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Chapter 97 Tony Stark(1/2)

Under the systematic introduction, Lin Yu learned about the Hand of God.

The Hand of God is not a real "Hand of God", but an attribute skill. After this skill is released, the power of both hands will increase several times, comparable to a blow by a martial arts master.

Similarly, it is also a growth type skill. The stronger the messenger, the stronger the power it releases, and can explode unlimitedly.

"I see!"

Lin Yu murmured to himself, as if he had thought wrong before, and continued to drink coffee and listen to the story on the stage.

...

After the award ceremony, Tony still did not show up.

Lin Yu looked at the time, got up and walked out.

Since the check-in location this time is the cave where Tony was locked up, we naturally need to see Tony himself first.

Outside the hall, Lin Yu met Colonel Rhodes.

"Hello, Colonel Rhodes!"

Lin Yu walked side by side with Rhode casually, stretched out his right hand and said lightly: "Reporter Lin, I'm very happy to know you."

Rod shook hands with Lin Yu, with a puzzled face on his face and asked in confusion: "Lin, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, you know."

Lin Yu shrugged, spread his hands and smiled, "Everyone knows that you and Mr. Tony are good brothers, so I want to..."

"Want to see him?" Rhode asked.

Lin Yu nodded: "Yes."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

"Because, you must know where he is."

...

Ten minutes later, a casino.

"We should spend a good night together!"

Tony had just finished throwing a dice and hugged a blonde beauty with his right hand, twisting his waist and hips, and said flirtatiously.

"Of course, I think it's OK."

The blonde beauty's eyes were filled with autumn waves and her body was tightly pressed against Tony.

"You are really unreasonable!"

Suddenly, an inappropriate voice sounded, and Tony turned his head and saw his best friend appear.

He whispered, "No!"

"They don't force you to present the award, you know."

"No, they didn't force me... I'm so sorry!"

"But they told me that if I present you an award, you will be very honored."

"Of course I feel very honored. After all, it was you who presented the award." Tony shrugged, looking at him indifferent, and asked, "When will the award be presented?"

"I've brought the trophy to you."

As always, Tony and his best friend Rhode began the verbal process. Rhode handed the trophy to Tony and smiled and said, "Give it to you!"

"Sorry." Tony spread his hands.

"It's okay." Rhode shrugged, looking indifferent.

He knew Tony's personality best. Although he liked to verbally, if a friend was in trouble, he would definitely be the first person to stand up.

Tony, from the bottom of his heart, is kind.

"By the way, I'll introduce you to a friend."

Rhode hugged Tony, took him out of the flowers, pointed at Lin Yu and said, "Lin, a reporter from Vanity Fair."

Tony looked at Lin Yu and said, "Male?"

"He comes with me and wants to ask you a few questions." Rhodes held his forehead and expressed helplessness.

"Mr. Stark, I am a reporter from Vanity Fair, Lin." Lin Yu stretched out a hand and looked at Tony with a smile.

Tony shrugged and said, "You know, my time is precious."

As he said that, he walked out with a group of bodyguards.

What can a man have to say to him?

"Mr. Stark, aren't you planning to talk?" Lin Yu stood there, shouting at the top of his throat, staring at the front.

Tony raised his hand and said, "By bye, Lin!"

Rhode stood beside Lin Yu, patted Lin Yu on the shoulder heavily, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I can't help..."

"It's okay, at least I met Mr. Stark."

Lin Yu was not disappointed, but was in high spirits.

Rhode nodded, then walked outside.

Looking at Tony's confident look, a smile suddenly appeared on Lin Yu's face. His first step was to complete.

Indeed, he is as dark as he is.

...

Meanwhile, Tony has walked out of the hall.

"Mr. Stark, please disturb me, Mr. Stark..." A female reporter walked towards Tony in high heels and said:

"I'm Kristen Evohart, a reporter for Vanity Fair, can I ask you a few questions?"

Why is it "Vanity Fair" again?

Tony frowned and had one foot in the car.

"It's pretty good, sir."

On the side, the bodyguard looked at Christine and reminded.

As Tony's bodyguard, he naturally knew the temperament of his boss. He was a real playboy.

"Hi, what's your problem?"

Tony turned around and smiled.

"Someone calls you contemporary Leonardo da Vinci, what's your thought about this?" Christine took a step forward and looked at Tony with a charming look.

"Inexplicably amazing!"

Tony shrugged and quipped, “I don’t draw.”

"What do you think of your other title, Death Merchant?" Christine continued, her eyes filled with autumn water.

“This is not bad.”

Tony took off his sunglasses, stared at Christine, and said, "I guess you should be from Berkeley."

"No, it's Brown University."

"Well, Miss Brown University, this world is not perfect, but we have no choice. I promise you that if I don't need to change the peace one day, I will change to a children's hospital."

Tony's words are simply impeccable.

"You have practiced this many times?"

"Practice in front of the mirror every night before going to bed."

"You can see!"

Christine was gradually attracted by Tony and smiled.

"I want to take you to see it with my own eyes."

Tony's expression was still serious, but his words were unruly.

It is hard to imagine that from weapons manufacturing to romance and love, Tony only used a few words.

"Wow, can't you have insomnia if you do this?"

Christine continued to ask, curiously.

"I want to have a few sleepless nights with you!"

As he said that, Tony took Christine's hand and took her into the car.

Although the trip was not smooth and he met a male reporter, Christine's appearance was a good medicine to heal his wounds.

Tonight, artillery fire is destined to be endless.

In the distance, Lin Yu lowered his head and leaned his back against the wall. Listening to the conversation between Tony and Christine, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
To be continued...
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