Better to Have It Yourself Than to Rely on Your Parents!

Night falls.

The surgery is over.

"Adam".

Meredith called out to Adam.

What are you doing?

Adam looked at her.

"Could you please look after Mr. Harper for me?"

Meredith gritted his teeth.

"No problem."

Adam nodded.

"Real?"

Meredith was utterly astonished.

Adam's personality has become quite clear after spending more than two months with him.

Adam has always explicitly refused such requests that confuse public and private matters.

If it weren't for the fact that the mere thought of Mr. Harper's smile gave her the creeps, she wouldn't be able to feel anything but creepy.

If it weren't for the fact that she only had three best friends —Liz, Cristina, George —and Adam her only real man, she wouldn't have been able to find a partner.

She won't make that request.

Moreover, she didn't have high hopes.

But to my utter surprise...

Adam surprisingly agreed immediately.

This made her momentarily unable to believe it.

Don't overthink it.

Adam explained, "This is a special case. You don't really think that what I told you before the surgery was just to scare you and get you the surgery, do you?"

"No..."

Meredith was very touched and quickly waved his hand.

"You guessed right."

Adam interrupted, "I was indeed trying to scare you before the surgery!"

"..."

Meredith was holding his breath there, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"But that was before the surgery, or more accurately, before I actually met Mr. Harper."

Adam became serious. "Things are completely different now. Mr. Harper is a dangerous man, and you really shouldn't associate with him anymore! This is no joke! If you believe me."

Meredith was taken aback. "I believe you, then what about you?"

"Danger is always relative."

Adam laughed and said, "Mr. Harper is dangerous to you, but he's safe to me."

Since he started hunting with Juno, Karen, and Heather, he has never felt fear again.

This caused all his other attributes to improve.

Unfortunately, the speed attribute, which is related to fear, remains stuck there, unmoved.

Sometimes, he felt helpless.

Meredith's expression was complicated.

There was gratitude towards Adam.

There are also points of criticism that arise unconsciously from Adam's pretentiousness.

Adam ignored Meredith's thoughts and took over Meredith's care, preparing to help look after Mr. Harper until he was discharged from the hospital.

Ring ring.

The phone rang.

Adam picked it up and took a look, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Rachel?"

"Adam, what kind of gift did you give me?! You've gone too far..."

Rachel's roar came through the phone.

Adam unconsciously took the phone away from his ear, waited a moment, and then said slowly, "Sorry, since you don't like it, I'll have someone take it back."

Dudu.

Dudu.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the dial tone.

Adam was not surprised at all.

Rachel's roar was loud, but she showed no anger whatsoever; it was clearly just for show.

This shows that she didn't like the gift at all; she's not that kind of person.

But the truth is, she really liked it.

Even.

Adam suspected she had already experienced it...

Ring ring.

Just as I was thinking about gossip and unconsciously revealed a playful smile, the phone rang again.

It's still Rachel.

"Rachel?"

"Adam, I am Phoebe."

But it was Phoebe's voice that came through the phone.

Phoebe.

Adam thought about it for a moment, and his lips twitched.

Best friends are truly amazing creatures.

They even talk about this.

Emmm...

"... Chandler, Monica, we miss you so much. It's been so long since you've been to our gatherings..."

Phoebe was talking at length about relationships on the other end of the line.

"Sorry, being an intern is just too busy."

Adam apologized. "Is everyone free tomorrow night? Let's get together?"

Maintaining a social circle requires time and effort from both parties.

Adam hasn't attended any of his old friends' group activities for over two months, which is indeed a bit unreasonable.

After all, time is a magical thing.

If you really want to, you can always find something if you try.

Yes, yes!

Phoebe giggled.

"Then it's settled. It'll be at Monica's apartment. I'll arrange dinner."

Adam laughed.

"Very good."

Phoebe clapped her hands on the other end of the phone. "By the way, Adam, my birthday is February 16th."

"..."

Adam's lips twitched.

It's only September now.

More than seven months have passed since my last birthday, and more than four months remain until my next birthday.

What are you trying to say?

"I didn't mean anything by it."

Phoebe chuckled and said, "I think you're really good to Rachel, but they're all friends, you shouldn't treat them differently, right? You should treat me the same way you treat her, okay?"

"Okay, I understand."

Adam was both amused and exasperated.

"I knew you were the best, Adam."

Phoebe was overjoyed.

Hang up the phone.

Adam shook his head.

He didn't know what the real United States social circle was like.

But the social circles depicted in American TV shows and movies can sometimes be just that bizarre.

Can you imagine asking your friend for Iron Suit through roundabout means?

However, after the initial shock subsided and he calmed down, Adam was able to understand.

Is it because Phoebe can't afford the Iron Suit?

That's really true!

Iron Suit come in various models, such as MK1, MK2, MK3, and the Hulkbuster Armor, as well as a rudimentary version of Whiplash and a bootleg version by Justin Hammer.

They're all called Iron Suit.

But are their combat capabilities on the same level?

Adam sent Tool Man No. 3 to the boutique on Eighth Avenue, which Barney Stinson has certified as highly recommended.

Leaving aside appearance and effect, Adam didn't know either.

But let's just talk about the price.

One is better than a hundred!

You get what you pay for.

It's perfectly normal for a woman as carefree as Phoebe to see this and act on it without hesitation.

"Thank goodness Monica didn't get involved..."

Adam muttered to himself.

Half an hour later.

Ring ring.

The phone rang again.

Adam opened it, looked at it, and slapped his forehead.

After the call connected, Monica's deliberately lowered voice, accompanied by the sound of running water, came from the other end of the line. After a roundabout conversation, she conveyed the same message as Phoebe...

"Chandler no longer does morning exercises?"

Adam frowned. "Didn't I remind you to make sure he does his morning exercise routine?"

"No."

Monica denied it. "We have always insisted on morning exercise."

"Then why?"

Adam was puzzled.

"This..."

Monica stammered for a while.

Adam finally understood.

In short: 'Having your parents' money is not as good as having it yourself!'

Adam thought about it and agreed.

If Monica hadn't had this spirit of exploration, she wouldn't have been able to come up with the 'Seven-Star Magic Array'...

Absolutely!

Adam agreed to all of them and had Tool Man No. 3 place the order as an early birthday present for them.

Yes, the version is Colonel Rhodes' modified version: Iron Patriot!

Adam was shaking his head when he suddenly heard a noisy commotion. He ran toward the sound and was startled.

But there Meredith was hiding, secretly watching something, as if some terrible thing was chasing her, and she was trembling all over...