"How was the talk?"

  Howard, who was about to leave the luncheon, saw Luke slip in at some point. ??

  "Not bad. The mutants of the Hellfire Club are very good at listening to opinions. We had a friendly exchange. It can be said that both sides enjoyed themselves, and both sides were quite satisfied."

  The Lieutenant-General was talking nonsense with a serious face.

  "By the way, are you ready? I'm going to the President's family dinner, so I can't lose the momentum."

  Howard held his head high, stroked his mustache, and puffed out his chest, "Go out and ask around, who doesn't know the reputation of Howard Stark, the prodigal son, the romantic tycoon, dating expert, heartbreaker, and the dream man of all of New York's women?"

  "When dealing with women, as long as I'm there, I'm sure I'll get nine out of ten and never miss."

  Luke couldn't help feeling relieved when he saw Iron Man's father was full of confidence and remembered his son's impressive record.

  Howard, after all, was also a master of living among thousands of beauties.

  Picking up hot women was his specialized skill, not inferior to scientific research and business mind.

  "Wait, Luke, you said you would take me to … that place. To experience a new feeling, to find the excitement in life, it's not a lie, right?"

  Howard, who thought he would need to pay a certain price, hooked the other party's shoulder and lowered his voice like a novice player waiting to hit the road in the red-light district.

  "We're best friends; why would I lie to you? "

  Luke waved his hand; he did agree to some …' not to be uttered' conditions in exchange for Howard's help.

  "You can also go out and ask around; who does not know Superman … the female warlock pile driver? I'm not going to lie to you; my ancestors were actually demon hunters; my grandfather's name is Geralt, nicknamed 'White Wolf,' 'Butcher of Blaviken,' and always had a good relationship with those sultry, flirtatious female warlocks."

  "And I do have some stories with a few people …"

  This time, Luke decided to take out the rumors in the community about himself as background.

  "Bullsh*t! You…! By the way, what's Blaviken?"

  Howard got the reply but couldn't help the flash in his eyes, showing an eager look.

  As a scientist with an inquisitive spirit, he simply wanted to meet those ladies in robes and hot, passionate warlocks.

  It would be great if they could also exchange insights on life and explore biology.

  "Blaviken … you don't need to know. Anyway, when the time comes, your satisfaction is guaranteed. I would never lie to my friends!"

  Luke looked upright and swore, patting his chest and assuring.

  As he said earlier, most of the time, men are controlled by their lower bodies.

  Even geniuses like Howard could hardly think normally when they were reduced to a pervert.

  Just think about it a little bit; none of those rumors had credibility.

  What female warlock pile driver? What Sexy Demon temptation? All just unscrupulous advertising for those booksellers, selling identical stories.

  "Luke, you are the envy of the world; you have such a legendary ancestor."

  Howard was very interested in the story of Geralt, the White wolf, especially the romantic love with Yennefer, Triss, and all kinds of female demons, succubus, and female centaurs.

  'Lust is terrible, turning a world-class genius into a weak-minded man.'

  Luke glanced at Howard, who believed him deeply and shook his head.

  Even Iron Man's father couldn't resist the warmth of snow-white breasts.

  …


  …


  Ding dong.

  The doorbell rang.

  "Lieutenant General Cavill, welcome. You didn't need to bring any gifts…"

  Across Pennsylvania Avenue at Blair House, the President opened the door with a smile on his face.

  He accepted the high-quality red wine tied with a bow and invited the other party to enter.

  "Huh? Stark, why are you here?"

  However, seeing Howard behind Luke, the President's smile froze, and a subconscious look of disgust came over him.

  This was a family dinner, a very special occasion.

  Their relationship wasn't close enough to even qualify him as someone who could enter the door.

  The President invited Luke for the purpose of drawing affection and 'selling' his daughter.

  And Howard, what was this guy doing at the door?

  "Hahaha, Mr. President, Luke and I were busy with work, so we were delayed."

  Howard said, "I heard earlier that the President's wife's Texas T-bone steak was one of the best in the world, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to try it."

  'Taste, my foot!'

  'You have money, why don't you go to a fancy restaurant!'

  Even though the President wanted to curse, he couldn't outwardly show it.

  "Welcome to …the T-bone steak is indeed Bess's specialty."

  His tone was slightly stiff and did not sound sincere.

  Howard didn't care about the details and went down the steps.

  He followed Luke through the foyer and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

  "Is this Lieutenant General Cavill? He's so young and talented … Why is there another one? Harry, didn't you say you only invited one guest?"

  The President's wife was busy in the kitchen, but she came out wearing an apron after hearing the noise.

  Her reaction was similar to that of her husband. The first time she saw Luke, her heart was full of joy.

  But then glance at Howard, who was wearing a suit and had meticulously combed hair. The smile on her face instantly disappeared.

  "This is Howard Stark, a famous scientist, a successful entrepreneur, and a world-class genius."

  The President barely managed to squeeze out a normal expression as he introduced the obnoxious guy who had dropped by for dinner.

  "Ohhh. It turned out to be Mr. Stark… How rude of me…"

  The President's wife looked at Howard and felt a bit of pity.

  Apart from being a little older, this mustached gentleman was otherwise quite good.

  However, it depended on who the reference was.

  When the young Lieutenant General, sitting straight without slanting his eyes, stood next to Howard, his charm fell —— off a cliff.

  "I'll call Mary to come out."

  The President's wife exchanged pleasantries and called her daughter, who was staying in her room, into the living room.

  To be fair, the President's daughter was also a young girl with an elegant appearance and outstanding temperament.

  It was said that she loved mystery and also tried to create her own stories, and publishers repeatedly favored her manuscripts.

  "It's your turn."

  Luke bumped Howard with his shoulder, and after greeting the young girl named Mary, he asked, "Mr. President, I had a discussion with the mutants from the Hellfire Club today, and there are some things I need to report."

  The President, who was not in a very happy mood, was slightly stunned. He had intended to leave time for Luke and his daughter to create some private space for the two of them.

  "Lieutenant General Cavill, I never bring my work home."

  He smiled and refused.

  "It's very important news, related to … the Soviet Union."

  Luke emphasized.

  The President was shocked when he heard this.

  The foreshadowing of the Cold War had already appeared.

  The rise of the Red Bear couldn't be ignored!

  "Hmm, let's go to the study and discuss it in detail."

  The President looked solemn and nodded.

  Luke, who achieved his goal, winked at Howard.

  The latter got the message.' It's time to show some true skills!'

  …