"Are you satisfied now?"
With a gloomy expression, Stark snatched a reporter's microphone and smashed it against the wall. "Sue me."
After throwing out those words, he drove off in his luxury sports car.
With the media fanning the flames, the matter quickly escalated and caused quite a stir throughout society.
Iron Man Stark declared war on Mandarin.
During this chaotic period, the only place that remained as quiet as ever was Lin Yan's bar, which was still deserted no matter what happened.
Especially after the bombing, people were even more terrified at the mere mention of it.
"Want a drink?"
Lin Yan mixed a cocktail.
"Blue Margarita."
It was not for sale, only mixed for insiders such as Angel Yan and Qi Lin.
And, of course, Lin Yan himself.
A glass of Blue Margarita, as blue as the sea and sky.
It was derived from the Margarita cocktail, its overall color blue like the Caribbean Sea.
It was said to have been invented in memory of a woman who loved eating salt.
When mixing a Blue Margarita, a ring of salt had to be rubbed around the rim of the glass.
The drink was not particularly strong, suitable for women who could not hold their liquor or those who merely wanted a slight buzz.
The cool tones of the Blue Margarita suited Angel Yan perfectly as well.
Just as cold.
A beauty as frosty as ice.
Only when facing Lin Yan did she reveal even the slightest smile.
Crash! A figure burst inside. It was Iron Man, looking utterly miserable, his body covered in wounds as though he were on his last breath.
"Who?"
Angel Yan, who had taken a small sip of her drink, looked over coldly. Qi Lin reacted even faster.
She flashed over warily.
"Someone I