Tony Stark's Offer of Cooperation

"Drop your weapons, raise your hands, and slowly walk out of the restaurant!"

Even in an obscure European town, America's influence had quickly reached this place. Based on the public phone booth Bai Cangshu had used to call the police, America and Stark Tech swiftly pinpointed the caller's location.

There was no helping it. Information of this level had quickly been confirmed: a group had indeed launched attacks in New York, causing more than several hundred casualties.

Whether it was the National Security Agency or more secretive departments, none of them would ignore the caller's information.

They quickly had the local police surround the area, while their own agents were also on the way.

Police lights flashed outside the restaurant, throwing the European town, which had only just fallen into night, into chaos. Many people gathered around, unable to understand what was happening.

The restaurant owner was a somewhat plump old man wearing a chef's apron. He stood at the entrance with his hands raised, completely at a loss.

But the customers at the table by the window were clearly the dangerous individuals the police were referring to. They were even waving him over.

"Boss, bring another round of what we just had. I mean every single dish~"

He saw the handsome Asian man with long black hair give the order in impeccably authentic British English, as though the heavily armed police outside did not exist.

Although Artoria could be considered a big eater, her table manners were not exaggerated, so she ate at an ordinary pace. She only felt that the host's way of eating did not resemble eating at all; it was more like... cultivation.

Tree Herder frowned, though he was not worried about the special police officers.

"His Excellency Mercenary Tao, how did you know Solomon's target