The traveling frog is living a carefree life in the Marvel universe.

"If you beg me on your knees, I might consider it."

Bai Ye laughed heartily.

Sign your name on those documents.

Billions of dollars, why not take it?

He wasn't afraid that Tony would lie to him.

If someone dares to trick him into taking on billions of dollars in debt, haha, then he'll understand what it means for someone who owes money to be more ruthless than someone who borrows it.

How about an electromagnetic railgun?

"Ok."

Tony said:

"Keep these documents safe for yourself, and then have your accountant organize them properly. He will tell you what to do."

Bai Ye nodded.

Wolf will probably be busy for a while after seeing these documents, after all, they represent assets worth billions of dollars.

And once Tony transforms Stark Industries into an energy company, it could become worth tens or even hundreds of billions of dollars, an immeasurable value.

"Um... cough cough, I also wanted to ask you something." Tony blinked and whispered, "What kind of weapon did you use last night when you almost blasted through the earth's crust with one shot?"

"Boss Tony!"

As they were speaking, Tony's voice was drowned out by a loud voice:

"I've come to see you again!"

"hollyshit!!"

Tony slapped his forehead, covering his face, as if the person about to enter was someone he was too ashamed to face.

Bai Ye was baffled, and then he saw a fat white man with a smirk walk in.

Bai Ye paid no attention to the fat white man, but when he saw the Asian youth following behind him, a sentence involuntarily popped into Bai Ye's mind:

"Natsuki, Uncle needs to speed things up..."

###Chapter 98 The Racing God of Mount Akina###

That youthful look of his is absolutely identical to that of Takumi Fujiwara, the legendary racer of Mount Akina!

"Boss Tony!"

The fat white man walked over:

"I'm so bored lately, anything fun to do? Oh, you have guests?"

Tony, looking helpless, introduced Bai Ye:

“Britt Reid, you could say he’s my little brother. Our families have been friends for generations; his dad is a well-known media mogul in America…”

"This Bai Ye, my good friend."

“A friend of Tony’s? Then we must be kindred spirits, right?” Britt Reid seemed quite easygoing, saying, “Let’s keep in touch sometime!”

"Britt, get to the point," Tony said. "If you don't have anything to say, go find somewhere cool and stay there!"

“Um…” Britt Reid leaned in and said with a grin, “Boss Tony, can I borrow your yacht for a bit?”

He pointed to the "Akina Mountain Speed ​​King" and said:

"This is my younger brother. He just did me a great service, and I want to show him around."

“No!” Tony said bluntly, “A yacht is like a girlfriend; you can’t just lend it out.”

“Why can’t I lend my girlfriend?” Britt Reid said. “How about this, Tony, if you lend me your yacht, I’ll lend you my girlfriend, how about it?”

Tony: "..."

white night:"……"

Akina Mountain Speed ​​King: "..."

Does this guy have no moral compass at all?

"You gave me your leftover dishwater to drink? Do you really think my taste is as good as yours, that I can enjoy every meal?"

Tony said speechlessly.

The reason Tony was a little embarrassed in front of Bai Ye was because, although they were all playboys, most of them were just pretending to be weak while actually being strong. Even Justin Hammer, whom Tony looked down on, was the leader of Hammer Industries, a second-tier arms giant. As for Britt Reid... he was a complete waste. His mind was completely devoid of anything except his lower body. He had been living a carefree but decadent and chaotic life under his father's protection.

"Boss Tony, please! Look, I'm only doing this in front of my little brother, give me some face!" Britt Reid clung to Tony, being all lovey-dovey.

Bai Ye, however, looked at the Akina Mountain racing legend, poured him a glass of wine, and asked with a smile:

"Chinese or Japanese?"

The Akina Mountain racing legend took the wine glass with his right hand, unconsciously touched his nose with his left hand, and said, "I am a Japanese citizen of Chinese descent, grew up in Japan, but I can also speak some Chinese."

"Do you know the 'Akina Mountain Speed ​​King'?"

Bai Ye asked tentatively.

It seems to be him, a Chinese-Japanese man who grew up in Japan...

"Uh……"

Takumi Fujiwara said:

"You've been to Mount Akina? 'Mount Akina's racing god'... I'm not worthy of that title. It's just something some friends I know made up!"

Sure enough, it's you!

Takumi Fujiwara, the racing legend of Mount Akina!

Bai Ye nodded and smiled:

“I’ve been to Japan and driven cars, so I happened to have heard of the ‘Akina Mountain Speed ​​King’. I never expected to meet him here.”

The Akina Mountain racing god is a well-known figure. Apart from the god of the undercarriage, who can rival him?

Even now, Bai Ye still vaguely remembers that poem:

The roads on Mount Akina are sparsely populated, but racers often compete to show their skills.

The pedestrians are still there, but the old driver is nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Byakuya now roughly understands Fujiwara Takumi's current identity—working for Britt's father as a diligent and creative employee. His exceptional coffee-making skills have led to a subtle friendship with Britt, and they work together on meaningful projects. Using his superior intelligence and skills, he developed an advanced weapon sports car called "Black Beauty," and the two of them drive their mobile fortresses around, having fun.

"This is my business card."

Byakuya handed Fujiwara Takumi a name tag and said:

"If you need anything, you can patronize my business, a treasure shop, which mainly sells cold weapons, amulets, and the like."

Takumi Fujiwara quickly took it and said:

"If you want to modify your car, I can help you."

Bai Ye just mentioned that he also enjoys driving. Takumi Fujiwara is currently working for Britt Reid, helping him make minor adjustments to "Black Beauty." He has plenty of free time and can take on some extra jobs, which would be nice to have some extra income.

"Okay, I'll definitely come to you if I need anything." Bai Ye asked with some curiosity, "You should be doing quite well in Japan, so why are you here working as an assistant to a rich kid?"

When this was mentioned, Takumi Fujiwara fell silent for a moment, his eyes darkening, and said:

"Some unpleasant things happened, so I didn't want to stay there any longer and wanted to go out and explore."

As for what unpleasant thing was...

Without Fujiwara Takumi saying more, Byakuya probably already knew:

"Even the fastest AE86 can't catch up with Natsuki sitting in the Mercedes."

Takumi Fujiwara continued:

“When I came out, I thought I was an adult and could do whatever I wanted. But I didn’t expect to encounter danger on my second day in New York. Luckily, I met Britt’s father, who saved me. So I’ve been his driver ever since.”

Once Takumi Fujiwara said that, Bai Ye understood. No wonder Takumi Fujiwara hung out with a decadent rich kid like Britt Reid; his father had saved his life!

Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable that Takumi Fujiwara was able to create a car like the "Black Beauty".

"Then..." Bai Ye thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know magic tricks? Or do you have any relatives who are good at magic tricks?"

"Magic?" Takumi Fujiwara looked at Byakuya with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding why this person was asking him so many questions like he was taking a census. "I've tried learning some small magic tricks in my spare time, I don't know if that counts? As for relatives... I've always seen my dad make a living running a tofu shop since I was a child, and we've never had any relatives visiting. I don't really know much about relatives."

"Oh, I see... then it's alright." Bai Ye smiled and, meeting Fujiwara Takumi's surprised gaze, explained, "It's just that I felt you looked familiar as soon as I saw you, like someone who does magic tricks, so I asked you a few more questions."

"Oh."

Takumi Fujiwara nodded.

The world is a vast and wondrous place, and it's perfectly normal for people to look somewhat alike.

When he traveled to Hong Kong Island, he even saw a policeman who looked a lot like his father!

"Boss Tony, we've been friends since we were kids, are you not even going to give me this much face?"

Britt Reid is still harassing Tony.

"Tell me yourself, how many times have you made mistakes that you didn't dare let your dad know, and I've always been the one to clean up your messes?" Tony said. "And now you're blaming me for not giving you face?"

However, Tony was really annoyed by Britt Reid's persistence, so he said:

"Look at your pitiful look... How about this, I happen to be free lately, so I'll treat you and your little brother to a ride today! I don't trust you with my yacht; who knows what you'll do to me!"

Because his confession to Xiaolajiao didn't go smoothly, he was also thinking of going out for a few days to shake off those frustrating feelings.

"That works too!"

Britt Reid was finally satisfied.

"Bai Ye, want to come along?"

"Tony asked."

"You barely slept last night, and you still want to go out partying?" Bai Ye took a sip of his drink and said, "Aren't you afraid of dying from overwork?"

"Didn't you tell me, 'Why sleep so much before death? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die'? Are you going or not?" Tony said, "Forget it!"

Bai Ye: "Then let's go together!"

Even if one is as insignificant as an ant, one should have the ambition of a sea king; even if one's life is as fragile as paper, one should have the heart to criticize!