The root of American comics

Chapter The Proud Man

Upper-class society never lacks banquets. .

Contact each other and achieve cooperation in interests.

Luxurious and luxurious accessories are decorated in the vast hall, and exquisite food is placed on the long tables. Hot beauties and handsome waiters shuttle among the upper class people, serving them with various drinks. Music that was too gentle was playing, and various lights were flashing around like dancing.

Famous writers exchanged ideas one after another. Mo Gausang, an energetic and yuppie old man, was the protagonist of the entire banquet.

Various celebrities would come up to chat with him.

Although Noh's fame has reached the point where he can be called a great writer, he just sneaks around to eat and drink because of his age. He sneaks away perfectly in advance to avoid everyone who wants to talk to him.

The miserable Rowan was doing all the socializing on his behalf, and could only occasionally glance at him as he ate lobster steak and drank juice.

Ignoring Rowan's overwhelming resentment, Noh picked around, picking up a steak here, an orange there, and occasionally eating a lobster.

Although he looked very leisurely, his eyes were always looking around. Those people infected by the darkness were already lurking here, but they just didn't act for some purpose.

"Hey kid, this is wine."

A hand stopped Noh's sneaking hand towards the wine glass. Noh looked at the nosy mustache and raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Stark, I thought you would be looking for a girl for tonight, rather than stymieing a child's curiosity."

"In fact, I planned to do the same, but until I saw a very dishonest little greedy cat who longed for the adult world." Tony Stark shrugged, took the wine glass with one hand, took a sip, and said to Noh : "Child, go drink something else. The strawberry juice there is very suitable for you."

"I actually prefer the orange flavor, like the one you have in your hand."

"Well, I think so too. This glass of orange fizz is really good." Tony Stark nodded in agreement, and patted Noh's hand that reached for the wine away, "You should be a few years older when you start drinking This, I mean well. Where are your parents? Oh, God, they are quite irresponsible."

Nohli straightened his sleeves and looked for something that could hit someone.

However, he finally gave up this tempting idea and sighed: "Mr. Stark, you are really free. However, I am surprised that you are not as bad as I heard."

"Actually, I thought you would ask for my autograph when you saw me. I've seen a lot of crazy boys your age. By the way, are you suppressing your surging heart? Believe me, kid, suppressed people don't It attracts girls, they like bad boys.”

Tony Stark said in a tone that sounded narcissistic.

"...actually, I'm quite popular."

"I think so too, after all, you look like a bad boy." Tony Stark immediately responded, and then said: "So, you suppress yourself so much when you see the idol you particularly admire, right? I understand your child , although I have never felt like this. However, young boys are like this, and I am a very kind person."

This steel beast is so wordy.

"I assume you are complimenting my appearance, Mr. Stark, so why did you come to me?" Noh rolled his eyes, gave up his obedient way of speaking, and leaned lightly on the table next to him, looking alone. He put his hands in his pockets and asked, "I don't remember having any interactions with you."

He saw Tony Stark coming straight towards him, but he didn't pay attention.

After all, he is just a somewhat famous and talented writer. Does this identity make Tony Stark any different from a normal person?

"...Okay, boy. I once read one of your idea articles, and the things in it were very interesting. I think you are a genius, well, although you are not as good as me, you are still good enough."

Tony Stark's duplicity made Noh helpless. Listening to him shouting like a boy, he couldn't help but said: "My name is Noh Igal, Mr. Stark."

"Well, actually, I'm old enough to be your dad."

Can you tell me how you lived to be so old? I think I can set up a topic.

Noh narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly: "So, do you want to say how old you are? In fact, Mr. Stark, if you have a problem in some way, you can go to the detective to find out who you have been intimate with. If you come into contact with women, you may be able to enjoy the joy of being a parent.”

Tony choked, but he didn't fight back. In fact, he did have something to ask of the boy in front of him, so he held back.

He already had some problems with his body. He knew that if he didn't do anything, his life would soon be terminated, so he wanted to do something. When he found that there was no good way in his hands, he asked Jarvis also helped him search on the Internet.

In the process, he discovered an article published in a scientific research magazine, which contained a very creative idea, which was to use a certain compound to react with metal elements and render it harmless in the human body, which could solve major problems. Some metal poisoning.

After he found this article, he immediately analyzed the synthesis data of the compounds mentioned in the article, but was unable to complete it due to the lack of core formulas.

But based on Tony's own knowledge and experience, it should theoretically be effective against his palladium poisoning.

However, he has never made up his mind to find this publisher, especially knowing that this was only an article published by an eleven-year-old boy a year ago. If you calculate this, the boy was only ten years old at that time. If he goes to find him, wouldn't it mean that he is no match for a ten-year-old child?

It wasn't until he got to know this child and came to a banquet with him that he decided to go find him.

If Noh knew Tony's thoughts, Noh would probably grab his arm and throw him over his shoulder. Who do you look down on?

Just like who is not a genius, he was known as the brain of China in his previous life. No other country would want to assassinate him. That formula took a while of thinking and some coincidences to come up with.

In fact, there is no need for ifs. Noh has roughly guessed Tony's thoughts now. It seems that Iron Man's sense of crisis is more than he thought. His palladium poisoning should still be very mild now.

"Actually, we should have a good chat, Mr. Stark. I can probably guess why you came to me."

Noh's narrowed eyes showed a slit.

Tony's face looked a little ugly.

……

In another corner of the banquet hall, a handsome Germanic young man took a sip of red wine, his eyes filled with darkness.