Tony's single line had detonated the entire food hall.
The moment his words about Elsa spread through the air, the atmosphere turned chaotic.
Conversations overlapped, whispers multiplied, and within seconds, what began as a confrontation became a spectacle. Disciples from outside rushed in, drawn by curiosity, while others immediately activated their golden orbs and mobile devices to capture every moment.
Tony stood there calmly, completely unaffected, while the storm he created grew larger around him.
The hammer-wielding young man shifted his gaze toward Elsa, with a look of doubt.
"Bond, don't believe him. I won't even allow this fellow to touch my fingertips. He is just speaking nonsense," Elsa said in a hurried tone as she struggled to face everyone staring at her with suspicion.
Tony tilted his head slightly, his expression almost thoughtful.
"Yes.. yes… she is right. I only touched once… didn't do any squeezing act," Tony said like an honest witness.
