Burly Man, Mad Phoebe

Medical Center.

Outside the emergency room.

Avengers VS Women's Federation!

But the Women's Federation was clearly a little stronger.

Not to mention the bride-to-be Brooke, Kelly, who could rattle off Sex and the City quotes at will, and high-powered lawyer Miranda. The key was also high-end publicist Samantha, whose trash-talk output was completely off the charts.

As for the Avengers.

Aside from bridesmaid-to-be Rachel offering support from the side and Joey grinning foolishly as he cheered them on for no apparent reason, all the firepower came from bride-to-be Phoebe shouting.

"Ant-Man" Mike stood beside Phoebe with an incredibly awkward look on his face, utterly helpless.

Ross stood even farther back, looking so weak that he seemed ready to slip away at any moment, even if he was only there to make up the numbers.

But no one found it strange.

After all, scenes like this—and a Phoebe like this—were simply Ross's nightmare.

"Enough!"

Adam shouted to stop them. "You all don't care about money, right?"

"We don't!*2!"

Phoebe and Brooke shouted in unison.

"Fine."

Adam looked at Brooke. "I know Phoebe. She genuinely doesn't care about money, nor does she care about using money to build a flashy-looking wedding. She donated her wedding funds directly to the New York Children's Charity Fund and only planned to register at New York City Hall. But what about you?"

Hearing this, Mike immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone.

His face burned.

Because he had accompanied Phoebe back then. That scene...

"I don't care about that little bit of money either!"

Brooke sneered. "My fiancé is rich!"

"Exactly!"

Publicist Samantha chimed in. "That amount would only be enough to hire an ordinary band at best. You couldn't even hire a decent one!"

"Fine!"

Adam smiled. "Since neither of you cares