Ivan had no opinion.
He had first been locked up by Tony for a while, and then Justin had broken him out, only to “trap” him into making imitations of the Iron Man suit.
In the end, he found an opportunity to come out and make trouble for Tony again, only to be imprisoned once more by Luke. It had been almost two months since he enjoyed the sun.
Today was a rare sunny day in New York.
They sat down, and a waitress came over.
She was in her early twenties, and had long blonde hair. Part of it was tied up, and a lock of hair over her forehead bounced slightly as she walked.
The tresses framed her oval face, making her look both charming and cute.
“What would you like?” she asked with a smile.
Luke said, “A latte, a basket of croissants, and four sandwiches.”
The waitress nodded, and glanced at Ivan, who remained silent as he stared at the large building behind Grand Central, before she left.
Whether he liked it or not, a handsome, rakish-looking man naturally drew attention.
The waitress soon delivered the food.
Luke paid the bill and added two dollars as a tip. He didn’t bother with the dazed Ivan, and started eating a croissant.
The young and beautiful waitress soon returned with a coffee pot. She walked past them to the table behind them.
“Are you waiting for that bigshot to show up?” she asked the man who was sitting there.
The man raised his head blankly. “Huh?”
The waitress smiled sweetly. “Iron Man; a lot of people like to sit here and wait for him to fly over.”
Hm, she’s probably hitting on him, Luke thought.
To be honest, most men didn’t like Tony himself, but the Iron Man suit, while the rest envied his wealth.
After all, no matter how handsome they were, they couldn’t beat Tony, who had money and girls; this was a sad fact for most men.
Few men would come here just to wait for Iron Man to fly over their heads.
Luke turned his head with great interest. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to watch the show for a bit.
It was also because this waitress hadn’t chosen to chat up either him or Ivan, but had chosen the man behind them.
When he saw the man’s face, Luke fell silent.
This person was probably the epitome of the saying “make men cry and render women speechless.”
Most men would probably cry tears of shame when they saw him, because they suddenly realized that they were too ugly for America.
And most women would silently… cough cough.
Gathering his thoughts, Luke turned his attention back to the handsome blond.
His short blond hair was slicked back in an old-fashioned style, and he had dashing features.
Even the face that Luke’s clone was using was still a little inferior in terms of looks, and Ivan’s “beautiful” post-plastic surgery was a lot worse.
But Luke soon realized that this man wasn’t ordinary!
At such close range, he could faintly hear, with Elementary Sound Wave, that this handsome blond had a slow and steady heartbeat; he was at least a top athlete.
Secondly, although the guy was wearing a leather jacket, Luke had already done a scan with his glasses.
This person wasn’t some sort of bodybuilder; instead, his physique was very similar to Luke’s.
Luke narrowed his eyes. A combat expert? He was so handsome he could be an action movie star!
While Luke was thinking, the waitress pursed her lips and smiled. She gave the handsome blond a cup of coffee for free and said that no one was waiting for seats, so he could sit for as long as he wanted.
Luke curled his lip.
In fact, the girl couldn’t help but turn around several times as she walked back to the store.
Luke couldn’t help but push his chair back and turn his head. “Ask her for her number! Young man, you have to be proactive when it comes to girls. Don’t be an idiot.”
As he spoke, a white-haired old man in sunglasses diagonally opposite him had turned to look at the blond man, and was about to say something.
The old man was stumped for a moment, before he smiled. “This guy is right. Men who waste an opportunity are idiots. Don’t let go of a good opportunity.”
Luke, who had been stroking his beard, froze, and he looked at the white-haired old man helplessly. It wasn’t easy for me to fake such a handsome beard to act like a senior. Why are you interrupting me?
Although the old man didn’t have as much of a beard as Luke, his hair was completely white. He was clearly older and more qualified to educate “young people.”
Depressed, Luke could only lower his head. “Yes, the old man is right.”
The blond man was stunned as he looked at the two of them. “Are you… father and son?”
Luke hesitated. “You could actually say I’m from DC.”
The white-haired old man shook his head with a smile. “I’m from MC.”
Both Luke and the blond were confused. “Where?”
The white-haired old man smiled. “Manchester city!”
Luke: “…”
The blond man: “…”
In the end, the blond man still didn’t ask the pretty waitress for her number, and simply paid his bill and left.
Luke watched him disappear into the crowd.
He was someone who was easy to remember, but that was all.
As he was thinking this, a strange sound rang out in the sky.
Luke didn’t even bother to raise his head this time.
What had just flown over his head was just the “prop” that the waitress had used to hit on the handsome blond. It wasn’t worth mentioning.
In contrast, Ivan suddenly chuckled like a crazy murderer.
Luke coughed and said, “Eat something first. Also, the coffee’s getting cold.”
Ivan lowered his head and looked at Luke, who was unhurriedly enjoying his coffee and a sandwich.
A sense of ridicule welled up in his heart, but in the end, he could only take a deep breath. He picked up a sandwich, bit off half of it, and chewed hard.
It was like he wanted to tear a certain person into shreds and then eat him.
Luke simply watched silently.
Ivan was a criminal, and it was very easy for him to die.
With Luke around, he could no longer commit any misdeeds.
At that moment, Phil got out of a car with a helpless expression and walked into Grand Central.
Looking at Thor and Dr. Jane, who had just gotten off the train, his self-restraint finally broke and he cursed inwardly.
