The viewpoint in the projection passed through the walls, rising higher and higher.
The image of the four gathered around the bar quickly shifted to the exterior of the tower, continuously shrinking.
When the entire Stark Tower and the surrounding buildings were projected in miniature,
a floating figure entered the frame.
Everyone could see only his back.
He wore a black combat suit, and sunlight falling upon him outlined perfect sections of muscle.
"Shit, why does that back look kind of familiar? Is he another villain? Those muscles look like he's been chugging protein powder for eighteen years!"
Strange, mixed in among the crowd, complained in confusion.
Then, the next second, Old Wang drove an elbow into his ribs.
Old Wang tightly covered his mouth and glared at him with wide eyes.
"Kid, do you have a death wish? That's Leon, your boss, the one in charge of Kamar-Taj. You said he drinks protein powder?"
Strange's eyes widened as well, and he carefully looked at the projection again.
A vague memory surfaced in his mind, and he immediately nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.
Not long ago, he had finally gotten into a car accident and joined Kamar-Taj. Back then, he had met the Sorcerer Supreme once.
Though it had only been that one meeting.
The Sorcerer Supreme's reputation for being petty had long been spread far and wide by a gatekeeper portrait called The Ancient One.
According to that portrait of The Ancient One, no one who offended the Sorcerer Supreme could get away.
She had even said that the last person to offend the one in charge of Kamar-Taj was called Dormammu, and he was still kneeling outside the Divine Kingdom Universe, weeping bitterly every day and begging to kiss the Sorcerer Supreme's instep.
At that thought,