Happy stood rooted to the spot, with no intention of giving chase.
He was feeling rather emotional.
Never, ever get on the bosses' bad side!
When those two got ruthless, ordinary people simply couldn't take it.
That guy's fate was just too miserable!
Even Happy couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him.
Too brutal!!
As Happy was reflecting on this,
a familiar voice suddenly called out from the distance.
"Hey! Happy! What are you doing standing in the middle of the road in the middle of the night? Counting the ants on the ground? Hurry up and bring the car over. We're going home!"
It was Tony Stark's voice.
Happy was delighted to hear his boss.
I knew it. The boss really is fine!
He hurriedly answered.
"Coming right away, boss!"
Happy quickly drove the car over and parked it at the hotel entrance.
After opening the car door, Happy hurried over to Tony and Luca.
When he saw Happy approaching, Tony immediately began giving instructions.
"Happy, listen carefully." Tony pointed at the beautiful women behind him.
"Arrange a few cars to take the girls back to their places."
"And remember the most important thing: have the legal department draw up a nondisclosure agreement and get them to sign it."
"They can't breathe a word about anything that happened or any sounds they heard in the hotel tonight. No matter who asks, they can't say anything."
Happy stood up straight and nodded solemnly. "Understood, boss. I'll take care of it."
Tony then turned and patted Yinsen on the shoulder.
"Yinsen, you did very well tonight. You're good with a gun. You don't need to worry about what comes next."
"Go with Happy. He'll arrange a comfortable place for you to stay. Get some rest for a few days, and once everything's taken care of, we'll talk about other things."
Yinsen nodded at Tony's arrangements.
Just then, Luca, who was standing nearby, handed Happy a black card.
"Happy, take this. Buy Mr. Yinsen a nice apartment in a residential area downtown and put it in his name. Consider it compensation for the emotional distress he suffered tonight."
"Remember, it needs a good view and all the furniture. Money's no object. Just use this card."
Happy accepted the black card with both hands and nodded repeatedly.
"Don't worry, boss. Leave it to me. I'll make sure to pick the best apartment for Mr. Yinsen."
After arranging for everything to be taken care of, Tony turned his gaze to the Rolls-Royce in the distance.
He headed straight for the driver's door, raising an eyebrow at Luca as he went.
"All right, we've handed off all the trouble. Now we can go home and sleep. Are you driving, or am I?"
Luca raised an eyebrow and quickly pressed a hand against the car door.
"Of course I'm driving. I wouldn't dare ride with you behind the wheel."
"Your driving skills are only good enough to compete with a high schooler who can't even tell the gas pedal from the brake."
"I've got a great life ahead of me. I don't want to die young because of bad driving!"
When Tony heard Luca belittling his driving, he immediately frowned.
"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm the best driver in the entire Stark Family! I can recite all this car's performance specs with my eyes closed!"
Seeing how unconvinced Tony looked, Luca smiled slightly.
"I have a professional racing license."
Tony froze for a moment, but immediately shot back.
"So what? I competed in the national college auto rally in college and even took second place!"
Luca was unmoved. Still smiling, he repeated what he had just said.
"I have a professional racing license."
Tony grew a little anxious. Pointing at Happy, who stood nearby, he continued to argue.
"Don't use your license to lord it over me. I'm a better driver than Happy! At my age, he could barely keep a grip on the steering wheel!"
Luca sighed and shrugged.
"I have a professional racing license. Certified by the federal government. You don't."
The words Luca kept repeating hit Tony right where it hurt.
He stood frozen, his mouth hanging open for a long while, before finally realizing that he really didn't have that damn license.
All right, he couldn't argue with that.
"Damn it!"
Tony gave up on fighting for the driver's seat and walked dejectedly around to the passenger side, where he climbed in.
Once seated, Tony still couldn't swallow his anger. Through the car window, he issued a challenge to Luca outside.
"I accept your challenge, Luca!"
"I'm going to sign up for the Formula One race in Morocco myself when it comes around!"
"I'll prove to the whole world that I'm the real racing genius!"
Luca chuckled, opened the car door, and climbed in.
That would have been the end of it, but when he saw Tony like that, he still couldn't help laughing.
"Big bro, it's great that you have a dream."
"But don't forget, you have to deal with Pepper first."
"Knowing her, she'd never let an aging middle-aged man like you take part in dangerous activities meant for young people."
The moment Tony heard the words "aging," he grew agitated.
"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm still young, OK? I've got plenty of energy! Who says I can't take part in something like that?!"
Luca fastened his seat belt and said expressionlessly,
"I'm twenty-five."
Tony froze for a moment, but still patted his chest, looking confident.
"Age is just a number! I'm in excellent shape. I work out practically every day, and I know my own physical condition!"
Luca started the car, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and turned to glance at Tony with a click of his tongue.
"I'm twenty-five."
Tony was speechless.
He knew he could never beat Luca on this subject.
There was nothing he could do. It was an inherent disadvantage.
"STOP!"
Tony shouted and held up a hand.
Then he folded his arms across his chest, signaling Luca to hurry up and drive, while putting on an air of tolerance.
"OK, I'm the older brother, so I'm more broad-minded than you. I can forgive your rudeness."
Luca burst out laughing.
As the car shot forward, he mercilessly mocked Tony once again.
"Sure, my thirty-seven-year-old big brother who takes health supplements. Hold on tight."
"Fuck! You're the one who needs health supplements! You bastard!!"
As Tony's cursing carried far through the night sky,
the Rolls-Royce disappeared into the darkness.
Yinsen adjusted his glasses, his expression complicated. He looked as though he was questioning his life.
"Mr. Happy, may I ask... are they always like this when they're together?"
Yinsen frowned slightly, at a loss for how to describe the scene he had just witnessed, which had been like children bickering.
It was completely different from the mature, composed big-time capitalists he had imagined.
Hearing Yinsen's question, Happy gave him a meaningful smile.
"Yes, Mr. Yinsen. They've always been like this. No matter how much trouble they run into, they'll still bicker like that. Once you've spent more time around them, you'll gradually get used to it."
Happy then beckoned everyone to follow him.
"All right, ladies, and Mr. Yinsen, please come with me. There's another van over there. I'll take you somewhere safe to rest first."