Fight First, Talk Later-Without Fighting, There Was No Way to Survive!

"So, you'd even be willing to sell your ass?"

"Huh?!"

Leon had seemed far too serious—one could even say solemn—so Future Tony had unconsciously grown nervous as well. He sat up straighter, fists clenched on his knees.

Then Leon suddenly hit him with that, nearly throwing out his back.

Future Tony: "Are you serious? = ="

Leon: "Of course I'm kidding. Hehe ω"

"To hell with your 'hehe'! I'm seriously asking you!" Tony practically flashed over, trying to grab Leon by the collar of his floral shirt and haul him up.

But Leon did not move at all. Still wearing a polite smile, he casually slapped away Tony's grubby hand.

Tony refused to let it go and insisted on teaching Leon a lesson. He reached out again, and Leon, still smiling, slapped his hand away again.

For a moment.

The smacking sounds of hands slapping echoed without end.

"Fine. You win."

In the end, Tony, whose stamina could no longer hold out, was the first to concede. Bent over with both hands braced on his knees, he panted heavily.

"Was that really necessary? You made it look like a hundred-meter sprint." Leon teased with a half-smile.

"You—"

Tony pointed at Leon with a trembling finger, unable to catch his breath.

"What about me? If you're weak, train more~"

Leon naturally knew that Tony was so feeble because he had been starved badly during those days drifting through space. His body had not fully recovered yet.

But chances to mock Tony for being useless were rare, so of course Leon had to seize one mercilessly.

"Alright, alright. I know what you mean. Of course I'll help you, my dear brother." As he spoke, Leon suddenly jabbed a needle into Future Tony's neck.

"Hiss—"

Tony sucked in a breath and covered the