Justin Hammer breathed a sigh of relief with a bewildered look, secretly celebrating in his heart, "Phew... that scared me to death. So we're just competing to see who can conquer more beautiful women!" He secretly glanced at the seven beautiful women beside him. Although each had a hot figure and elegant demeanor, when he turned his head again to look at the beauties beside Dominic... his heart immediately sank.
"Damn it, where did this guy Dominic find them? Their figures are absolutely top-notch! I can't lose this time!" Justin's heart was in a panic, but he still managed to maintain a semblance of composure on the surface. He gritted his teeth, pretended to confidently adjust his collar, and turned to Dominic, "Alright, brother, it seems we'll have to decide a winner tonight."
Dominic smiled, a playful glint in his eyes, "Brother, are you sure you want to compete with me on this? I won't go easy. You know, I'm not just famous for fighting; my 'abilities' in other areas are equally strong." He said, a mischievous smile on his face, and added in a low voice, "Including those 'bedroom activities'."
Justin was so choked by Dominic's words that he almost fell off his chair, cursing in his heart, "I just wanted to find an excuse to get away; who knew he'd take it seriously!" He quickly forced a smile and chuckled, "Haha, brother, let's not joke. I just want to relax, and by the way... uh, see who can 'take care' of these beauties better."
Dominic yawned lazily, stood up, and waved his hand, telling cold jokes to the beauties beside him, making them burst into laughter. Then he looked at Justin with eyes full of unruliness and confidence, "Then let's begin, brother. You take care of yours, and I'll take care of mine. Let's see who can conquer the most."
With a command from both, the battle of conquest officially began.
Justin tried to cheer himself up while attempting to amuse the beauties beside him with his clumsy 'sweet talk', "Uh... darling, I'm one of the top weapon magnates in America, you know? If you follow me, you'll never lack money!" He looked confident, completely unaware that his little trick had no appeal to these beauties.
On Dominic's side, it was completely different. He didn't need to say much; just a look was enough to mesmerize the beauties around him, making them laugh uncontrollably. Dominic leaned lazily on the sofa, stretched out his hands, and gently pinched the cheeks of the beauties on either side, chuckling softly, "Don't worry, babies, your only task tonight is to enjoy yourselves." His lazy yet magnetic voice made the beauties beside him appreciate Dominic's wit.
Justin watched, his heart anxious, "Damn it! How is this guy so lethal?!" He forced a smile, trying to turn the situation around with 'sweet words', gritting his teeth and whispering to one of the beauties, "Listen, baby, later I can show you something 'bigger'... my weapon." He laughed awkwardly.
However, the beauty's reaction was not what he expected; she even rolled her eyes with a hint of disdain, "Big brother, how 'big' can your 'weapon' be?"
Justin's heart instantly collapsed, "Oh god, why do I always say the wrong thing!"
On the other side, Dominic was having a blast, completely ignoring Justin's embarrassment, and continued to tease, "Hey, brother, it seems you need to step up your game. I'm almost at 'full marks' here; you need to catch up!"
Justin almost spat blood. He secretly wailed in his heart, "God, I just wanted to spend a quiet night with some beauties, why did I have to get involved in this absurd competition?!"
Just as Justin was looking desperate, Dominic's deliberately serious tone sounded, "You know, Justin, I just thought of a more interesting plan – can you transform your weapon company into a 'Love Company'? We'll specialize in teaching men how to 'conquer' women, especially men like you... who 'need a little help'?"
Justin was instantly speechless, almost choking on his own saliva. He was going crazy inside, wanting to cry but having no tears, "Please let me go, I'm really not suited for this kind of thing!"
On the open-air restaurant on the top floor of the five-star hotel, a gentle breeze blew, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke filled the air. Dominic elegantly exhaled a puff of smoke, leaning lazily on a Sun lounger, his usual confident smile on his face. While enjoying the morning light, he looked at the large bed behind him, where the female hosts were resting, motionless, their breathing even, as if they had just experienced a 'great battle'.
"Wow, it seems they were quite tired last night," Dominic teased, talking to himself, a mischievous smile on his lips. He gently shook his head, a hint of narcissism and smugness in his eyes. He turned his head and looked towards the room on the other side, vaguely seeing the 'battle situation' on Justin's side through the glass door.
Justin? Hmm... it seems he also barely 'finished'. Dominic raised an eyebrow and chuckled with a pout, "It seems he also 'tried hard', although it wasn't very 'elegant'."
Looking at Justin's disheveled appearance and comparing it to his side, where the beauties were all sleeping so peacefully, Dominic smiled smugly, thinking to himself, "As expected, when it comes to the skill of 'conquering' women, I am invincible."
He lowered his head, his gaze falling below him, the smile on his face becoming even more smug, "Hey, old buddy, I owe it to you last night." He muttered softly, his face full of pride, "Look at your posture, compared to those 'ordinary weapons', you are simply the ultimate fighting machine. Brother, even Iron Man's weapons have to bow down!"
Speaking of this, he deliberately put on a 'narcissistic' look, gently held himself with both hands, and teased in a low voice, "So awesome, so big... truly worthy of being the 'ultimate weapon' bestowed by god. Dominic, you are indeed the perfect man, simply a humanoid War God."
His eyes were full of smugness and playfulness, as if the whole World had to applaud and cheer for his 'great achievement'.
"Alas, it's a pity, Justin probably has to go back and study his little 'weapon' again," Dominic said with a wicked smile, then leaned back lazily on the Sun lounger, enjoying the morning tranquility, his heart filled with satisfaction and smugness.
Justin Hammer dragged his tired body back to his company in the afternoon. His face was gloomy, although a forced smile still hung on his lips, the frustration and unwillingness in his eyes could no longer be hidden. Last night's 'competition' with Dominic not only resulted in a crushing defeat in bed but also a severe blow to his self-esteem.
"Damn Dominic..." Justin muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth as he pushed open the office door. He walked into the office, slumped heavily into his large chair, raised his hand to rub his sore shoulders, then suddenly stood up, a look of determination on his face, "I will never admit defeat like this! Dominic, don't get too smug too soon!"
Justin's mind began to race. To contend with Dominic, ordinary methods were useless. He needed more firepower, more powerful weapons. Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of a trump card - Ivan Vanko, the mad scientist from the Bear Country, a genius with a powerful talent for weapons.
"Yes, it's him! Ivan Vanko! I have to find him quickly!" Justin stood up, his eyes flashing with excitement, as if he saw a shortcut to victory.
He began to pace back and forth in the office, planning his next move in his heart, "Once my Iron Man army production line is up and running, hahahaha... Dominic, you will kneel at my feet, singing 'Conquer', and personally beg for my forgiveness!"
He imagined the future scene smugly, a wicked smile on his face, as if he had already seen Dominic trembling before him.
"Hmph, then you'll know that true power comes from technology, not your exaggerated muscles and 'ultimate weapon'." He was secretly smug, unable to help but chuckle, his plan for revenge gradually taking shape.
Justin picked up the phone and roared at his subordinate on the other end, "Find Ivan Vanko for me, quickly!"