Tony was trembling with anger, while Victor was smiling smugly.
"You little punk."
"Aren't you supposed to be rich? If you can't even cough up a hundred quadrillion dollars, what kind of rich person are you?"
"The King of Wakanda, who's above you, might not be able to dig up a hundred quadrillion in a minute, but at least he could produce it."
Originally, Victor didn't want to offend Tony like this, but the guy's attitude made it impossible not to want to argue with him.
It would be best to directly argue with Tony until he was depressed and left quickly.
Tony was also so angry he was almost going crazy.
His eyes glared furiously at Victor; if it weren't for the vast difference in combat power, he would likely have rolled up his sleeves and gone for it.
He could only silently repeat to himself, "Don't stoop to this poor bastard's level, don't stoop to this poor bastard's level."
With great difficulty, he suppressed his anger.
Victor then tapped the table, impatiently saying, "Since you can't afford it, then go back to where you came from."
Boom!
Tony felt his sanity almost collapse, his eyes wide and hands on his hips, pointing at Victor, ready to unleash a round of harsh words.
Unexpectedly, Victor's gaze sharpened, and he extended his right palm towards Tony, while a roar sounded from behind.
"Die, demon!!"
This sudden roar, and the anger it contained, made Tony instinctively retract his neck, almost subconsciously rolling on the dining table to avoid a potential attack.
After rolling to the diagonal corner of the table, Tony finally looked back to check the situation.
He saw a Western-style cleaver suspended in the air not far from where his head had been, and behind it, a white-haired man holding a similar Western-style cleaver was also suspended in mid-air, struggling violently, his eyes fixed on Tony.
Tony instantly reconstructed the scene.
The white-haired man, holding two knives, first threw one at Tony; after it was intercepted by Victor's mutant ability, he, unwilling to give up, charged with the other, only to be controlled again by Victor's mutant ability.
But, who was this white-haired man? Why did he want to kill him? What was with that look of hatred that was almost overflowing?
Tony had too many questions at once, and he immediately voiced them.
"Hey, white-hair... Oh, you're the one who got beaten up that day. But why do you want to kill me? Did I fire you before?"
The white-haired man completely ignored Tony's questions, instead roaring for Victor to put him down so he could get his revenge and so on.
Tony immediately cast an inquiring look at Victor, asking for an explanation.
Victor sighed helplessly.
His worst fear had come true.
He put down his raised hand and rubbed his temples, just as he was deliberating how to explain, a brown-haired Wanda also rushed in, holding a long saber—he didn't know where she found that two-meter long saber, how could a cute girl like her even lift it!
This cute girl, who usually blushed in front of Victor, now had an exceptionally fierce expression, her gentle eyes spewing flames of hatred, firmly fixed on Tony.
The aura actually made Tony take half a step back—nonsense, any ordinary unarmed person seeing a "凶徒" (兇徒 - fierce criminal) with a long saber would not react by confronting them head-on.
Victor waved his hand helplessly, and Wanda, who was charging, also followed in the footsteps of the white-haired man, Pietro, both suspended in mid-air, unable to gain purchase.
Even so, Wanda refused to give up, gritting her teeth and throwing the long saber in her hand, but her strength was too little; it only flew less than three meters before falling, still three or four meters away from Tony.
Pietro, inspired by Wanda, immediately threw the Western-style cleaver in his hand, which was again intercepted by Victor's telekinesis.
Tony looked at the suspended siblings with surprise and uncertainty, then glanced at Victor, who was rubbing his forehead and deliberating his words, and began to retreat imperceptibly, creating distance and moving closer to the restaurant exit.
At the same time, he reached into his pocket for his phone and decisively pressed the emergency alarm button.
Victor showed no reaction to this.
He organized his thoughts, which took less than six seconds in total.
When he looked up, about to explain, Happy rushed in, holding a pistol, shouting, "Tony, I'm here! I'm here to protect you! Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
Victor looked speechlessly at Tony, whose face was tense; the other party had somehow already put distance between them.
So, you thought I was also one of the people trying to attack you?
And, Happy, what can that little pistol in your hand do?
Telekinesis surged out; there was no need to do anything to Happy, just turn off the safety on the pistol.
Go ahead, if you're capable, break the safety first.
Happy, however, didn't notice any of this, deftly moving his large body to shield Tony, his small eyes peeking through the slits, warily looking around, appearing very professional and not to be trifled with.
Wanda and her brother were controlled by Victor and had no weapons, so they could only cast venomous glares at Tony, completely ignoring his questions.
If looks could kill, probably... Happy, who was shielding Tony, would be riddled with holes.
Victor no longer cared about the plan at this point; he needed to clear up the "misunderstanding" first.
He lightly tapped the table, trying to get the attention of the four people, but no one noticed the small movement.
Hey, you dare ignore me?
Victor's temper flared.
He leaped up and delivered a high kick to the dining table; the hardness of his steel body, augmented by telekinesis, was no match for a small dining table, which was immediately split in half and brutally crushed under his foot.
The huge commotion startled both groups of people, who instinctively looked towards Victor. Happy even aimed his gun at Victor's forehead, his index finger on the trigger turning white, appearing to be pulling the trigger.
Victor adjusted his clothes and scoffed, "The safety isn't even off, how do you expect to shoot?"
Happy saw that the safety was indeed off and quickly moved to release it, but the pistol suddenly flew out of his hand, "on its own," into Victor's hand.
Victor turned off the pistol's safety.
Happy's eyes were wide, not understanding why the pistol would fly over "on its own." He was already prepared to take a bullet for Tony.
Unexpectedly, Victor held the gun in his right hand, with his left palm blocking the muzzle about 10 centimeters away, then pulled the trigger hard.
Bang! Bang! Bang! ... All 12 bullets from the P229 pistol were fired, but Victor's left hand was completely unharmed; the bullets didn't even touch his skin, intercepted by telekinesis in mid-air.
Victor controlled the 12 yellow bullets, suspended above his palm, and said disdainfully, "Don't point these toys at me again."
Happy swallowed, subconsciously nodded, then came to his senses and cautiously said, "Look, whatever you want, let's put down our weapons first?"
As he spoke, Happy raised both hands, indicating he was unarmed and had no intention of attacking.
But he still firmly shielded Tony, his heavy figure completely covering Tony.
Tony, however, was bolder.
The situation was very clear; Victor's power was absolutely overwhelming. If he wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have waited for Happy to arrive.
Tony stepped out from behind Happy, refused Happy's renewed attempt to shield him, and looked at Victor seriously.
"So, can you tell me what exactly is going on now?"
This nonchalant demeanor made Victor look at him with a bit more respect.
He gestured for Tony to calm down for a moment, then Victor waved his right hand, and all the pistols, bullets, knives, and table debris were swept by telekinesis and pushed into a corner of the restaurant.
He said to the still flailing Wanda and her brother, "I'm putting you down now to give you a chance to confront him, but we'll talk, not fight, understood?"
Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances, then both nodded decisively.
But as soon as Victor released his telekinesis, before the siblings had even found their footing, they both pounced on Tony. Judging by their fierce expressions, if Tony were actually tackled, even if they only "talked," they could still bite Tony to death.
Victor helplessly enveloped the siblings in telekinesis again.
"Let's just talk like this for now."
Tony, however, was very composed, stroking his small mustache, and said with a strange expression, "Could it be that your Mom is my ex-girlfriend? And I, uh, selectively broke up with her, so you hate me?"
Victor: [(▼へ▼メ)]
Damn it!
This joke just won't die, will it?
In that instant, Victor wanted to just release his telekinesis and let Wanda and her brother teach Tony a good lesson.
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PS: Today's update is 5300 words, adding a bit more would be enough for an extra chapter. Asking for some recommendation tickets isn't too much, is it?