American Comics Dark Lord

"Of course I'm honored. This is your award. When will the award be given?"

Regarding Colonel Rhodes' complaint, Tony's comfort came immediately. Although this comfort seemed a bit perfunctory, it had to be said that Colonel Rhodes liked this very much. .shung

"Here it is, I'll give it to you directly!"

After saying that, Colonel Rhodes directly raised the trophy in his hand and handed it to Tony.

"That's it, it saves trouble!"

Having said that, Tony still took the trophy from Colonel Rhodes and said softly: "Sorry!"

"It's ok!"

Although Tony's character is a bit bohemian, he still considers the feelings of the friends he recognizes.

"Please help me take a look. This is really special. I really don't have this thing at home!"

However, this tender Tony only lasted for a short second. He turned back into the flamboyant playboy and began to joke about the trophy in his hand.

For others, this trophy may mean honor.

But for Tony, this trophy is not even a toy.

So after praising the trophy in an extremely perfunctory manner, Tony handed the trophy directly to the beautiful woman next to him, then bent down and pushed out a bunch of chips on the bet.

After finishing all this lightly, Tony directly picked up the two blood-like red dice on the gambling table.

Tonyran handed the left hand holding the dice to the beautiful woman holding the trophy: "Help me, give me some good luck!"

The beauty with shoulder-length hair didn't even think about the request from Tony, a super rich man and playboy, and blew an ambiguous breath into Tony's left hand.

"Ok!"

Then, Tony raised his left hand in front of Colonel Rhodes: "Do some, too!"

“I don’t blow air into a man’s dice!”

Colonel Rhodes refused Tony's request without even thinking about it.

"Come on, honey!"

Although Colonel Rhodes refused, Tony obviously would not let him go so easily and continued to demand.

Tony's extravagance made Colonel Rhodes a little unhappy. He raised his right hand and pushed away the left hand that Tony offered.

"That's it, Army Colonel rolls the dice!"

Tony didn't pay attention to Colonel Rhodes's resistance. Instead, he followed Colonel Rhodes's strength and threw the dice in his hand.

After some rotation, the two transparent red dice, which looked like blood, finally stopped. Both dice were the smallest point.

"This point is wasted!"

Seeing himself throwing out the smallest number, Tony couldn't help but complain.

However, his complaint was not because he lost this round, but because he felt helpless because of Colonel Rhodes' bad luck.

Yes, that's Colonel Rhodes' bad luck.

Tony will never admit that he threw the point, and Tony Stark will never admit defeat.

"I told you!" After seeing this point, Colonel Rhodes, who looked serious, shrugged helplessly.

"This is the worst!"

As soon as Tony finished speaking, he changed the topic: "It doesn't matter, help me change some big chips!"

After exchanging the chips, Tony had no intention of continuing to play and left the casino hall with Colonel Rhodes.

"I'm leaving!"

"Ok!"

"Don't be late tomorrow!" Colonel Rhodes said seriously, holding Tony's hand.

"Okay, trust me!"

Tony directly agreed to Colonel Rhodes' reminder. Although he might not be able to do it, it was always right to agree.

"I'm serious!" Colonel Rhodes reiterated before leaving.

"I know I know!"

After casually agreeing to Colonel Rhodes, Tony happened to pass by the photo actor dressed as Caesar and directly handed over the trophy in his hand: "Caesar's things belong to Caesar, Caesar, take it!"

Tony didn't care whether the Caesar actor accepted it or not, he just stuffed the trophy over and left without looking back.

Under the protection of four bodyguards who were much stronger than ordinary men, Tony came to his Rolls-Royce.

Just as Tony was about to get into his Rolls-Royce, a crisp female voice sounded from behind him: "Mr. Stark, excuse me!"

After hearing this voice, Tony paused slightly, but he did not look back.

But this beautiful reporter, who was trotting over and wearing a gray professional suit and long blond wavy hair, was stopped by Tony's bodyguard.

"I'm Christine, a reporter from Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you two questions?"

This female reporter with beautiful appearance and first-rate figure immediately reported her home and her purpose.

"Quite right!" Happy, the bodyguard beside Tony, said quickly.

"Really?"

After hearing Happy's prompt, Tony finally turned his head and greeted the beautiful reporter who was stopped: "Hi! No problem, let her come over."

After getting Tony's signal, the responsible bodyguard released the beautiful reporter and let her come in front of Tony.

"Some people say that you are a contemporary Leonardo da Vinci. What do you think?"

After arriving in front of Tony, the blond beauty reporter quickly showed her strong professionalism, took out her voice recorder, and started an interview with Tony.

"It's just baffling, I don't paint!" Facing these interviews, Tony already has a wealth of experience and answered casually.

"What do you think of the other nickname? 'Merchant of Death'!"

This question is actually a bit tricky. If you don’t answer it well, it can easily be used by others to make a fuss about it.

However, Tony was obviously not the kind of person who cared about other people's opinions, so he expressed his opinion directly: "Not bad!"

"I assume you graduated from Berkeley?"

After answering, Tony began to guess the university where the beautiful reporter attended.

“It’s Brown University!”

"Okay, Miss Brown University! The world is not perfect, but we have no choice. I promise you, if one day there is no need for weapons to exchange for peace, I will switch to building a children's hospital!"

Although Tony's words seemed official, they were actually his true thoughts, although no one believed them until now.

"Have you rehearsed this many times?"

Obviously, this beautiful reporter who graduated from Brown University did not believe what Tony said.

"Say it in front of the mirror every night before going to bed!"

There are a lot of true things that are said in a joking way.

Because no one ever believes the truth, they only believe the answers they want to hear.

"You can see it!" So did the blonde reporter.

"I want you to see it with your own eyes!"

One of the benefits of being a playboy for a long time is that the words of sex have become instinctive. As long as you have this idea, you can express it at any time without any obstacles.