The streets of Monaco glittered with wealth and extravagance under the sun, as a Rolls-Royce Phantom smoothly drove along the coastal road, the salty sea breeze carrying a briny scent through the open windows.
Tony Stark, wearing sunglasses and a signature mischievous smirk, slung his arm around Chen Tian's shoulder with a roguish grin: "Hey, buddy, don't be mad. I brought you all the way to Monaco; are you still holding a grudge?"
Chen Tian snorted, shaking off his hand, and without a word, delivered a few 'Mamba Strikes' to Tony's armpit—this was an old game between them, specifically targeting the waist and ribs, always effective.
"Ow! FU…!" Tony instantly curled into a ball, nearly bouncing off the leather seat, but quickly regained his irritating expression, "Alright, alright, I give up, I give up! But seriously, the capsaicin thing wasn't on purpose; Jarvis's program glitched out—"
"Bullshit!" Chen Tian gritted his teeth, "You totally did it on purpose! I nearly break-danced in the hot spring!"
Tony shrugged, looking innocent: "Well, at least it proves your reflexes are excellent, right?"
Chen Tian rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him further, and turned to look out the window. On the streets of Monaco, supercars flowed like water, well-dressed elites chatted and laughed, and casinos, yachts, and luxury shops gleamed under the sun.
"So, you brought me here just to cool me down?" Chen Tian raised an eyebrow.
"Of course!" Tony grinned, "And to show you what real 'Speed and Passion' looks like."
"Heh, with your electric toy car?" Chen Tian sneered, curling his lip.
Tony's smile deepened. He slowly pulled a gilded invitation from his inner suit pocket and waved it in front of Chen Tian: "The F1 Monaco Grand Prix, and—"
He deliberately dragged out the word, glancing towards the opposite seat.
Chen Tian followed his gaze and saw Pepper and Miss 2B sitting opposite them.
Miss 2B, uncharacteristically, wore a burgundy velvet evening gown today. The deep V-neckline perfectly revealed her delicate collarbones, and the fitted cut accentuated her perfect waistline.
The high-slit design of the skirt allowed glimpses of her long legs, and her silver-white short hair shimmered with a pearl-like luster under the soft car lighting.
Noticing Chen Tian's gaze, Miss 2B slightly turned, instantly revealing the hollow design on the back of her dress—a net-like structure made of tiny crystals, sparkling with broken light under the illumination, complementing her fair back.
"Master?" she asked softly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the intricate dark embroidery on the skirt.
Chen Tian suddenly felt as if the car's air conditioning wasn't set low enough.
"Master." She turned her head, a slight smile on her lips, "Mr. Stark said you would like Miss 2B's outfit."
Chen Tian: "..."
Tony snapped his fingers triumphantly: "How about it? Not mad anymore, are you?"
Chen Tian took a deep breath, slowly revealing a benign smile: "Tony, do you believe I can throw you out of this car right now?"
Tony laughed heartily, patting Happy's driver's seat: "Speed up, Happy, let the people of Monaco witness the arrival of a superhero firsthand!"
The Rolls-Royce engine roared, instantly accelerating, and sped along the coastline.
Behind them, on the Monaco racetrack, the roar of engines was already faintly audible.
The real madness had just begun.
The car slowly stopped in front of the entrance to the Kimpton Hotel in Monaco.
"It's Tony Stark's car!" a scream suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Instantly, the spectators in the stands surrounding the hotel erupted. Reporters' long lenses and short guns were aimed at the luxury vehicle, and flashlights poured down like a torrential rain. The onlookers squeezed forward desperately, and security guards had to link arms to form a human wall to maintain order.
The moment the car door opened, the cheers reached their peak. Tony Stark, wearing his iconic tinted sunglasses and a look of arrogance, stepped out of the car with a dashing posture. He adjusted his suit cuff and made a V-sign to the crowd.
"Tony! Look this way!"
"Mr. Stark! Are you in Monaco for the F1 race?"
"Can you tell us how you embarrassed Justin Hammer at the hearing yesterday morning?"
Tony ignored the reporters' questions, instead turning and gesturing 'please' towards the inside of the car. It was then that the crowd noticed there were two other passengers inside.
Miss 2B elegantly stepped out of the car, her burgundy gown shimmering with luxurious luster under the sun. She slightly lowered her head, her silver-white short hair gently swaying in the breeze, and the crystal decorations on her spine refracted rainbow-like light. This action drew a gasp of admiration from the onlookers.
"Oh my god! Who is that?"
"Is that Tony's new girlfriend?"
"Quick, take a picture! This angle is perfect!"
Chen Tian was the last to exit the car. He leaned lazily against the car door, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he watched Miss 2B, who was surrounded by flashing lights.
Suddenly, he reached out and wrapped an arm around Miss 2B's slender waist, whispering a few words into her ear. The girl's mechanical eyes immediately flickered with panic, and her earlobes visibly reddened.
This intimate gesture immediately triggered a new wave of screams. Tony glanced back, his eyebrows raising high behind his sunglasses: "Hey! Mind the occasion!"
"What? Jealous?" Chen Tian provocatively raised an eyebrow, deliberately rubbing his finger over the hollow design at Miss 2B's waist.
Seeing this, Tony's lips curved into a playful smile. Without a word, he pulled Pepper into his arms and gently pinched her waist.
"Hey!" Pepper, caught off guard, nearly twisted her ankle. She glared at Tony, "Mind the occasion!"
"What? Jealous?" Tony mimicked Chen Tian's tone, raising an eyebrow at him, then triumphantly kissed Pepper loudly on the cheek, "I have one too."
Pepper was both annoyed and amused, but due to the occasion, she could only maintain an elegant smile, secretly giving Tony a hard pinch on his waist. Tony immediately gasped, but still tried to maintain his composure.
"Let's go, darling." Tony dramatically tossed his hair, embracing Pepper as he strode towards the restaurant, "Let's go enjoy Monaco's 'hospitality.'"
Inside the restaurant, the light from crystal chandeliers spilled onto long tables covered with pristine white tablecloths, and a champagne tower shimmered with golden light in the corner. The moment Tony stepped into the restaurant, the previously noisy chatter instantly quieted for a moment, then erupted into even more enthusiastic greetings.
"Mr. Stark!"
"Tony! Long time no see!"
"It's truly an honor to have you here!"
The flippant expression on Tony's face instantly receded, replaced by an elegant and aloof smile. He politely shook hands with every guest who came forward to greet him, exchanging just the right amount of pleasantries, exuding the composure of high society in every gesture.
Tony was about to introduce Chen Tian to the surrounding guests when he realized that the guy had, at some point, slipped away to a table by the window. Miss 2B was speaking fluently in French with the waiter, her slender fingers elegantly tapping on the menu.
"One French baked lobster with truffle sauce," Miss 2B's voice was soft, "And a Tomahawk steak, medium-rare, with black truffle sauce." She paused, her fingertip gently tracing the menu, "Also this... pan-seared foie gras, and a seafood platter." She turned to Chen Tian, "Does Master need anything else?"
Chen Tian leaned lazily against the back of his chair, tapping the table with his fingers: "Another pasta, you've ordered enough."
Miss 2B gently shook her head: "Your current physique requires a large intake of food, otherwise you are prone to hypoglycemia." She closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, "That's all, thank you."
Tony raised an eyebrow and whispered to Pepper beside him: "Darling, help me deal with these people." Without waiting for Pepper's response, he strode to Chen Tian's table, pulled out a chair, and plopped down.
"Ordering so much meat?" Tony winked at Miss 2B, "I thought you'd order some wine to liven things up."
Miss 2B calmly looked back at him: "Master does not like to drink alcohol when out, Mr. Stark. Besides..." She meaningfully glanced at Tony, "Last time, after you and Master got drunk after the Mark-Eclipse Edition was created, you almost drowned skinny-dipping in the sea..."
Tony choked for a moment, then turned to Chen Tian: "You just abandoned me to those bald old men?"
Chen Tian slowly took a sip of Water: "You know I can't handle such situations, and besides, I think you enjoy being the center of attention."
"Ha!" Tony dramatically spread his hands, "I'm trying to introduce you to some connections. You own half the shares in our new energy company. That old man with glasses is the FIA president, and the one next to him is..."
"Save it," Chen Tian interrupted him, "I'm not interested in associating with the powerful." He pointed behind Tony, "However, your Pepper looks like she's about to be annoyed to death by that group."
Tony turned around and saw Pepper surrounded by three men in suits, a professional smile on her face, but her knuckles were white from gripping the champagne glass tightly.
"Damn it." Tony muttered, yet made no move to get up. Instead, he leaned closer to Chen Tian, lowering his voice: "Seriously, I've prepared a surprise."
Chen Tian narrowed his eyes: "Last time you said 'surprise,' and I ended up doing robot dance for half an hour in the bathtub."
Just then, the waiter brought the first appetizer. Miss 2B skillfully picked up her knife and fork, cut the foie gras into bite-sized pieces, and pushed them towards Chen Tian. "Master, please start with some appetizers." She glanced at Tony, "Mr. Stark, would you like some too?"
Tony looked at the exquisite plate of foie gras, then at Miss 2B's protective stance, and suddenly laughed: "No, I'd better go back and rescue the new CEO of Stark Industries." He stood up, not forgetting to add before leaving: "But seriously, the surprise I've prepared for you is absolutely worth looking forward to!"
Chen Tian sneered, his fingers lightly tapping the table: "Tony, I don't look forward to your 'surprise' at all."
He narrowed his eyes and complained to Miss 2B beside him, "It's just the old trope of me replacing some unlucky race car driver and personally taking the wheel in F1."
As a transmigrator, Chen Tian was all too familiar with this plotline. He picked up his Water glass and took a sip, his gaze sweeping over the elegantly dressed guests in the restaurant, a playful smile on his lips.
According to the original plot, Tony would be attacked by Whiplash on the racetrack and then rampage in his Mark 5 armor, but now Tony isn't the one who needs Pepper to bring him the armor...
"Master?" Miss 2B keenly sensed his distraction, her silver-white eyelashes fluttering slightly, "Do you need me to do anything?"
Chen Tian shook his head, his gaze refocusing on Tony. Sure enough, Justin Hammer, wearing a flashy White suit, had already blocked Tony's path and was gesturing exaggeratedly.
Chen Tian watched the good show unfolding with Tony, a smile involuntarily curving his lips.
Tony's expression at that moment was truly a sight to behold—he was being pestered by that clown Justin Hammer, and even better, Christine, the blonde reporter from Vanity Fair, was standing next to Hammer, a professional smile on her face, but with a clear hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Oh, Tony~" Hammer deliberately drew out the sound, so oily it made one's skin crawl, "Didn't expect to see you here!" He exaggeratedly spread his arms, "And Miss Christine, do you two… know each other?"
Tony's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly whole.
He stiffly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Hammer, if you don't mind…"
Christine interjected at the opportune moment: "Mr. Stark and I had a… in-depth interview." She winked meaningfully, "A very… unforgettable experience."
Tony's temple visibly twitched.
Chen Tian almost burst out laughing, quickly picking up his water glass to hide his amusement.
This was much more interesting than an F1 race.
"Master seems to be enjoying Mr. Stark's predicament very much." Miss 2B's voice sounded in his ear, with a hint of barely perceptible teasing.
Chen Tian put down his cup and lowered his voice: "Is the surveillance system handled?"
Miss 2B's pupils flashed with a stream of data: "I have taken over the entire race track's surveillance network, including the private cameras in the VIP boxes." She tilted her head slightly, "Do you need me to pull up footage from specific areas?"
"Not for now." Chen Tian waved his hand, his gaze returning to Tony.
Hammer was gushing about his new inventions, while Tony was clearly struggling to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.
"Keep an eye out for the person I mentioned, Ivan Vanko," Chen Tian chuckled as he instructed Miss 2B, then buried his head in his food, eating heartily.
Chen Tian was focused on devouring the food in front of him, perhaps influenced by One Piece, he now needed to eat a large amount every time, and his physical fitness was also increasing exponentially.
Thinking of this, Chen Tian's lips curved into a smile.
Ever since he visited Kamar-Taj, his summoning luck had been quite good; the most recent summon had given him something that made him chuckle to himself.
Just as Chen Tian stuffed a piece of lobster into his mouth, Tony suddenly grabbed Chen Tian's collar from behind, nearly making him spit out the lobster meat.
"Cough, cough… Damn it!" Chen Tian awkwardly wiped the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong with you?"
Tony mysteriously lowered his voice: "Surprise time, buddy." He pulled Chen Tian out without explanation, "Pepper will take good care of your little maid."
Miss 2B immediately stood up: "Master?"
Chen Tian waved his hand at her: "It's fine, just stay here and make sure to protect Pepper." He turned to glare at Tony, "If this is another prank…"
Tony dragged Chen Tian through the hotel kitchen corridor, as the chefs watched in surprise as the two men in suits swept past like a gust of wind.
Chen Tian stumbled, almost knocking over a stack of freshly washed dishes.
"Tony! You—"
"Shh!" Tony looked back mysteriously, his eyes behind his sunglasses gleaming with excitement, "Trust me, this one is absolutely worth it!"
Chen Tian rolled his eyes.
Isn't it just going to drive a race car?
Thinking of this, his eyes also lit up.
Damn, racing, how many men's dreams!
Tony dragged Chen Tian into a Bentley, then shouted to the driver: "Go, go, go."
The vehicle moved quickly, heading towards the F1 race car's pit stop, and Chen Tian leaned back in his seat, listening to the roar of the race cars.
With a sudden brake, Tony shouted loudly at Chen Tian: "Let's go! I'll make you a real racer!"
Tony dragged Chen Tian through the noisy crowd in the pit stop, the roar of the engines deafening.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning tire rubber and the scent of engine oil, as mechanics in fluorescent vests weaved through the narrow aisles.
"Put this on!" Tony threw a red and gold racing suit to Chen Tian, while he skillfully put on another.
The Stark Industries logo was prominently printed on the chest of the racing suit, and "Stark" was written in gold foil on the back.
Chen Tian touched the fine carbon fiber texture on the racing suit and whistled: "Custom-made?"
"Of course," Tony tightened his gloves, "I had Italian designers rush it overnight." He pointed to the small print on the back of Chen Tian's suit, "See? 'Stark - Racing Special Edition'."
As soon as the two had changed, two brightly painted F1 race cars roared into the pit area.
The silver-grey body shimmered with metallic luster under the spotlights, and the prominent "Stark" lettering on the front wing trembled slightly with the airflow.
Just then, two professional drivers who had been driving the race cars walked over angrily.
One of the blonde drivers slammed his helmet onto the ground with a loud bang.
"This is an insult to F1!" the blonde driver roared at the coach, "I spent ten years to get to this position, and now I have to give way to two rich playboys?"
The coach awkwardly rubbed his hands: "Lucas, this is the sponsor's request…"
Another bearded driver sneered: "Sponsor? I think it's a privilege Stark bought with money!" He challenged Tony, "You rich dilettantes, do you even know which button on the steering wheel is DRS?"
Tony wore his signature cynical smile: "DRS? What's that? Can you eat it?"
Chen Tian noticed a glint of cunning in Tony's eyes behind his sunglasses.
Sure enough, Tony suddenly turned to the coach: "Hey, do you mind giving us a minute?"
Before the coach could answer, Tony had already strode towards the simulator by the track.
He casually pressed a few buttons, and a holographic projection immediately displayed complex track data.
"Monaco Circuit, 3.337 kilometers, 19 turns." Tony's fingers danced across the holographic keyboard, "Top speed up to 290km/h, average lateral G-force 4.5…"
His operations became faster and faster, the data on the projection constantly refreshing, and finally, he even pulled up all the race data of these two drivers from the past three years.
"Lucas Bergman, best lap 1 minute 14.379 seconds." Tony said without looking up, "Marco Anderson, last year's qualifying here was 0.8 seconds behind."
The faces of the two drivers instantly turned pale.
Only then did Tony look up, revealing a challenging smile: "Now, who's the dilettante?"
The scene was silent.
Chen Tian couldn't help but laugh out loud—this was so Tony Stark.
"Gentlemen," Tony turned gracefully and walked towards the race car, "Let's experience speed and passion!" He jumped into the cockpit and winked at Chen Tian, "Your car is specially tuned to your body type, just get in."
Chen Tian walked towards the silver and black race car.
As he sat in the cramped cockpit, he was surprised to find that the seat perfectly conformed to his body curves, and the steering wheel was in just the right position.
"Jarvis?" Chen Tian asked tentatively.
"At your service, Mr. Chen." The familiar British accent immediately came from the race car, "All systems are ready, I advise you to fasten your seatbelt."
Chen Tian couldn't help but whistle.
Tony, this guy, actually put Jarvis in the race car too.
The lights at the starting grid lit up one by one.
Tony's voice came through the headset: "Follow my racing line, rookie.
Don't crash into the wall on the first turn."
"Mind your own business, you jerk." Chen Tian retorted with a smile.
The roar of the engines suddenly intensified, and the two Stark race cars shot out of the starting grid like arrows from a bow.
Chen Tian felt a huge G-force press him firmly into the seat, and the view in front of him blurred due to the speed.
"Damn it…" Chen Tian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his adrenaline surging wildly.
This was much more exciting than he had imagined.
The first turn approached.
Chen Tian instinctively stepped on the brake, but heard Jarvis's calm prompt: "I advise braking 0.3 seconds later, Mr. Chen.
The current speed can be maintained longer."
Chen Tian gritted his teeth and followed suit.
The race car cut into the apex of the turn at an astonishing speed, the tires squealing, but miraculously, it did not lose control.
"Well done!" Tony's voice came through, "Looks like you have a talent for racing!"
The two race cars sped one after another on the narrow street circuit, passing through the famous tunnel, the tires making a dull thud as they ran over the curbs.
On the big screen, the audience was surprised to find that these two "amateur drivers" were even faster than the professional drivers.
"Unbelievable!" the commentator shouted excitedly, "Stark and his friend Chen Tian have just set the fastest lap of the weekend!"
Pepper gripped her champagne glass, her eyes fixed on the television screen.
On the screen, Tony and Chen Tian's race cars were speeding through the narrow streets of Monaco at an astonishing pace.
"Miss 2B," Pepper turned to the silver-haired girl standing quietly beside her, pointing her slender finger at the television, "You knew they would do this all along?"
Miss 2B nodded slightly, her silver-white eyelashes glowing softly in the light: "Master just predicted that Mr. Stark would invite him to participate in the track experience." She paused, a stream of data flashing in her mechanical eyes, "Accuracy 98.7%."
Pepper sighed, rubbing her forehead helplessly, a sigh escaping her red lips: "These two men…" She suddenly noticed that Miss 2B's gaze was always fixed on Chen Tian's race car on the screen, "Are you worried about him?"
Miss 2B's fingertips unconsciously stroked her skirt: "Master's driving skills…" She seemed to be weighing her words, "…are quite unique."
Just then, the excited voice of the commentator came from the television: "Unbelievable! Stark and Chen have just set the fastest lap in practice! This is 0.8 seconds faster than the professional drivers' times!"
The guests in the restaurant gasped in amazement, and several F1 team managers had already pulled out their phones to make calls.
Pepper watched Tony's race car speeding across the screen, a picture flashing in her mind: Tony jumping out of the race car, winking triumphantly—she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"They… are truly a match made in heaven…" Pepper took a sip from her glass, "Soul-matched… playmates…"
Miss 2B's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile: "Master often says, Mr. Stark is his most…"
"…best friend."
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