Winds and Waves Begin to Rise

Tony raised an eyebrow, the Etiquette Cane striking the ground heavily. "Nothing's stopping you from using that damned hypnosis on me today!"

"Let me finish first."

Yuri lounged on the sofa, crossing his legs leisurely. "I knew you'd come knocking, so let's set a rule from now on."

"The first time you come to me to test your 'Anti-Yuri Weapon' or 'Anti-Yuri Device,' it'll cost you one million dollars! The second time, two million; the third, four million... and so on."

"'Anti-Yuri' is a good name!"

Tony clearly only heard the first part. Money? Was there anyone on Earth richer than him?

"I'm taking it. Need to pay royalties?"

Yuri shrugged indifferently. This name was something you'd come up with later anyway, just like 'Anti-Hulk' or 'Anti-Thanos.'

Whoever you're anti-ing gets beaten by you~

It's for good luck.

"I'll wire you three million when I get back—one million for your service fee, the rest for the royalties."

Yuri raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were buying two chances to use me!"

Tony flicked his hair with confidence, his tone arrogant as he taunted the opponent on the sofa. "Beating you? Once is forever!"

Yuri didn't argue. His brilliant Golden Pupils glowed faintly. The Gentleman's Hat Tony refused to take off despite his sweat-soaked hair floated up, revealing his drenched locks and a terrified face beneath. "What the hell kind of damn ability is this?!"

"Telekinesis?!"

Yuri didn't explain. He used Mark's Table Knife to prop up the hat, spinning it gently in his hand. "If you keep going, the amount hitting my account should be five million."

Tony took a deep breath, inching closer to Yuri. "OK, OK, money's no problem, but I want my hat back, and then I want you to do what you did to me in the cave..."

"You know... the eye-rolling thing."

Yuri smiled brightly, standing up and returning the hat harmlessly. "That little gadget inside is impressive, but putting it in the hat is just stupid. Here's my advice: weld it to your skull."

"I'll think about it."

Remembering the iron armor he'd built but never assembled in the cave, Tony nodded, tipping his flashy hat. He bent like a matador, aiming the hat's crown at Yuri's eyes. "Come on, Yuri!"

A streak of pure white climbed into the brilliant Golden Pupils, soon replacing them entirely.

Yuri activated his ability. When he tried to enter Tony's mind, he felt a faint resistance. But it was too small—he had to carefully control his power to avoid defeating him too quickly and raising more suspicion.

Winning was certain.

But every time, he had to give Tony the illusion that "I barely beat you."

Sigh~

It's all for fun~

Bulging veins, beads of sweat, clenched fists, and tensed muscles.

Yuri threw every sign of exertion he could think of into his act. After a good ten-plus seconds, unable to keep it up, he suddenly dropped the pretense, gasping heavily as he collapsed onto the sofa.

Nearby, Tony expressionlessly poured a drink, "respectfully" handing a full glass of Vodka into Yuri's half-raised hand.

Taking a sip, Yuri addressed Tony, who stood at attention beside him. "You lost. Admit it?"

"Mother fuc...!"

"Admit it?"

"Fu...!"

"Admit it?"

"...I admit it."

Controlling Tony to sit on the farthest sofa, Yuri's pure-white eyes gradually returned to gold, and Tony regained control of his body.

"Motherfucker! Fuck you, mother—"

Furious, Tony leaped off the sofa, unleashing the curses he'd held back all at once at Yuri.

Just then, Mark and Happy, carrying the "body," heard Tony's enraged roar. Loyal Happy exchanged a glance with Mark and hurried up the stairs. "Boss! Boss!"

"What happened, Boss?"

Yuri watched Tony shift from rage back to a gentlemanly demeanor, raising his glass to the flustered Happy with a smile. "Tony's learning rap. Listen to how passionately he's singing."

"Let's go!"

Tony didn't even glance at the out Yuri offered. He took off his Gentleman's Hat, tossed it to Yuri, and strode off, banging the Etiquette Cane loudly as he went.

Happy looked at Yuri in distress: At this rate... could they still eat together?

Yuri followed Tony downstairs, passing Mark and casually plopping Tony's thrown hat onto Mark's head.

He glanced at Tony and explained loudly on purpose: "This is my trophy for today! I'm giving it to you, my dear Captain!"

"Happy!"

From outside the glass door, Tony called for his bodyguard. "Drive!"

"Coming, coming!"

Happy hurried back down the stairs. Once the car engine turned over, he politely rolled down the window to add a goodbye on behalf of his boss.

"Come play anytime, Happy~"

Yuri warmly saw off the guests, then grabbed Mark, who was yawning and reeking of alcohol as he headed back to the hotel. "Move the stuff first, then you can leave!"

Snap!

Obadiah used a cigar cutter to snip the tip off a fresh cigar. After toasting it for over ten seconds, he clamped down on the unlit end and took a hard drag.

Fragrant smoke billowed from his slightly parted lips, curling and dispersing before merging into the haze that already filled the entire office.

Ring...!

He patted the head under the desk, signaling her to keep quiet. Obadiah unhurriedly answered the call. A low voice came through: "Boss, we found something unusual in the cave. The pictures have been sent to your email, but the blueprints were destroyed in the fire."

Opening his email, Obadiah easily pieced together from the images a mechanical suit loaded with weaponry—one that would make whoever wore it unstoppable on the battlefield.

"Ship every single piece back to me. Remember, these things are more important than your life!"

Click!

The call ended.

Obadiah tapped a few buttons on his keypad phone and quickly found the Engineering Director's contact. "Secretly establish District 16 beneath the Arc Reactor. I want the best engineers. I'll send you the materials right now—get me a prototype built as fast as possible!"

Click!

He hung up. "Oh, my dear Tony!"

The woman rolled her eyes again in secret.

Who knew you were such a pervert!