Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

He braced himself and made the call. On the other end came melodious, soothing light music, along with Angel Yan's captivating voice.

"Cheers."

A drink in the afternoon was truly an exceptionally pleasant thing.

Stark was green with envy as he listened to Angel Yan's voice. This was practically heaven on earth.

Lin Yan not only enjoyed fine wine, but also had a beautiful woman by his side.

As for him, he could not have been more pathetic.

"Mr. Lin Yan, I have a favor to ask."

Stark did his best to keep a smile on his face.

Lin Yan held his wineglass.

He smiled faintly.

Then he looked at Angel Yan.

"Should I agree?"

"Miss Yan, please, you must grant my request. I, Stark, will repay even the smallest kindness tenfold."

Stark swore solemnly.

"Oh, then consider it charity."

Angel Yan's voice was cold.

Charity? Fine, charity it was.

Pepper Potts stared in astonishment at Stark, who was grinning like an idiot, while Colonel Rhodey stared blankly at Qi Lin.

"Then let's go."

Qi Lin spoke with a cold expression. Then they witnessed a ridiculous sight: Stark actually bent over and said to Qi Lin,

"Come on, I'll be your white horse."

Pepper Potts: "..."

Colonel Rhodey: "..."

Meanwhile.

At an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The vice president had already received Rhodey's message: Iron Patriot had been taken, and the president was also in mortal danger.

But they were still one step too late.

At that moment, aboard a large aircraft, numerous officials were discussing matters with the president amid luxurious amenities and comfortable seats. The president himself looked quite relaxed.

To the president, this was an utterly ordinary trip.

"With Colonel Rhodey protecting us, even terrorists wouldn't dare come near. He's the strongest fighter—"

A military official