On the way, Skinny Man kept chattering, talking about this and cursing that. His scrawny body somehow housed an enormous voice, making him seem downright bizarre. People in several cars ahead and behind could hear him yelling.
In the end, Donnie could not take it anymore and knocked Skinny Man out with a brick. The world was finally quiet. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled in satisfaction.
Donnie laid out the food in the house and bought some fine liquor, filling a large table in the living room. The aroma was irresistible, with all kinds of dishes from both Eastern and Western cuisine. Restaurant staff kept arriving with more deliveries.
"This time, I'm going all out. We're having a lavish feast," Donnie said.
At the mention of a feast, Donnie recalled the banquet at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. That had been true extravagance. The bald professor was a billionaire tycoon, so one meal meant nothing to him.
Donnie was different. He was just a struggling ordinary guy. Even though he had tens of millions of dollars in assets, he still needed to watch his spending. His abilities were money pits. After some time, he planned to find Tony, pick up some relevant reference books to study, and further upgrade his Transformers. Who knew how much money that would burn through?
Everyone gathered around the table. Old Bartender brought out the red wine he had looted from Deacon. It was fine wine, aged for over thirty years. With bottles in hand, everyone began boasting.
Skinny Man shamelessly tagged along, showing no intention of treating himself as an outsider. He insisted on having a few drinks. He poured himself a huge glass and drank the red wine like beer. Old Bartender's eyes turned red at the sight, and he