He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

Faced with the tough guy, the mother instinctively stepped aside, reminding him, "Don't be reckless and hit him, he's one of our members!"

The tough guy glared at Los, who had just gotten out of the car, for a long time. He looked at the SUV, then at the black-robed member beside him, and couldn't help but curse:

"Fuck! If he hadn't come, I would have thought you were all a bunch of homeless vagrants!"

The members of the Boys: "..."

I felt insulted, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The lead butcher stepped forward, extending his left hand to Los. "Butcher, Billy Butcher, welcome."

Los knew why he didn't extend his right hand, and smiled as he shook hands with him.

"Iron Man, Los."

……

Inside the manor house.

The campfire crackled and popped.

The members of the Boys stared blankly at the black-haired youth sitting on the single sofa.

This was the first time they had seen the true face of the hacker Iron Man.

Asian, around eighteen years old.

Beneath his thick, jet-black hair styled with hair wax, his chiseled face was sunny and handsome, and his physique appeared both tall and robust, exuding a gentle and refined aristocratic air.

His bright eyes reflected the firelight, gleaming with confidence.

His expensive Italian-style handmade suit and shoes made him look even more pricey, as if they were specially chosen to be the models for him, given his perfect physique.

With that brand-new SUV outside, it's no wonder the soldier boy said that in comparison, it was like comparing a homeless person to a rich kid.

French couldn't help but ask, "Loss, is your family very wealthy?"

The butcher looked at Los, which was also the question he wanted to ask.

Los smiled and nodded, saying, "You could say that. Steel Body Industries is owned by my family."

"The steel industry, a company valued at trillions, is it yours?"

Everyone on the field was stunned.

In the past two months, a high-tech company has emerged almost out of nowhere, initially becoming a rising star in the tech industry with its advanced assistive devices that have taken the world by storm.

Now, this industrial company has successively acquired companies in multiple fields such as aviation, computers, and satellites, and its development has been unprecedentedly smooth and rapid.

There are even spontaneous, fanatical tech enthusiasts who spend their days online chanting declarations of "physical suffering, mechanical ascension," which is practically indistinguishable from an alternative religion.

"You big spender!"

The tough-looking soldier boy crossed his arms and, for some reason, cursed.

This time, the members in black robes silently agreed.

Indeed, this is a true big spender of dogs!

Los's eyes gleamed, revealing that the steel-bodied industrial man was not trying to flaunt his wealth.

just.

Unless he reveals a sufficiently compelling true identity, the suspicious butcher will never believe him.

After all, it's impossible for an ordinary wealthy person to be a top-tier hacker while also being able to develop a temporary Compound V using Compound V.

If his origins lie in the steel industry, then that makes perfect sense.

Los looked at the soldier boy and smiled, "Sir, our industry has now developed a new material that can modify the shield in your hand, making it indestructible."

The soldier boy was somewhat tempted by the words, but he still maintained his meticulously groomed beard and proudly puffed out his chest, declaring defiantly:

"Kid, don't try to get close to me! I know capitalists all too well!"

Los looked at the soldier boy who was somewhat similar in temperament to the Homelander.

He spread his hands and said regretfully:

"Well, it's a pity that the shield made of that material might bounce back like a boomerang in your hands, defying the laws of physics."

"A shield that can be thrown out and then return?"

The soldier boy's heart skipped a beat, but he still stubbornly said, "You made that up, didn't you!"

Los retorted, "Just pretend I made this up, so you won't be unable to sleep tonight."

The soldier boy's eyes widened, and he was about to explode, given his temper.

Breast milk quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, it's rare for Iron Man to come. This is the first time our Black Robe Watch has gathered, so let's have a few drinks."

"We have all kinds of alcohol here."

Hughie also rummaged through the estate's cupboards and pulled out several bottles of his wine collection.

Los knew that the manor was originally the residence of the Countess of Deep Space, who was also Soldier Boy's former teammate and ex-girlfriend.

The Countess of Deep Space is nowhere to be seen; she has clearly been killed by the Soldier Boy.

After all, it was Xuanse and his teammates who had paid for their blood debt that betrayed the soldier boy and sold him to the Soviet Union.

Sensing the atmosphere, the butcher agreed, "A little drink is fine, but don't get drunk."

The soldier boy scoffed at his words and challenged Los, "Rich kid, dare to have a drinking contest with me?"

Los retorted without backing down, "Come on, just don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly."

The night is long.

Inside the forest manor, the campfire burned continuously, and the lamplight flickered.

After a few glasses of vodka, the soldier boy looked at the young man sitting next to him, drinking without changing his expression, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Within the Boys, he always looked down on cowards like Hughie, and just looking at them made him want to punch them.

I thought that only the butcher was a tough guy here.

Unexpectedly, the young man who has just come of age is much more manly than the other members, with a strong aura and an aggressive demeanor and words.

The soldier boy found Los increasingly pleasing to the eye, took a sip of strong liquor, and commented:

"Those Soviets were wicked, but the liquor they brewed was really good, giving me a sense of exhilaration, like when we landed in Normandy during World War II."

Los downed a glass as well, and casually remarked, "Really? To me, it feels more like a breezy, pleasant night—tasteless."

"Kid."

The soldier boy, with a stern and resolute expression, stared intently at Los with his deep eyes and said earnestly:

"I'm asking you, what kind of woman do you prefer, older or younger?"

Los glanced at him and said irritably, "You have a daughter who wants to marry me?"

The soldier boy said matter-of-factly, "I can have my goddaughter Hughie give you a blowjob."

"Pfft!" Hughie, who was drinking nearby and was inexplicably shot, spat out a mouthful of red wine and glared angrily at the soldier boy.

I think so.

Los took a sip of his drink and replied earnestly, "An eighteen-year-old girl is like a dessert, sweet and delicious, very satisfying."

The soldier boy's eyes dimmed.

At this point, Los continued, "As for older women, with enough intellectual depth and charm, they become like fine wine, growing more mellow with age."

The soldier boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

Los clenched his left hand loosely and said confidently, "I choose to have it all."

of course.

Older women can stay young forever.

The American comic book universe is home to all sorts of races, including gods, aliens, and higher-dimensional beings, so age is not an issue at all.

The mother breast, not far away, twitched at the corner of her mouth upon hearing Los's reply.

This is a bit different from the Iron Man he imagined.

Aren't top hackers always highly intelligent and aloof?

Why are Iron Man and Soldier Boy discussing such vulgar adult topics in such a serious manner?

At this moment, the soldier boy fell silent after hearing Los's answer.

His tall, imposing back trembled slightly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and, without a word, placed it on Los's shoulder, exclaiming:

"You little rascal, you have good taste. We should be brothers."