Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 37 Villa on Black Quicksand

Before anyone could react, Tony snapped his fingers, and Iron Man, controlled by the AI ​​Jarvis, strode over. This humanoid metallic figure was the perfect shoveler, and many people hurriedly moved aside.

He inexplicably showed up, then hurriedly tried to leave; Tony's actions were just so unpredictable.

As a recognized true genius, he was just that willful in his actions.

His sudden departure caught everyone present off guard. Ang noticed that Peter was holding an autograph book, presumably wanting Tony's autograph.

"Hi, Tony," Ang said.

"Um?"

"Could you please give Peter an autograph? He's a huge fan of yours... well, a very special one." Ang's words surprised everyone, especially Peter. One second, Peter's face showed undisguised disappointment, the next second, he looked at Ang with nothing but gratitude.

"OK!" Tony replied readily, snatching the autographed book from Peter's hand. "Your name is Peter, right?"

"Peter Parker".

"Okay—to—Peter Parker!" Tony signed his name with a flourish and handed it back to a satisfied Peter.

At that moment, Peter wasn't a superhero at all; he was just a completely star-struck, fanatical fan.

Casually, Tony's gaze shifted to Gwen, who had already come to Ang's side. Tony smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, good luck! If you can get my buddy, you'll be set."

This guy doesn't even know Gwen's name.

Gwen immediately gave an awkward but polite smile.

At this moment, Harry, who was standing next to him, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

As the eldest son of a wealthy family, Harry had always been arrogant and used to looking down on others. He had never been treated with such disrespect. He stepped forward and said rather rudely in a loud voice, "Mr. Stark, I am Harry Osborn. Perhaps we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

The talk of cooperation was just for show; the most important thing was that Harry wanted to save face.

"Cooperation?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "Anything over a billion, let your father handle it. Anything less, go find Ang."

There's no way around it; this world is all about power. Look at the US president. When presidents of smaller countries come, they only get to sit on a small stool. Even when they visit an actor's home, the president sits while the actor stands.

In short, Harry, who isn't even Chief Osborn, has no right to speak to me, Tony.

This is the younger brother position that Harry deserves.

Harry was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

But there's nothing we can do about it!

We're all conglomerates, but those in the arms trade have more power than you.

Tony has billions of dollars at his fingertips; he doesn't have time to play childish games with you.

Harry was completely ignored.

Ang laughed: "Hey! You just had a drink, are you going to get a headline about Iron Man crashing soon?"

"Don't worry, this thing has an autopilot function." Tony walked somewhat unsteadily into the Iron Man suit.

"Pfft—" Iron Man's visor snapped shut, and a dazzling trail of flame shot out from the back of his suit. Tony was sent flying away.

The main character is gone, but the party continues.

If a group of pretty girls can't catch Tony, the big fish, can't they settle for something less?

You, Ang, didn't run away without your Iron Man suit, did you?

Feeling the approaching surging waves and the increasingly scorching gazes, Ang grabbed a shield labeled "Gwen," smiled at those around him, and politely declined all the girls.

This incident must have made countless girls secretly stomp their feet in frustration.

Ang greeted Tombs and Harry politely and accepted Peter's thanks. He then took Gwen to the balcony on the second floor, with his bodyguard Louis even closing the door behind him and standing guard at the entrance.

Ang and Tony leaving at least brought the party back to a normal atmosphere. Those two guys put too much pressure on ordinary people. This wasn't just frying fish; it was like a giant whale frolicking in a standard swimming pool, leaving no room for the other fish (people).

Feeling the gentle breeze outside, Gwen smoothed her slightly disheveled blond hair. "Ang, thank goodness you didn't completely fall out with Harry Osborn. Otherwise, I would have been in big trouble."

"miserable?"

"Of course, I'm still working part-time at the Osborne Group, studying as well. After Dr. Connors's incident, I was transferred to a new department."

Ang shrugged: "If he dares to make things difficult for you, I'll just invest in a new company and make you a manager."

Even though everyone was speaking in a joking tone, Gwen felt a dazed sense of being shocked by the power of money.

With Tony Stark's endorsement, saying that Ang would handle anything under a billion dollars, it actually means that Ang could really pull out billions of dollars at will!

No, I can't talk to these money-powered monsters about this!

Just then, Gwen's expression changed slightly.

This is the second floor. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the ballroom on the first floor, Gwen could clearly see Peter embracing Liz, dancing gracefully to the music.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that the two of them had an extremely harmonious style, and anyone who saw them would think they were a perfect couple.

Gwen was a little confused.

Just then, Ang brought his mouth close to Gwen's ear, and the masculine scent made Gwen very uncomfortable.

However, Ang's words were quite explosive: "This villa is built on black quicksand."

Gwen's pupils suddenly dilated as countless thoughts flooded her mind.

She wasn't an ignorant young girl. In America, whether in finance or manufacturing, it's not uncommon for someone to be a billionaire today and homeless tomorrow. People often describe the wealth of the rich as castles built on quicksand. And the black sand implies that the Tombs family's money is tainted.

Peter Pullitz is going to be in trouble!

For a moment, Gwen was completely at a loss as to what expression to wear when facing Ang or what to say in response.

At this moment, the song in the dance hall below ended.

Soon it became Harry Osborn dancing with Liz, while Peter was with Mary Jane.

Gwen slowly exhaled a breath of stale air: "It's true that Peter has been my childhood friend. But he and I are both free."

Gwen paused for a moment, then laughed: "I'm your date! At least today!"

Gwen's pointed remark actually made Ang feel relieved.

Spider-Man has dated over twenty women in his 'history,' enough to form a platoon: besides those already on the scene, there's Spider Silk, Silver Sable, Black Cat, Betty, and even Black Widow.

Peter is a complete slut.

This is also the best description of American customs.

On the contrary, Ang, who was a time traveler from the Celestial Empire, was a little reserved.

Ang suddenly mocked himself in his heart: If I'm so restricted in everything, what am I doing here?

Since Gwen was "rich and generous," Ang stopped arguing and flashed a charming smile: "Alright! My lady, let's go dancing."

When Gwen got to the dance floor, she suddenly realized that Ang, this "gentleman," had actually touched her abs. She immediately regretted it and wanted to punch Ang...

The party ended in a lively and bustling atmosphere.

This party was special and destined to be remembered by the world. Before this, New York had never seen more than five superheroes on stage together, let alone two major villains, Green Goblin and Vulture.

In fact, this record was not broken until the Avengers came out.

(End of this chapter)