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

The other party sent me a color picture.

It's just the kind of thing that's really an eyesore.

“You certainly don’t want Howard Cent to see these photos, do you, Glass?”

Quentin's face was extremely gloomy as he slowly hung up the phone.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, someone came up to him: "Mr. Quentin, the brothers are all ready. When shall we set off?"

At this point, Quentin had no time to deal with such a trivial matter as finding someone. He dealt with it casually, leaving his subordinates in charge of the operation, while he drove to the Widham Hotel.

At such a crucial moment, Quentin suddenly left the table. If Howard Cent didn't suspect him, nothing would happen. But once he did suspect him, it would be a huge flaw...

……

Happy Hogan is Tony's bodyguard.

However, Happy Hogan can't revolve around Tony every moment; he also has his own life.

Today, Tony has returned to his mansion with a second-tier female celebrity, no longer needing Tony's close protection, so Happy Hogan has a short vacation.

He chose to go to the cinema to watch a movie.

It wasn't peak time at the movie theater, so the crowd was sparse and there wasn't any stuffiness that would make you feel annoyed. The atmosphere was just right.

Happy Hogan, holding a Coke in one hand and potato chips in the other, quietly waited for the film to begin.

By the light of the screen, Happy Hogan suddenly spotted a stunningly beautiful woman about three rows in front of him. Her beauty and allure far surpassed even the second-tier actress Tony had hooked up with that night.

"I wonder which bastard this woman belongs to?"

Happy Hogan thought to himself with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Being ugly and not having much money, Happy Hogan couldn't imagine how happy that kind of happiness really was!

next moment.

Right next to that sexy woman stood a man whose appearance could be described as stunning.

Happy Hogan thought that this man was nothing special, at most just a tiny bit more handsome than his boss Tony Stark.

"Um!?"

Happy suddenly felt that the man looked familiar; after all, his handsome appearance was hard to forget.

"Mr. Bai Ye?"

Happy certainly knew him; Bai Ye was now his boss's best friend.

It's a pity this is in a movie theater, otherwise he would definitely have gone up to greet Bai Ye.

He saw Bai Ye greet him politely and sit down next to the sexy woman.

The movie was about to begin.

"Is that beautiful woman Mr. Bai Ye's date tonight?"

"I really envy those rich and handsome people. I can't even imagine their happiness."

Happy Hogan's mind was no longer on the movie; he was secretly grieving, wondering where the future lay for this short, poor, and ugly guy.

Suddenly, Happy noticed that Bai Ye and the sexy woman exchanged a few words, but the effect didn't seem to be very good; the sexy woman's response was somewhat perfunctory.

Happy feels good.

hum.

So what if he's handsome? So what if he's rich?

There are good women in this world who don't care about fame or fortune, and don't judge by appearance!

But his joy was short-lived. Happy's vigilance as Tony's bodyguard led him to vaguely see Bai Ye reach into his ear, then seem to pull something out and discard it...

Bai Ye and the sexy woman quickly started chatting and laughing.

"What is Mr. Bai Ye doing? The thing in his ear, it must be an earphone?"

Happy pondered:

"Mr. Bai Ye, what do you need the earphones for? Are you... on some kind of secret mission?"

He also knew Bai Ye's identity; it was no ordinary person!

Holy crap!

Unfortunately, I'm uncultured; all I can say is "Holy crap!"

Because he had already seen it, in just the time it took to think, that sexy woman was already chatting and laughing with Bai Ye.

Happy was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

When Bai Ye first entered, he clearly didn't recognize the sexy woman. Later, when Bai Ye tried to strike up a conversation with her, he was rejected. But how come he was able to chat with her so easily after just picking his ear?

What happened in the blink of an eye?

Happy was confused.

So, being handsome is all it takes to be so domineering?

Can you chat with beautiful women so easily?

Happy fell silent, feeling bewildered by this messed-up world.

Does being ugly mean you have no human rights?!

Happy finally realized that he shouldn't deceive himself anymore...

Ugly people have no human rights.

Even though a comedy movie was playing on the movie theater screen, Happy couldn't laugh at all.

He sat in his seat, looking utterly indifferent—people's joys and sorrows are not shared, I only find their noise annoying!

Bai Ye hadn't expected that his first intelligence-gathering mission would be so surprisingly easy.

Livia and Bai Ye had a pleasant chat.

They were even amused by Bai Ye's humor and burst into laughter.

Bai Ye said:

"Livia, let me tell you, there are more and more unscrupulous markets these days. You have to be careful when you go out to buy groceries in the future."

Livia: "Huh? Why?"

Bai Ye: "Yesterday I went to buy fruit, and when I tasted 15 cherries, the vendor whispered something in my ear..."

Have you no shame?

Livia was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening and burst into laughter.

"Right? You think it's outrageous too, right?!" Bai Ye said, "I never expected that someone would be selling their face in a small fruit market. It's terrifying! I was so scared that I ran away!"

###Chapter 44 Being handsome means you can do whatever you want###

Bai Ye walked out of the movie theater.

"I didn't expect intelligence work to be this easy?"

Bai Ye said happily:

"It seems I have the potential to become a secret agent!"

He easily extracted a lot of useful information from Livia.

This reminded Bai Ye of his past life, of his dormitory with four people. Besides him, one was surnamed Mo, one was surnamed Han, and the other was surnamed Li.

Only the one surnamed Li, a fat otaku, was jealous that the three of them could often go out with very beautiful girls, so he kept asking them how they won the favor of these women.

The person surnamed Mo said: As long as you are handsome enough and can chat well, you are called humorous and witty; if you can't chat well, you are called ascetic; if you have high emotional intelligence, you are called mature; if you have low emotional intelligence, you are called cute and silly.

If someone is ugly but good at chatting, they're called a "simp"; if they're bad at chatting, they're called a "male chauvinist." If someone has high emotional intelligence, they're called "slick and worldly-wise"; if they have low emotional intelligence, they're called a "jerk."

With your looks, the only way to win a woman's favor is to get plastic surgery.

That's right, being handsome means you can do whatever you want.

Whether you're genuinely handsome or not!

The man surnamed Mo was just telling the truth, but the man surnamed Li got angry with him and said things like, "Only sissies sleep with women, real men should sleep with men," which is just sour grapes. After saying that, he started playing CrossFire.

Bai Ye: "Sigh, it seems being handsome means you can do whatever you want!"

……

"Mr. Cent."

A male servant knocked on the door of Cent's study:

How do I pay for this?

"what?"

“I found this in Mrs. Cent’s car.”

This is a parking bill.

Where are you from?

Howard Cent took the bill and looked at it.

“The Widham Hotel,” the valet said. “Yesterday’s.”

Howard Cent narrowed his eyes and asked casually, "I remember yesterday, you asked where Quentin went?"

"Wedham Hotel".

Howard Cent was silent for a moment: "Mike, give me the phone bill for the past week."

After reviewing the phone bill, Howard Centurion realized that Quentin had received a call from an anonymous number the previous night, and then left home for the Widham Hotel—it all made perfect sense…

Howard Cent's expression remained relatively calm as he drove directly to Quentin's house.

He wanted to confront Quentin in person and get things cleared up.

My wife is pure and innocent, my brothers are upright and honest, and I, Howard, have never been cuckolded by anyone.