Chapter 137: Revenge Should Be Taken on the Spot

Chapter 137: Revenge Should Be Taken on the Spot

As the first rays of morning sunlight illuminated the streets of Brooklyn, another chaotic day began.

Addicts from the night before lay sprawled across the sidewalks, while half-asleep dancers, wrapped in blankets, were herded out of the buildings. A few African-American hippies leered at passing women, and children, with their furtive movements, tried to pickpocket unsuspecting pedestrians, only to be thwarted by their wary targets.

A ridiculously expensive sports car appeared on these incongruous streets, instantly drawing greedy and resentful glances. However, the two muscular, well-trained security guards in the car quickly dissuaded any potential troublemakers.

Tony was a bit surprised by the scene. His life revolved around beautiful women, pool parties, and business towers, which made this place seem entirely out of place. He couldn't help but ask the bodyguard.

"New York still has places like this?"

"The environment in Brooklyn isn't great, but it's getting better. It will continue to improve."

The bodyguard replied in a formal tone.

The luxury car drove through the bustling market and into a residential area, finally stopping in front of a two-story house.

"Wait here."

Clearly, bringing a bodyguard wasn't the most polite approach. Tony straightened his collar, squared his shoulders, and walked into the yard.

He had already planned it out: he would offer Luk a position at Stark Industries, a leisurely job where his main responsibility would be writing novels.

Proudly, the great Tony Stark would personally deliver the job offer!

Tony rang the doorbell, and the door opened. Just as he was about to speak, he saw no one. He looked down and found a large, well-fed black dog staring up at him.

"Wow, what a cool dog. What breed is it?"

Unable to resist, he bent down to pet the dog, but the dog turned its head away, giving him a disapproving look before running to the person approaching and rubbing against their legs.

What a little attitude!

Tony wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. How could he see disdain in a dog's eyes?

"This is a new breed I developed called 'Ten Shadows.' His name is Xiaohei."

Tony looked up, his pupils dilating in surprise. The person standing before him was dressed in a gray casual outfit, with deep-set eyes, a prominent nose, and sensuous lips. His appearance was strikingly handsome, and his physique was perfectly proportioned, with smooth, defined muscles. His presence was so captivating that it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Damn, this guy's looks are on par with mine!

Tony had initially suspected that the photo he saw was fake. While JARVIS had shown him a graduation photo of Luk, five years wasn't enough time for someone to change so dramatically.

He stood up and realized the person was slightly taller than him, which darkened his mood a bit.

"I don't need to introduce myself, right?" Tony said confidently.

No one in New York, no, in the entire United States, didn't recognize his face.

"Of course, Tony Stark. Your fame has spread from Iron Man 1 to Avengers 4. Everyone knows who you are."

Luk was also puzzled by Tony's visit. While he had considered reaching out to Tony, he hadn't expected Tony to show up on his doorstep.

"What brings you here?"

"Are Iron Man and the Avengers the new material for your novels?"

Tony seemed unaware of the rule against answering a question with another question, but his words gave Luk a clue, and his expression softened.

So, he's a reader!

A rich aroma wafted from the living room, and Tony's nose twitched.

Even though he was used to gourmet meals, he had never smelled anything so delicious. His appetite surged, and he couldn't help but swallow.

Seeing his reaction, Luk invited him, "I made breakfast. Would you like to try it?"

"Sure, what did you make? Do you have any cheeseburgers?"

"I usually eat Chinese food."

"Never mind! I'm not interested in Chinese food."

...

Ten minutes later, Tony, with a grim expression, licked his plate clean, scraping off the last drop of grease.

He let out a contented sigh and looked at Luk suspiciously, "You didn't put anything illegal in there, did you?"

"You can take some back and test it."

Luk calmly pushed his unfinished plate over.

This is leftover food, this is leftover food, this is leftover food.

Tony had to repeat it three times to finally tear his eyes away from the plate. He looked at Luk determinedly and grabbed his hand.

"Listen, Luk, be my personal chef. Name your price."

After tasting Luk's cooking, he realized that everything he had eaten before was garbage. Eating those things again would be torture.

Tony never let himself suffer!

"Hold on, hold on. Didn't you want me to write novels for you?"

"No, compared to your cooking, your novels are a mess. Since you've stopped writing, you don't need to consider it anymore. Just be my chef!"

Tony tightened his grip on Luk's hand, his expression excited but tinged with concern, as if afraid Luk might choose the wrong path.

Luk: (▼_▼)



If you weren't Iron Man, I'd scatter your ashes right now!

"Sorry, Tony, I'm not interested in being a chef."

Luk took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and replied calmly, "You might not believe me, but my lifelong goal is world peace. I want to save the world."

Tony: (ー_ー)



I can't believe that in this day and age, someone still has such medieval ideas. Captain America, right?

No, Luke and Captain America are clearly not on the same page.

Captain America can't even cook!

"You're so principled, Luke. You should join Stark Industries even more!"

No one

understands peace

better than he does!

Tony tried to sell the idea, "As everyone knows, Stark Industries has the world's most advanced weapons. We are the strongest defenders of world peace."

"No, Tony. Weapons just expand the scale of wars and multiply the number of deaths. I admit that a nation without military protection is vulnerable to invasion, but weapons are not the cure for the world's ills."

Luke shook his head, looking at Tony with a complex expression, as if he was worried about something.

Tony rubbed his face, not feeling anything, but he found it a bit strange. Still, he continued with his pitch.

"So, what will it take for you to be my chef?"

Luke thought for a moment, then beckoned. Little Black and Little White trotted over eagerly.

"Wow, such cool dogs, and you have two of them."

Tony whistled and complimented them. He usually didn't like dogs much; cats were more likely to win a woman's favor. But Luke's dogs were truly impressive, and he found himself liking them.

"Here's the deal. If you, or someone you bring, can beat these two dogs, I'll agree to be your chef."

"That's simple."

Tony pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Come in."

Two muscular, professionally trained bodyguards walked into the room without expression.

"You two, can you beat these two dogs?"

Bodyguard A replied in a deep voice, "Mr. Stark, please do not doubt our abilities. However, I must point out that protecting you does not include initiating combat with dogs unless they attack you."

"Ten thousand dollars each if you win."

Tony immediately threw money at the problem, and it worked wonders.

Bodyguard B stepped forward, "I am different. I will fulfill any instruction from my employer."

"Me too, I was just drunk and talking nonsense!"

"The drunk bodyguard is too unprofessional. I'll do it!"

Impatient, Little Black let out a bark and ran up.

...

Thirty seconds later, Tony was dumbfounded as he watched the bodyguards lose consciousness after being slapped by Little Black.

"Your dogs' combat skills are a bit off, aren't they?"

Could these dogs be aliens, or mechanical dogs disguised as animals?

Luke petted the dog that came over to claim its reward. "They are a new breed."

Tony: "..."

Even a new breed couldn't possibly beat two burly men!

He knew his bodyguards were top-notch, elite among elites, and could take on three opponents easily.

"Fine, I'll accept the loss."

Tony sighed and gave up on the idea of Luke being his personal chef. But then an idea struck him.

"You don't write novels or cook. What do you want to do for a job?"

"Doctor!"

Luke's gaze was firm. "I want to be a doctor, to save lives and heal the wounded."

"But you studied biology in college. You can't pass the medical licensing exam, can you?"

"But my medical skills are very advanced."

"More advanced than your cooking?" Tony asked curiously.

"Of course!"

"Really?"

Tony was skeptical. It wasn't that he looked down on chefs, but the complexity of the two fields was on entirely different levels. Medicine was a very intricate and challenging path—well, for ordinary people. He, a genius, would definitely excel at it.

"Of course." Luke looked Tony up and down. "For example, I can see that your liver and kidney functions are not up to par."

Tony blurted out, "You're full of it!"

He admitted his liver might have issues, but his kidneys? Impossible!

He, Tony Stark, was a master of the highest caliber, a night owl who always left a trail of satisfied women. His stamina was like a perpetual motion machine, made of super-alloy steel, with maximum recovery power...

"I can cure you, Tony."

Tony: "..."

He hesitated, then whispered, "Really?"

At his age, he was feeling a bit less energetic, and his weapons had seen too much use, wearing down from a fighter jet to a reconnaissance plane.

All technique, no power!

"Of course."

"Cough, show me... don't misunderstand, I'm fine, just a bit tired lately!"

"I understand, Tony." Luke glanced at the two bodyguards and used an invisible healing power to wake them up.

Then he smiled gently, "Though I'm not a licensed doctor, I have a strong sense of medical ethics. I won't tell anyone about your premature ejaculation."

Tony's face turned red. Just as he was about to ask about the treatment, he caught the two bodyguards climbing to their feet, both staring at him.

...

Watching Tony flee in panic, Luke's lips curled into a slight smile.

Serves you right for calling my writing a pile of garbage!

(End of Chapter)

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