The Latecomers

Henry ignored the chubby boy jumping around by the pool and left the pool via the iron escalator on the other side.

Then he took off his soaking wet suit jacket, draped it over one shoulder, loosened his tie with the other, and strode confidently toward the villa's gate.

The chubby boy ran up and stopped the person, saying, "Damn it, go get my phone back, or you think I won't fire you?"

"Oh, sir, no need for that. I'm quitting. You can save yourself the trouble of firing me and just get a new mobile phone."

Honestly, based on Henry's knowledge of the electronics market, trading this suit for a cell phone was a steal!

So Henry didn't want to stay and argue, and he pulled the fat boy away. This was with restraint; otherwise, if he had pushed harder, the fat boy might have been stuck to the wall and turned into a meat patty.

Interestingly, the reception staff or bodyguards, who were also arranged by the banquet company, all acted as if they hadn't seen what was happening.

This was actually the banquet company's instruction. If a conflict occurred, don't hurt anyone; just leave, and everything will be easier to handle afterwards. But if someone is assaulted, the situation changes. If the bodyguards don't intervene, it's considered dereliction of duty.

This shows that the banquet company is aware of the nature of these wealthy people. So they probably already have a standard procedure in place. Otherwise, wouldn't they get tired of playing the "CEO vs. Special Forces Bodyguard" game every day?

Just as Henry reached the front yard of the villa, a flashy red Ferrari sports car was let in through the open gate, blocking Henry way.

The man who stepped out of the sports car was none other than Tony Stark, one of Henry's targets. He casually tossed a set of keys over and said, "Park my car. Oh, it's you."

Upon being recognized, Henry tossed the keys back without a word, then said, "Which eye of yours saw that I was a parking attendant? Would you like to change the seat cushions?"

"Oh, you look like a pile of shit."

Henry's clothes were still dripping wet even without being wrung out. So Tony Stark's feeling was indeed correct.

"So don't even think about getting this shit smeared on your leather seats. Unless you really want to replace them, in which case I'd be happy to help you make that decision."

After saying that, Henry had no intention of apologizing to Tony Stark, who had finally appeared.

The people inside were all rich and powerful, and I had offended them all; it was probably just my fate. Whether or not I lost a young Stark seemed insignificant.

If Hollywood really doesn't work out, there are plenty of other places that will. A Kryptonian like me isn't going to be driven to desperation.

So Henry decided to avoid that flashy Ferrari and leave this lousy villa.

However, this departure attempt also failed! The closed gate was rammed open by a car, which stopped in the position that blocked the Ferrari from moving.

Two gunmen got out of the car that crashed in, one of them holding a gun to Henry's head.

No one is allowed to leave.

The other person, naturally, was to control Tony Stark.

Henry had no intention of playing the hero. Even if his Steel Body should be able to stop bullets, he hadn't seriously verified it yet. So Henry didn't intend to conduct an experiment at this moment; he simply obediently raised his hands in surrender.

"Tell me! Where is Josh Hill?" the gunman who had Henry under his control demanded.

"Who is Josh Hill?" Henry asked innocently.

The name was indeed on the guest list he had seen. But the list didn't include a photo, so Henry couldn't possibly connect a name he had seen with someone he didn't recognize.

Incidentally, while recalling the list, Henry noticed that there was only one person on the list whose name was "Justin" —Justin Hammer.

Is this the "Justin Hammer" I remember? The Hammer Industries boss who appears as a buffoon in the Iron Man movie series.

But this guy doesn't resemble the actor I remember— Sam Rockaway—nor does he look like the frail, sixty- or seventy-year-old from the comics.

So, you really can't judge a book by its cover. Henry was a little disappointed, but he glanced at Tony Stark again, hoping to find a bit of Robert Downey Jr. in him.

I was fine until I looked, and then I was shocked!

This young master was completely unconcerned about the threat of firearms; one could also say that the person who approached him with a gun was too careless, closing the distance between them to within arm's reach.

Tony Stark parried the gun, removing the threat. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he sent his opponent's weapon flying to the ground.

Seeing this, the gunman watching Henry moved his gun away, preparing to shoot anyone who dared to resist.

Now Henry had no choice but to act. He couldn't let Tony Stark get shot, nor could he expect the two men to be merciful and let the other go after subduing the rebel, even if Henry clearly stated his surrender.

It's just a matter of one bullet. These two killers may not be very experienced, but they don't seem to have much of a psychological burden when it comes to shooting someone.

It is said that a gun is fast from seven paces away, and even faster and more accurate within seven paces!

But if you're face-to-face and still dare to move your gun away, don't talk about speed or accuracy. Go get your head checked first.

So, with quick reflexes and sharp eyes, Henry grabbed the gun and controlled its direction. Then, with just the right amount of force, he punched his opponent across the chin, knocking him unconscious and making his eyes roll back.

The unconscious gunman lay motionless on the ground, his weapon naturally falling into Henry's hands. Meanwhile, Tony Stark was engaged in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat with his opponent, their visceral, intense exchange leaving onlookers utterly embarrassed...

Why is WWE, with its performance-style wrestling, so exciting to watch? It's because of its performative nature, making both the attackers and defenders' fights entertaining.

But when two passersby exchanged blows, the onlookers only felt awkward, not anything else.

However, it was still clear that Tony Stark had a background in boxing. It's just that after taking a few punches, his opponent stopped using boxing techniques and instead tried to grab Tony while taking more punches.

Without heavyweight punches to knock out his opponent with a single blow, Tony Stark could only resort to relentless, drawn-out battles.

But Tony Stark's brilliant mind prevented him from being completely unaware of anything beyond his opponent; he certainly noticed that Henry had cleanly and efficiently dealt with his opponent and even obtained the gun.

"Fuck, what are you standing there for! Shoot him!" Tony yelled.

This shout, however, failed to frighten his opponent. This burly man, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, was stubborn and only wanted to control the young man in front of him as quickly as possible.

Henry didn't listen to Tony Stark's order to fire; he actually fired. He pretended to take a shot, acting as if he couldn't aim at the unfamiliar assassin amidst the movement and shifting positions of the two men.