The fact that this legacy was tied to the new element he so desperately needed sent Tony's mind into a tailspin.
Lin Feng watched him with a faint smile, sipping his champagne. "If you want it," he said, his voice carrying a weight of significance, "I don't mind telling you: your father's legacy is currently in my hands."
"What?!" Tony was floored. He stared at Lin Feng in disbelief. After a moment, he realized that Lin Feng must have been planning this for a while.
But he didn't feel any hostility. On the contrary, he respected the man's capability. To have gathered this much intel and hold all the cards was a testament to Lin Feng's own power.
"Phew... Alright. What are your terms?" Tony asked, his voice steadying as he regained his composure.
"It's simple." Lin Feng flicked his wrist, and a set of old film reels and documents appeared (or were produced). He pushed them toward Tony. "I can give these to you. I can even tell you the key to synthesizing the new element, but..."
Lin Feng paused. Tony followed up instinctively, "What do you need?"
"I haven't decided yet." Lin Feng shrugged. "Take the stuff for now. When I think of something I want, I'll come find you."
"..."
Tony was speechless, his expression a mix of confusion and wariness. He would have preferred to pay half his fortune and be done with it. But clearly, Lin Feng wanted something else, and Tony wasn't in a position to negotiate—not when his life and his father's legacy were on the line.He was determined to have it!
"Thank you," Tony Stark said, his voice thick with sincerity as he took the film reels. He understood their value better than anyone. Had he been in Lin Feng's position, he likely would have been even more ruthless in his demands.
"The key to the new element lies in..."
Lin Feng didn't waste time with pleasantries. He laid out the intelligence regarding the new element in full, including the molecular formula Howard Stark had calculated decades ago but couldn't synthesize.
Hearing this, Tony was stunned. "Dad... he actually discovered it all those years ago? You've really given me a hell of a lesson today." Tony sighed, his expression a complicated mix of regret and newfound respect for his father.
Lin Feng offered no words of comfort. His objective for the night had been perfectly met, with an added bonus to boot. He turned and headed back to the gala, leaving Tony to immerse himself in the analysis of the molecular structure.
Time slipped away.
The gala drew to a close as the high-energy atmosphere finally began to simmer down and guests departed. Lin Feng didn't turn down Tony's "hospitality." After giving Jessica a quick call to let her know he'd be late, he allowed himself to be whisked away by two stunning models.
They had a very... thorough discussion about their future "aspirations." It had to be said, twin supermodels were truly professional—ambitious, hardworking, and deeply dedicated to their craft. By the end of their "in-depth exchange," Lin Feng was practically moved to tears by their commitment.
As the night deepened, the vibrant lights of the gala grounds finally began to dim. Lin Feng concluded his marvelous evening. Without disturbing Tony, who was still buried in his research, he headed alone to the estate's parking lot.
The partnership with Tony had been an unexpected gain for the night. For Lin Feng, growth came from triggering iconic scenes, so he didn't necessarily need to cooperate with others. However, when someone offered a hand in friendship, he saw no reason to slap it away. Why refuse a free windfall?
Besides, as he continued to grow stronger, the Black Rhino armor would eventually become obsolete to him. When that time came, he could simply pass on the things he no longer needed as a form of high-level trade.
VROOOM!
Lin Feng started the Bugatti Veyron Tony had gifted him. The engine roared to life like an elegant, waking beast. The supercar tore through the night like a bolt of lightning, the city lights blurring into long streaks of gold in his wake.
Lin Feng's thoughts raced as fast as the car.
Ring... Ring!
The sudden trill of his phone broke his concentration. But just as he reached to answer it, the ringing stopped abruptly. Lin Feng frowned. Checking the screen, he saw it was a missed call from Jessica. A prickle of unease crawled up his spine.
He called back immediately, but there was no answer.
"Something's wrong. Could it be...?" A dark premonition took hold.
Buzz!
He instantly activated the power of the Shadow Mask, syncing his consciousness with the Shadow Ninjas stationed near her. In a flash, he saw exactly what was happening!
Through the eyes of a Shadow Ninja, he saw Jessica running in a blind panic. Hot on her heels was a man in a sharp purple suit. Jessica looked terrified and disoriented, as if she were suffering from some form of mental trauma. They were racing through a desolate, abandoned industrial district, the decaying structures adding a suffocating tension to the air.
"It really is him!" A cold light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.
He realized this was the exact moment from the original story where Killgrave attempted to take control of Jessica. He hadn't expected the Purple Man to move so quickly. It seemed someone was in a desperate hurry to meet their maker.
Fortunately, he had prepared for this. The Shadow Corps had been guarding her in the dark all along.
"Killgrave? Heh. If you're that eager to deliver my next system reward, I'll be happy to oblige."
Lin Feng's gaze turned razor-sharp. His body melded into the shadows of the driver's seat, and he began to travel through the shadow realm, hurtling toward the scene of the crime.
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