New York.
A city of sin known as Little Gotham.
A paradise for the rich, a hell for the poor.
Inside the lobby of Stark Industries.
The invited media personnel were each busy making preparations.
Reporters waved their notepads and ballpoint pens to make sure they would not run out of ink at a crucial moment, while photographers searched for angles that would produce perfect footage.
Everyone was busy, and the reason was simple.
That man—the man who had disappeared for an entire week—was about to return!
Tony Stark would be making a powerful comeback tonight.
Soon, Pepper Potts, who was responsible for maintaining order before the conference, stood smiling in front of the podium in a professional suit. She said solemnly to the crowd, "Good evening, reporters. I know you have many questions, but at the same time, I am extremely glad that Mr. Tony Stark was able to escape danger and return to our side!"
As she spoke, it was as though she had thought of something, and her face flushed crimson.
"Anyway, let us welcome Mr. Tony Stark back!"
Following Pepper Potts's call, a tall, muscular man soon emerged from the waiting room behind her.
At 1.8 meters tall and dressed in a black suit, he looked exceptionally handsome.
The moment many reporters saw Tony, disbelief spread across their faces.
No, what kind of international joke was this?
This man, whose physique could practically rival that of a professional model, was Tony Stark?
Damn it, this guy was nearly 1.8 meters tall, while Tony was, at most, 1.72 meters.
This was not Tony at all.
That thought surfaced in many minds, but when they saw the annoyingly smug expression on Tony's face, they became certain that this man was Tony.
The same arrogance, the same cocky expression.