Super God: If I punch you, you will die

However, he still doesn't frequent bars like that often.

The place is deserted.

Quiet.

Quiet.

There was no sound.

This bar, nestled in a bustling area yet so unique, made Stark feel uneasy. After all, Stark was a very low-key person, yet so many people admired and envied him.

No, no, no, he doesn't like to immerse himself in crowds.

No, that's not vanity.

That was a low-key acceptance.

To receive admiration and respect from others.

Although it's different from others, it's just a small bar. Sure enough, while its strength completely overwhelms me, Stark, its financial resources are lacking.

However, Stark would not mock anyone; everyone is equal.

Tony Stark straightened his back and strode into the unassuming bar. Once inside, Stark's gaze swept around; the decor was minimalist, simple yet stylish, and the taste was quite good.

At the bar stood a man in his early twenties, his chiseled profile illuminated by the Hunan-style lights.

That's right.

it's him.

Tony Stark's heart even skipped a beat.

However, the next second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

One minute.

Excuse me?

Stark received neither a warm welcome nor a surprised look; he was simply left hanging.

Stark shrugged.

What a unique bartender! The bar owner must be incredibly generous to hire someone like that. Stark is a man of great things; he wouldn't stoop to such trivialities.

Yes, magnanimity.

"good evening."

Stark made a dashing gesture; he was a typical bar heartthrob. Whenever he was in a bar, he would attract attention, especially from glamorous women who would always sit next to him with a drink in hand.

There's no way around it, being a charming man is also a sin.

"What would you like to drink?"

Lin Yan didn't look up; he remained focused on his novel. Before transmigrating, Lin Yan was a novel enthusiast. He had once read a book called "Super God: One Punch from Me and You'll Die" on a good website, and it was quite good.

Still fresh in my memory.

I never thought I could see this in the world.

Being able to revisit it now is a good choice.

A simply designed price list lay on one side of Stark. He looked a little embarrassed, but quickly regained his composure.

Stark raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing the price list.

In the US and Europe, beer is cheap.

The same applies in bars, where a bottle costs only a few dollars. Such a price is very low for the locals' income.

Drinking beer has become a culture; it's as common as drinking water for them.

Since it has become a habit, it cannot be distinguished by its value.

And this bar.

The price is staggering.

However, what concerned Stark most was why the man before him showed no reaction whatsoever. He possessed the largest intelligence network in the entire United States, his influence extending to every corner. He displayed vision unlike that of ordinary people, able to locate anyone's whereabouts within 24 hours.

This is a testament to strength and financial resources.

The man in front of him, however, remained icy and indifferent.

“Dude, a thousand dollars for a Red Flame.” Stark finally ordered one, even though it cost a thousand dollars, he didn’t care.

This must be the first time I've encountered such a straightforward customer.

however.

The effect was not as expected. The bartender's movements were fluid and seamless, even somewhat pleasing to the eye, as if he were performing an art exhibition.

But he didn't even glance at Stark.

This is unusual.

“Let’s have twelve cups, that’s just how I am…” Stark didn’t finish his sentence; this was his way of being low-key, humble, and insightful.

Twelve cups of [Red Flame], each one like a burning flame, the color of which is astonishing.

Stark took a sip, still maintaining his nonchalant demeanor.

"Ahem, hello, Tony Stark, nice to meet you."

[Fire] offers only a few cocktails, but the selection isn't extensive, which was Lin Yan's decision. After all, why bother working hard when you can just coast along? However, given that there's still some time left in this world, having a stable source of income is also important.

As it turns out, he was quite lucky.

For example, the sucker right in front of you.

Lin Yan finally took his gaze away from the novel page briefly and said in a calm voice.

"Lin Yan."

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"Lin Yan."

The brief and concise introduction, coupled with Lin Yan's calm and composed expression, made Stark experience for the first time what it meant to be ignored.

"Cough cough."

Stark cleared his throat awkwardly. If he wanted to continue the conversation, he had to break the deadlock. He, Stark, was always the center of attention, a superstar. However, there was no castle he, Stark, couldn't conquer.

In this world, money is the only thing that can't be broken.

“Mr. Lin Yan, Stark Industries has always valued talent. Cough cough, we have always treated our talent very well. It’s certainly not worse than what that organization offers you.”

Stark reached out his hand.

Stark Industries is the nation's largest arms supplier, with no rivals. People in the military, political, and business circles all have to give him face.

He is the chairman of Stark Industries, who inherited a vast business empire from his father. A billionaire and arms manufacturer, he is known for his unique lifestyle, intelligence, and genius as an inventor.

The Mark armor was a masterpiece that shocked the world.

Even the military is eyeing it covetously.

They coveted Stark's great inventions.

In addition to the abilities granted to him by the armor, Stark, a genius in the world of invention, continues to create new technologies and constantly improve existing ones.

He, Stark, prides himself on being a futurist.

Stark Industries has always been a coveted destination for talented individuals. They can reap not only wealth, but also glory and prestige.

A job offer is something many people dream of.

If anyone knew that Lin Yan had gained Stark's appreciation and that Stark had personally come to invite him, they would surely be genuinely envious.

What kind of treatment is this?

Even the president is no better.

"Is the total of 12,000 US dollars paid by card or cash?"

Lin Yan said calmly, seemingly showing no interest whatsoever in Stark's offer. This was an invitation from the biggest military-industrial conglomerate.

So indifferent.

"Mr. Lin, please reconsider. The fee I offer is a thousand times higher than the wages here. Business here, frankly, is quite slow. This owner seems to be not very good at business. The cocktails are nice, but the prices are..."

Stark spoke eloquently.

From a young age, he frequented various social events and was acquainted, or at least knew, with bigwigs in the military, political, and business circles of the country. When it came to negotiation, Stark dared to say he was second to none.

This silver tongue of hers can be considered a national treasure.

Stark thought to himself, a slight smile on his face.

Lin Yan glanced at him sideways and said calmly.

"This is my bar."

Stark: "..."

Stark stared in disbelief, swallowing hard. His smile froze; it was too embarrassing.

Stark doesn't need to lift a finger when it comes to women; every woman throws herself at him. This is the first time he's invited a man. Moreover, Stark's secret investigation reveals that Nick Fury, the bald-headed director, has already taken action.

If Lin Yan were to join Nick Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. team, he could imagine that Lin Yan could surpass him in no time and become a national legend.

"First, pay the bill. Second, I'm not interested in your invitation, and what I dislike most is working for others. Working for others is impossible for me, absolutely impossible in this lifetime."

"Oh, by the way, you seem to have some issues with my elites?"

Lin Yan's lips curled into a calm smile, a smile as sharp as a drawn sword, carrying a menacing edge.

The energy is compelling.

Stark was even more taken aback. Had he been rejected? And by a small bar owner no less?

Stark's face instantly turned bright red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

half an hour.

Stark slowly pulled out a black card, while Lin Yan swiped it smoothly, adding a 10% service fee. It felt pretty good to rip someone off; Stark probably hadn't complained before, being ripped off like this for the first time.

endure.

What else can we do but endure it?

However, Stark has never returned empty-handed; he always succeeds with ease. If he were to return empty-handed this time, what would become of Stark's reputation?

"Come on, let's duel like men."

Stark stared intently at the composed Lin Yan, his chest burning with rage. The thought of Lin Yan's single punch that had instantly killed a Leviathan beast made his heart tremble repeatedly.

But for honor and dignity.

A duel is inevitable.

At this moment, a wicked smile appeared on Lin Yan's lips, and a familiar system voice rang in his mind.

[Ding! You have a random task. You can choose whether to accept it or not. There is no penalty for abandoning it.]

[Please compete against Iron Man Tony Stark within 30 minutes and win in a best-of-three match. Leaving within 30 minutes or losing the match will be considered a violation. Signing in complete will reward you with a special mission reward.]

Another random task.

But it wouldn't hurt to play with this metal lump for a while.

"Sure, consider it an add-on service you're paying for."

Lin Yan said.

Stark hadn't expected his plan to go so smoothly, and his previously frustrated spirit surged with astonishing confidence once more. He, Stark, truly still possessed charisma. His previous rejection? Yes, it was merely a small tactic in negotiation, designed to increase his leverage.

Confidence erupted once again like a volcano.