Capítulo 25: Chapter 25: Stark: What an Unforgettable Party
Tony Stark was focused on a woman at the banquet.
Her vibrant red dress hugged her alluring curves, and the hem swayed slightly with her movements.
Her crystal high heels clicked on the floor with a rhythmic "tap-tap-tap," almost in sync with his heartbeat.
Her face was delicate and elegant, but her gaze carried a hidden allure.
Especially when she seemed to glance at him and raise an eyebrow, perhaps knowingly.
Damn!
This was far more captivating than the cover models in magazines!
His eyes gleamed, and he straightened his outfit, ready to approach her when a tall Asian man suddenly blocked his way.
"Hey, are you the famous Tony Stark? I'm your fan! You're even more handsome than I imagined!"
Stark felt a thrill. He didn't usually care about compliments, but the Asian guy, was obviously a little less handsome than him, so his recognition meant something.
He shrugged. "While I appreciate the compliment, I have something to attend to, please let me—"
"Yeah, but you're shorter than I thought! You're only about... my chin!"
Stark froze in place. "What are you talking about?"
"Mr Stark, please don't get mad, but whatever I do next, don't be mad. After all, you're my idol!"
Huh?
Stark was confused. Before he could react, the handsome Asian suddenly shouted, "Oh my god! You're a racist! I thought you were my idol, but how could you call me that, Mr. Tony Stark!"
Immediately, the entire banquet fell silent, and all eyes turned toward them.
Taking advantage of this moment, David, standing beside Marcus, began to infiltrate.
Stark was bewildered. "What did I even say?"
Cohen, with his back to the crowd, winked at Stark and mouthed an apology.
"You can't call me that, Mr. Tony Stark! You can't call me a 'Chinaman' and say I'm as noisy and stupid as those 'n****r' people!" Cohen yelled.
The crowd blinked, the black man in the corner raised an eyebrow: "Am I the only 'n****r' here? Did I disturb you?"
Stark saw the questioning gazes around him, especially the red-dressed woman, whose mouth was wide open in shock. He was furious!
He stepped forward and grabbed Cohen by the collar. "What the hell, are you accusing me of something I never said?"
The two were close, and Cohen whispered in a low voice, "I already apologized, please don't get mad."
Then he called out loudly, "Oh, Mr. Stark, please don't hit me! I'm so scared! Someone save me!"
The crowd murmured in surprise.
"Stark, calm down..." someone advised.
A blonde real estate agent, looking around nervously, whispered, "Stark, although the 'Chinamen' and 'n****r' are of lower status, you shouldn't say it out loud, and you can't hit people..."
The black man just happened to overhear this, his nose twitched, and his eyes widened. "What the hell did you just say?"
The real estate agent was embarrassed and dodged his gaze. "Uh, I have black friends..."
At this moment, Happy, who had been snacking at the dessert table, rushed over.
He had no idea what was happening, but seeing Stark's angry face, he felt like he wasn't doing his job as a bodyguard. Very embarrassing!
He pointed dramatically, like a hero: "Hey man, let go of Tony Stark!"
Then he jumped into the air like a hawk, his body soaring toward Cohen!
The crowd gasped, unsure if they were more shocked by the "racism" accusation or Happy's "graceful" movement.
Many women, including the red-dressed one, widened their eyes in shock.
Cohen smiled faintly, using his strength to pull Stark back two steps.
In this way, Happy, who was about to tackle Cohen, would crash right into Stark.
Stark, realizing this, quickly tried to move, but then he realized it wasn't he who had a hold of Cohen—it was Cohen who had a hold of him.
Cohen's grip was like iron, and Stark couldn't budge an inch!
Until the last moment, when Cohen, seeing the fear in Stark's eyes, softened.
He suddenly shifted Stark aside, and Happy missed his target and fell to the ground with a thud.
Cohen scanned David's face, and the latter nodded slightly.
Cohen laughed loudly, wrapping an arm around Stark's shoulders and giving his chest a light punch.
"Stark, you're still so cooperative! Don't worry, everyone, we're old friends, this is just a joke between us. Sorry for scaring you!"
Stark, held tightly by Cohen, tightened his face but didn't say a word.
Happy, covered in dirt, stood up, confused by the scene.
He didn't remember Stark having an Asian friend.
Looking at Stark's stiff expression, he raised an eyebrow and asked in a somewhat subtle voice, "Tony, are you okay? If you're being held hostage, just blink?"
Then he was met with a sharp eye roll from Stark.
Huh? What does that mean?
No matter how confused Happy was, the crowd, seeing Stark not refute Cohen, slowly dispersed.
Cohen patted Stark's shoulder: "Good friend, I'll see you next time. I have things to do, so I'll leave first. By the way, your bodyguard is great, very brave! Next time, maybe you can switch for a smarter one."
Stark watched Cohen leave with light steps, his expression serious, fists clenched, lost in thought.
Cohen joined David and left.
"Ding~"
The elevator doors opened.
To Stark's surprise, it wasn't a polite servant who stepped out, but a tall, black man in a leather coat, holding a shotgun!
Blade, why is he here?
Before he could understand, Blade had already raised his gun.
"Bang!"
The sound of the shotgun was like thunder, and Stark felt a heat wave pass by him.
Damn, this guy is really fierce!
Blade fired as he advanced, causing the banquet to fall into chaos.
Of course, Blade wasn't randomly killing, he was aiming for the vampire elder Marcus.
However, Marcus, being a pureblood vampire, was incredibly strong and skilled at using humans as cover, making it hard for Blade to take him down.
Stark thought today was going horribly wrong.
He never knew New York could be so dangerous.
First, he was falsely accused by some random guy, and now there was a guy with a gun at the banquet.
The worst part was, the guy was coming straight at him, seemingly ready to use him as a human shield!
His loyal bodyguard Happy stepped forward and...
Got knocked away!
Watching Marcus coming toward him, Stark despaired.
Just then, a bottle of wine flew through the air, striking Marcus's head. He dodged, and Blade's bullet missed, forcing Marcus to give up on using Stark as a shield and jump toward the window, leaping out.
Blade followed closely behind.
Stark, barely escaping the danger, looked toward the direction the bottle had come from, only to see the same rude Asian man who had thrown it.
The man even gave him a gentleman's bow.
Stark's expression was priceless.
As the crowd panicked, security rushed in to organize the retreat.
Cohen decided to follow Blade. He guessed that the big bad guy Frost's plan was about to begin, and teaming up with Blade seemed like the safest option.
He signaled David to leave the venue, then approached the window.
Everyone was too busy running to notice him.
He pulled out a sleek silver mask with a mecha style and placed it on his face.
As he was about to jump, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching him intently.
Turning around, he saw Stark standing still in the chaotic crowd, still looking at him, a look of shock on his face.
Hmm, why is this guy staring at me?
Cohen hesitated for a moment, then raised his finger to his lips, signaling "shush," and pulled his thumb across his neck, meaning, "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you!"
Then he leaped out the window.
Stark's expression grew even more intense. He quickly moved to the window.
In the silver moonlight, he saw the agile figure landing and disappearing into the streets.
He took a deep breath. No matter who you are, wherever you are, I will find you!
(The End of this Chapter)
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