it can withstand tens of thousands of volts, don't worry about the size."

"OK."

……

Outside, Toms's house is definitely a top-tier luxury residence.

The 200-square-meter hall was decorated entirely in a modern art style, with abstract chandeliers everywhere and furniture that seemed to be works of art, which greatly impressed the guests.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent side hall, which is over 100 square meters in size, wild electronic music was playing. On a normal day, the young boys and girls, who are mostly students, would probably be dancing wildly in there.

But today, all the limelight was stolen by that red and gold humanoid metal creation.

Iron Man – America's current top idol, the number one idol in the hearts of all young men and women.

Compared to the superhumanly powerful Superman, the public feels a natural affinity for Tony Stark, who is also an ordinary human being. His high-tech armor gives mortals the illusion that "I could do that too."

Young people surrounded Iron Man, taking photos and screaming. A group of beautiful women chatted absentmindedly while their eyes kept drifting towards the reception room where Tony and Angle had just entered.

It's important to understand that every woman who has slept with "national husband" Tony Stark, even if she doesn't end up marrying into the Stark family, still sees her value skyrocket. Take Christine, the reporter from back then; in this life, she became famous because Tony slept with her, and now she hosts her own solo show.

Besides, whoever succeeds now won't be sleeping with just an ordinary rich kid, but with Iron Man!

The girls' excited shouts clearly affected Toms and his daughter.

Normally, the host family wouldn't be happy with such behavior of the guest overshadowing the host.

As the saying goes, if someone has a powerful enough background, they're a distinguished guest that you can't invite even on a normal day.

Liz noticed that the boy she had her eye on seemed to have an unusual adoration for Iron Man.

That's how all the boys here are, I'd say.

The door to the reception room opened ten minutes later.

The two figures, arms around each other's shoulders, became the focus of attention.

An ordinary person wouldn't notice anything, but Adrian Tooms' eyes narrowed suddenly. He clearly remembered that when Tony first arrived, he was obviously not familiar with the young man named Ang, but now the two looked like long-lost brothers. What exactly did they talk about inside?

Adrian—no, this Mr. Vulture who hasn't even made his public debut in New York yet—was curious about this. Unfortunately, he secretly checked the surveillance footage, and all the electronic equipment was jammed.

This is the electronic technology used in Iron Man.

At this moment, Tony, who had become the star of the party, came out, and Adrian naturally went to greet him.

"I apologize for the late greeting. I am Adrian Tooms, the host of this place. Mr. Stark, your presence is a great honor."

Tony politely shook Adrian's hand: "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I came without an invitation."

"No, no, no! Your face is a universal invitation." Adrian wasn't just being polite; he was stating a fact.

There aren't many people in the entire United States who don't buy Tony Bills.

Tony looked around and politely complimented, "Great party."

"This is my little daughter, Liz..."

Before Adrian could finish speaking, Tony noticed a group of pretty girls about to swarm over and introduce themselves. Tony frowned and said, "I really wanted to enjoy this party, but unfortunately I have to leave urgently."

These words instantly froze Harry Osborn, who considered himself of high status. He had, for his part, already squeezed to Toomes' side, intending to follow closely behind his host and greet Tony.

In fact, Harry even extended his hand, intending to shake hands.

Tony ignored him.

Ang had a feeling that if a gust of wind blew by, Harry, who was already petrified, would shatter on the spot and then scatter, scatter, scatter...

(End of this chapter)