Growing Stronger Through "Performance"

As the saying goes, it's not unusual for someone to be eager to approach you. But if someone actively comes up to you after hearing your name, Bruce would question their professional competence.

Conversely, Tony's impatient tone only made Bruce more convinced that the other man was truly capable.

So he stubbornly stayed.

Seeing this, Tony quickly pulled Clark aside and asked, "What's up with this guy?"

"Introduced by Angke ~"

"... This is just making things worse for me!"

"There must be a reason why Angke did this, right?"

"Bullshit, I bet he just doesn't want to use his own brain, that's why he's passing the buck to me."

"Ah?"

"Alright, go back to your room and do your homework."

"I'm ready."

"No, you don't have any. I put the homework I prepared for you in your room."

Clark:...

After sending the brat away, Tony then approached Bruce.

At this moment, the two of them were in the same position: head held high, chest out, hands in pockets.

After sizing up Tony, Bruce was puzzled. Although Tony was dressed plainly, his demeanor didn't seem like that of someone from a farm; he seemed more like someone from a wealthy, capitalist family.

Bruce then held out a hand. "Howard ~"

"We're not familiar with each other. Call me Mr. Potts, and I don't like interacting with strangers."

Tony ignored Bruce's outstretched hand and walked around to the warehouse.

Seeing this, Jonathan, who hadn't said much, quickly extended his hand to shake Bruce's. "Hello, I'm Clark's father, Jonathan Kent. Howard isn't a bad person, he's just a little... shy..."

Bruce almost burst out laughing when he heard this lame excuse.

How did he end up living in your house?

Normally, Jonathan wouldn't answer that question.

But he had overheard Tony and Clark's conversation; this man was clearly introduced by Lin.

"Uh, Howard is Lin's friend and Clark's tutor; he's just staying temporarily..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tony called out from inside the warehouse, "Jonathan, come help me out!"

"Coming!" Jonathan quickly apologized to Bruce, "Sorry, just a moment."

Bruce immediately followed.

Upon entering the warehouse, they discovered a hidden world inside.

In the corner sat a pile of expensive special steel, and in the middle of the warehouse were unopened instruments and materials, with the Wayne Enterprises logo printed on the cardboard boxes.

It resembles a large laboratory.

Looking to the side, Tony stood with his arms crossed, directing Jonathan to do his work.

"Move it 1.3 inches to the left, too much~, a little back, oh~ a little more to the left!"

In Bruce's eyes, Tony at this moment was like a slave owner, and Jonathan was the slave being ordered around.

At that moment, the other person's impression score plummeted.

From a young age, his father Thomas told him that while people may not have equal wealth and education, they have equal dignity.

Bruce then retorted sarcastically, "Don't you have hands?"

As soon as he said that, the two of them turned to look at him at the same time.

Jonathan hesitated, wanting to explain that Tony couldn't lift the hammer, but that would sound derogatory no matter how he phrased it.

Tony didn't have so many concerns. "What, you want to be a pushover?"

"At least I won't be as bad as you."

"Alright, Jonathan, you step aside and let him handle this."

"Uh, but..."

"It's alright, let him give it a try."

"Sigh!" Jonathan could only sigh and silently take two and a half steps back.

Tony smiled slightly and gestured for Mjolnir to proceed.

"Mr. Wayne, I don't have hands anyway, so why don't you take a look at yours?"

Upon seeing this, Bruce finally realized that there might be more to the story, but since the other party had already made their move, he had no choice but to accept it.

He took a few quick steps to the control panel, reaching out to push the hammer.

Hmm, is that a magnet?

Bruce applied even more force, but the hammer remained motionless. If Jonathan hadn't moved it earlier, he would have thought it was welded to the hammer.

Tony, who was opposite Bruce, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bruce couldn't lift the hammer either.

Sure enough, regardless of whether you're upright or not, this thing discriminates against every capitalist equally.

"Alright, stop fiddling with it. There are no mechanisms, Jonathan. Let's continue."

Jonathan shook his head, stepped forward, and, to Bruce's incredulous gaze, gave the hammer a gentle push, causing it to slide immediately.

"Watt?"

Unconvinced, he bypassed Jonathan and grabbed the hammer handle directly, but still nothing happened.

"What exactly is this?"

"A hammer you can't lift."

At that moment, Bruce felt as if a new world had opened up for him, and he became increasingly convinced that this person might actually be able to help him.

"Please teach me Mr. Potts!"

"No time!"

"I can fully sponsor your laboratory."

Upon hearing this, Tony seemed to recall Lin Xu's humiliation of him, and the word "poor bastard" began to echo in his ears again.

"Fuck you, you dare mention money to me? Take your money and get out of Smallville!"

Bruce refused to give up. "Since you don't need money, sir, just tell me what you want, as long as I can do it!"

Tony was silent for a few seconds. He suddenly remembered something that, while he could do it with his current abilities, it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

If Wayne Enterprises were to intervene, they would acquire it very easily.

"Okay, help me retrieve something. Once I have it, I might consider helping you."

"Mr. Potts, please speak!"

"S.T.A.R. Labs, Item No. 61982."

Midnight Daddy's Bar.

Lin Xu came here once again.

This time, he wasn't there to gather information.

In just one day, he had figured out the rules of the angelic body.

Unlike the Asgard body, which can grow in divine power as long as it lives, although this process takes a very long time.

The growth of an angel's power is unrelated to time and lifespan. Because of his metal element and responsibilities, the growth of an angel's power requires 'performance'.

In other words, he needs to examine the angels on Earth; for each angel he judges, his angelic power increases slightly...

The place with the most angels on Earth is Los Angeles, and the place in Los Angeles most likely to cause angels to fall is the Midnight Daddy's Bar.

So, sorry, Papa Midnite.

Bang~

The door to the bar's main hall was suddenly kicked open.

Whether angels or demons, everyone present fell silent upon seeing Lin Xu's face.

With six wings spread, a long spear pounded the ground.

"Everyone, put your hands on your heads and crouch down. Demons, stand on the left; angels, stand on the right; mixed-race individuals, stand in the middle; humans, turn left as you exit."

Snap

"I'm talking to you, you wingless mixed-blood, how dare you stand on the right side."