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"What? You've already made it?"
Shasha, who had just fallen asleep, was jolted awake by a call from Tony, who had already created the suit.
"Can I really fool you? Haha, right now I'm soaring freely over New York!"
Hearing Tony's exuberant tone, Shasha imagined him wearing that flashy suit, making final adjustments.
Curious to see the suit crafted by two weapon manufacturing experts, Shasha got up and drove to Tony's testing site. There, he first encountered Yinsen.
Yinsen was engrossed in analyzing data transmitted from the suit by Jarvis on his laptop. He greeted Shasha upon arrival but quickly returned to his world of numbers.
Shasha looked up and saw Tony flying through the air in a suit that resembled an old car in color, zooming like a fighter jet.
After a while, Tony aimed for the highest flight altitude to test the suit and shot straight toward the atmosphere.
Ultimately, due to the low temperatures causing data malfunctions and ice forming on the armor, he fell from mid-air. Thankfully, with Jarvis's assistance, otherwise this guy might have made history as the first casualty of his own creation.
Once he landed, excitement was written all over his face. "Buddy, I feel amazing right now."
"However, it seems your suit isn't quite optimized yet. Is it a material issue?" Although reluctant to dampen his spirits, Shasha felt compelled to throw some cold water on Tony's enthusiasm for the sake of Iron Man's early debut.
At those words, Tony's excitement faded slightly as he sighed. "It is indeed a material problem. I'm planning to work with Yinsen to find more suitable materials. When we do, you'll see what a real suit looks like!"
In the end, he was brimming with confidence.
Shasha believed in him; after all, how else would Iron Man come into existence?
After bidding farewell to Tony, Shasha went home for a quick nap.
The next morning, before heading to the office, he received a call from Wanda Maximoff.
"Mr. Samar, there is a lady waiting for you at the office."
Shasha frowned at the words. "Did you find out her intentions clearly?"
Wanda Maximoff hesitated for a moment before honestly replying, "She is here for the future of the company."
For some reason, Shasha recalled Natasha's recent reminder to him, suspecting that this woman was affiliated with the organization where Justin Hammer was involved.
Not wasting much time, Shasha quickly arrived at the company. As soon as he entered the office, he saw a poised blonde lady who seemed to have been waiting for a while, idly playing with her fingers.
As Shasha sat down, he finally got a clear look at the lady's face. The stunning beauty lingered in his mind, though he maintained a composed demeanor. "Hello, I am the current owner of Samar Industrial, Samar Summer."
"Mr. Samar, it’s really not easy to find you," the lady said with an indifferent expression. Even though her words carried a hint of complaint, it was hard to discern any impatience in her tone.
"Oh? May I ask why this lady feels that way?" Shasha subtly furrowed his brow, sensing there was more to her words.
"Let’s be straightforward. Originally, Justin Hammer was a member of my club and enjoyed all the conveniences we provided, receiving our protection as well. However, now that you’ve turned him into a pauper, our club's interests have been harmed. If no one fills this vacancy, we will have no choice but to take coercive measures."
Though the blonde lady spoke softly, the malice in her words was unmistakable.
"Then what exactly are your club's coercive measures? Are you going to find someone to replace me? Or fully acquire Samar Industrial?" Shasha replied leisurely while observing the lady's expression.
"If you can replace Justin and join our club, then we naturally won’t resort to coercive measures." The blonde lady paused here because she knew that even without saying more, Shasha would understand what she meant.
"So is this a threat or an invitation?" Shasha chuckled. "Although I don’t know who you are exactly, there aren’t many people who can speak to me like this; you’re not one of them."
"Is that so? Then it seems there’s nothing left to discuss?" The blonde lady raised an eyebrow. "You should know that there are factions within the club; my methods are relatively mild. If it were someone else dealing with you, they might not be so easygoing."
Now it was Shasha's turn to raise an eyebrow. He stared silently at the blonde lady for a long time before asking, "May I ask which club you represent?"
The corners of the blonde lady's mouth slowly curled up as she revealed a name that surprised Shasha: "Hellfire."
The Hellfire Club was an elite organization known only among high society, encompassing elites from various fields around the world—a club of immense wealth and power.
Members not only enjoy the benefits network established by the club but are also under its protection. Generally, they do not intervene unless something like what happened with Shasha occurs.
If it were that simple, it would be fine; after all, it wouldn't stray far from the realm of ordinary people.
However, ever since Sebastian Shaw entered the Hellfire Club, he completely transformed the core circle of the club into one that belonged to his mutant inner circle. As a result, it became not only a network of interests but also a breeding ground for their sins.
Although Sebastian is now dead, the Hellfire Club, with its fractured core circle, has become even more complicated than before.
The noblewoman before Shasha reminded her of someone—an old-school mutant.
"My name is Emma Frost. If you're interested in joining, feel free to contact me."
She dropped her business card and, with a figure that rivaled that of a young girl, gracefully turned to leave. Although she appeared to be no more than twenty, she was actually at least twice that age.
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