"Holy crap! This guy actually said I'm jealous of his looks!"
At his seaside villa, Tony Stark, having just invited a cover girl for dinner, was taken aback by Levi Wei's audacity.
Someone dared to compare their looks with his?
As for Levi's joke about him sending people to steal data, Tony didn't pay much mind. He had confidence in his own technology.
Tony sipped his wine, growing more irritated by the thought. "Jarvis, who's more handsome, me or this guy?"
Thanks to Levi's provocation, Tony's technological prowess had advanced significantly. Competition, after all, is the catalyst for progress.
Consequently, Jarvis had also evolved rapidly.
Initially, Tony dismissed Levi as a mere showman chasing popularity. But as Levi unveiled various high-tech products, Tony's perspective began to shift, though they continued exchanging barbs.
"Sir, your question is akin to the Wicked Queen asking the Magic Mirror in 'Snow White'," Jarvis replied, slightly exasperated.
"Am I the Wicked Queen?" Tony asked, bemused.
"Sir, I didn't say that," Jarvis responded.
"The Magic Mirror had to compare everyone in the world, but we're just comparing two people. So, Jarvis, who's more handsome, according to women's tastes worldwide?"
Jarvis analyzed objectively. "Sir, in the eyes of many women, wealth equals attractiveness, so you and Levi are equally handsome. But in terms of aesthetics, Levi is younger, more masculine, and taller…"
"Enough!" Tony interrupted, unable to hear more. AI was no fun!
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"Failed! A mysterious woman was with the target; I was no match."
In a Brooklyn safe house, Yelena applied medicine to her wounds.
"Yelena Belova, you're the best," a voice scolded. "I don't want excuses; I know you failed."
Yelena remained silent. Rarely did she miss a mark, but the mysterious woman was formidable.
The woman wore a mask and seemed to perceive everything, making Yelena uneasy.
"You needn't stay in New York. Return to the base; I have a more important mission for you."
"More important?" Yelena wondered.
In the Red Room, betrayal by one meant betrayal by all, especially with the current Black Widow's defection.
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Night fell on Long Island, New York.
After making money, Levi purchased a lavish villa here, one of New York's most exclusive and secure locales.
Tony Stark also owned property here, but since Levi moved in, Tony visited less often.
In the media, Levi quipped it was a case of "Kings not meeting Kings."
That afternoon, he remained vigilant, but nothing transpired.
Levi rewarded the security personnel and arranged for others to patrol at night. Enticed by money, they were eager to comply.
As for Levi, he returned to rest comfortably.
"Master, the bath is ready," 2B announced, her high-heeled boots clicking rhythmically on the floor.
Levi headed to the bath, with 2B trailing him like a devoted maid, carrying a towel and other essentials.
Once in the tub, she expertly scrubbed him, reminiscent of his experiences in bathhouses.
"2B, are you really a battle robot?" Levi marveled.
"Master, YoRHa units were created for war but also to serve humanity," 2B replied, her tone calm and composed.
"Alright, androids are still the best," Levi mused, admiring 2B's flawless appearance. He placed a hand on her, and she continued her task, unfazed.
"2B, your skin is amazing," Levi remarked.
The smoothest, most supple skin didn't compare to 2B's, flawless and irresistible.
2B explained, "YoRHa units use advanced bionic technology, nearly indistinguishable from humans."
Aside from part replacements, 2B was almost human.
Indeed, androids were superior!
Under 2B's care, Levi drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Waking refreshed, he found himself in bed. Despite her weight, 2B had effortlessly moved him.
Though alone in his spacious room, 2B hadn't fulfilled her duty of warming the bed. With air conditioning, it wouldn't have helped.
Unable to sleep, Levi checked his prestige value.
**Current Prestige Value: One Million Seventy-Three Thousand.**
"That much in one day?" Levi exclaimed, surprised.
News of his brush with danger had gone viral. Worldwide, people relished tales of wealthy individuals in peril.
Especially with his ongoing rivalry with Tony Stark, Levi's fame was widespread.
"I almost wish I got attacked every day," Levi joked, though he didn't mean it.
The bulletproof Maybach wasn't foolproof, and today's gang wielded RPGs, albeit unused.
He needed to find those responsible. When did a small gang dare challenge big business?
Future Technology Company, while not as vast as Stark Industries, was still substantial. Levi, as renowned as Tony Stark, was known as a genius scientist.
"If that's the case, let's try a ten-continuous draw!" Levi decided, unable to resist the allure.
No one can resist a ten-continuous draw. If you can resist that, what can't you do?
Opening the system, Levi's million prestige points vanished, leaving a mere few tens of thousands.
Ten golden cards appeared before him, each harboring potential rewards.
At that moment, Levi's gambler's instinct surged.
"Eve, Emma, Number 18…" Despite the allure of high-tech items, Levi, having experienced the wonders of 2B, still favored androids.