On that peaceful day, no one knew that the gears of fate had already begun to turn.
John felt a faint stirring in his heart, something he had never experienced before.
Could that brat Shang-Chi be bad-mouthing me?
Rubbing his nose, John felt puzzled.
After arranging for those close to him to leave, John began preparing for battle.
This would be a tough fight.
"I need a spell to protect the house."
Remembering that one unlucky soul had even had his newly built tower demolished after this battle, John felt he ought to protect his property.
Inside the house, he drew his wand and began waving it.
"Protego Totalum."
Soft light from the wand connected with the empty air, spreading into a barrier that could shelter the house.
It was a protective spell that could keep a house within a certain area from suffering damage.
After casting the spell on both his laboratory and his residence, John headed to Taran Industries.
Ivan had already installed an Exhaust System in the Second-Generation Fighter, giving his otherwise trapped body odor a way out.
When John found him, he was exchanging flirtatious glances with a waitress at the coffee shop.
"Ahem."
"What? This isn't an office romance." Seeing John, Ivan immediately looked away.
"You're twenty years older than her." John walked over and reminded the shameless old man, "If you'd gotten married, she could be your daughter's best friend."
"This is the United States." Ivan clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Love knows no age."
"But your bodies do," John mercilessly pointed out. "You think you like her for who she is? You just want her body, you sleazebag."
"All right, I surrender." Ivan raised both hands in surrender. "What do you need me for? Surely you didn't come just to stop