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"You? Applying to be a bodyguard?"
Tony looked at Darian with an absurd expression.
Darian nodded: "That's right. You just happen to need a bodyguard, and I just happen to need an employer."
What a coincidence that was.
Tony rolled his eyes, too lazy to beat around the bush, and cut straight to the chase: "Happy was injured by you, wasn't he?"
Darian immediately widened his eyes: "You can't just say things like that. I've never even seen your bodyguard."
"...I never said Happy was my bodyguard."
Tony felt his Sun temple throbbing and asked irritably: "Why would a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent like you come to be my bodyguard?"
Darian shrugged: "I can't help it. An Agent's salary is too low, so I have to come out and do part-time jobs for extra cash. Some Agents even write web novels as a side job, but after they stopped updating, readers tracked down their address and broke their legs. They're still bedridden now. But that reader was recruited by our agency, after all, talent like that is truly rare."
Tony: "."
What kind of nonsense was this?
"I don't need a new bodyguard, and besides, Happy isn't my only bodyguard." Tony flatly refused.
Jarvis interjected at the opportune moment: "Sir, a correction. Your other twelve bodyguards were also attacked and hospitalized this afternoon. The attackers' descriptions are consistent: a man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and beach shorts."
"??? "
Tony stared at the innocent-looking Darian. Was this something a human would do!?
"Artificial intelligence?"
Darian was surprised by Jarvis's existence.
Although artificial intelligence was already common in his era, and some people even fell in love with AI, he remembered that the timeline in this game seemed to be 2008, and AI was quite rare in this era.
"Yes, Sir, I am Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence butler, Jarvis." Jarvis replied.
"Can you switch to an older sister-like voice?" Darian asked curiously.
"...No, Mr. Stark has not set any other voices for me."
"How boring."
Darian pouted, seriously suspecting Tony had some special fetish.
What normal man would set his AI butler to such a magnetic, British uncle voice?
Tony took a deep breath: "I don't need a bodyguard, I can manage on my own!"
"Are you sure?"
Darian raised an eyebrow and said cheerfully: "Don't say I didn't warn you. Those stockholders out there now want nothing more than to chop you into eight pieces. They're far more vicious than those Terrorists. They might even chop off your little brother and boil it for soup."
Tony's expression instantly froze.
He was silent for two seconds, then almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the words: "Congratulations, you're hired!"
"Alright, Boss." Darian grinned.
Outside the Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles, the lights were brilliant, and a red carpet was laid out.
Countless media reporters set up their long lenses and short cannons, vying to interview the socialites walking the red carpet, flashlights flashing one after another.
Just then, a deep and immensely oppressive engine roar approached from afar, instantly drowning out the commotion on site!
A silver-gray luxury sports car was seen driving from a distance, rushing towards the red carpet entrance at an astonishing speed.
Just as everyone thought it would lose control and crash into the guardrail, the sports car executed a sharp, almost arrogant drift, its tires screeching against the ground, and came to a stable stop at the starting point of the red carpet.
A sharp-eyed reporter immediately recognized the car model and its Master.
"It's Tony Stark!"
"Oh my God! Tony Stark is actually here!"
"Quick! Point the camera there! Don't you dare photograph those two damned fake balls! Photograph Tony Stark!"
"."
The exclamations instantly ignited the reporter's area.
All the cameras and flashlights, like sharks smelling blood, turned in unison towards the sports car.
One must know, Tony Stark was the undisputed king of traffic, his topicality and attention far surpassing any celebrity or political official.
His appearance immediately became the focus of everyone.
Soon, Tony stepped out of the car and adjusted his suit.
However, his face looked a little pale, and his steps seemed a bit unsteady.
Darian got out of the driver's seat, closed the car door, and shook his head at Tony's appearance: "You look a bit weak. You can't even handle this speed."
Who the hell would drive over two hundred miles per hour in the city!?
Tony suppressed the churning in his stomach and his dizziness, roaring wildly in his heart.
He swore, he would never ride in a car driven by Darian again in his life!
Tony tried his best to maintain his composure, pretending not to hear Darian's words, and walked towards the concert hall entrance with slightly floating steps.
At the entrance, he met a burly bald man.
This man was the second largest shareholder of Stark Industries, an old friend of his father, Obadiah Stane.
"The Master hasn't even arrived, what is the guest doing here?"
"Look who's here, isn't this our hottest topic person?"
Seeing Tony's arrival, Stane wore a seemingly amiable smile, but his eyes flickered.
At this moment, Stane's gaze fell upon Darian, who was beside Tony.
Before this, Darian knew he was attending a banquet, so he had changed into a well-tailored pure White suit in advance.
[Equipment: Charisma Suit (A very handsome suit that greatly increases your charisma when worn)]
With the enhancement of this suit, Darian, whose appearance was already not inferior to that of the readers, looked exceptionally dazzling. His brilliance even momentarily made the people around him appear somewhat dull, almost overshadowing Tony beside him.
As for why it was 'almost'?
There was nothing he could do. Tony had the powerful aura of a billionaire, and no amount of charisma could suppress that.
Stane observed Darian, who had an outstanding demeanor and was even more striking than the surrounding socialites, secretly speculating that the other party's identity was definitely not simple.
With the idea of getting acquainted, he asked Tony: "And this gentleman is?"
"My new bodyguard."
"?"
Stane looked bewildered.
Is the bodyguard industry this competitive now?
Tony was clearly not interested in explaining further. After a few perfunctory words with Stane, he took Darian into the concert hall.
Walking into the concert hall, Tony immediately saw his female assistant Potts, who was holding a wine glass and conversing with someone.
"Do as you please."
Tony threw a sentence to Darian and walked directly towards Potts, engaging in an office romance in front of everyone.
"As expected of Master Tony, known as the playboy. His flirting skills are definitely maxed out."
Darian watched the two, who were almost merging, and shook his head, indicating he couldn't learn it.
Before the game started, he was a single dog. He wasn't bad-looking, but he just couldn't find a partner. To this day, he still couldn't understand why.
At this moment, a blonde beauty in a dazzling evening gown noticed Darian and walked over with a charming smile.
"Hey, are you here alone?"
"Nonsense, half a person might scare you to death."
"..."