The industrial district.
A black-and-gray Creator Armor descended from the sky, landing steadily on the ground.
Starting from the helmet, the armor gradually disassembled, shrinking and restructuring—until it finally transformed into a smartwatch, neatly fastening itself around Renjie's wrist.
Rushed footsteps echoed from inside the factory.
The one running toward him was none other than Justin Hammer.
"Boss, you're back!"
"Are you hungry? Should I order a meal for you?"
"Thirsty? I specially imported the purest mineral water from your homeland."
"And I've got premium, special-grade tea as well. Shall I brew some for you?"
"I just learned how to make tea properly these past few days!"
Hammer hurried over eagerly, carefully brushing the dust off Renjie's shoulders.
The obsequious smile on his face wasn't forced—it radiated genuine worship and fanatic devotion.
This boss was his savior.
Everything he possessed now
was bestowed upon him by this very man.
Overshadowing Iron Man.
Becoming the global leader in cutting-edge technology.
Glory, power, status, wealth, women—
he had obtained everything he ever wanted.
"Enough nonsense. I'm not hungry right now."
"The vibranium reserves are running low. Go procure more."
Renjie issued the order calmly as Hammer accompanied him into the factory.
But upon hearing this, Hammer's expression turned bitter.
"That metal is far too rare. Less than a gram costs ten thousand dollars."
"Because of your large-scale purchases, vibranium prices are skyrocketing daily."
"Most suppliers on the market have nearly exhausted their stock."
Hammer explained grimly.
During this period, Renjie had been continuously manufacturing battlefield mechs.
Once that terrifying mechanical legion was fully operational—
it would be capable of annihilating any nation on this planet.
"How you handle it is your problem."
"I just need more rare metals."
"If anyone gives you trouble, send Android 18 to deal with it."
Renjie glanced at Hammer, his tone sharpening deliberately as he gave the order.
His target was the Great Event four years from now—
the complete annihilation of the Chitauri invasion force.
To achieve that goal, he needed a mechanized army.
"Alright… I know what to do."
Hammer forced a bitter smile and conceded. After all, this was the boss's command.
But suddenly, he seemed to recall something and pulled two vintage car race invitations from his pocket.
"Boss, I prepared these especially for you."
"Please don't misunderstand—I'm not trying to interrupt your work, it's just that…"
His words cut off abruptly as he scanned the surroundings warily.
After confirming no one was eavesdropping, he tiptoed closer and whispered into Renjie's ear.
"The person you asked me to find—Ivan Vanko—will also be there."
"He has an irreconcilable grudge against Tony. I'm afraid he might…"
Hammer didn't finish his sentence, instead making a slicing motion across his throat.
Based on his investigation,
that man named Ivan Vanko was no ordinary individual—
but a formidable physicist.
He might even possess the ability to build an Iron Man suit himself.
It was—
utterly thrilling.
A flicker of surprise flashed through Renjie's eyes.
He hadn't expected Hammer to actually find Ivan Vanko among the masses.
"Well done."
Renjie praised him calmly.
For once, Hammer had accomplished something that genuinely satisfied him.
The vintage car race would begin in less than three days.
He might as well treat it as a brief getaway—
to relax and experience a taste of foreign culture.
…
Three days later.
Monaco.
A small nation in southwestern Europe, covering only a few square kilometers.
Yet small as it was
it lacked nothing.
Medieval streets. Luxurious palaces.
Europe's oldest casino. Lavish hotels beyond compare.
A paradise for the wealthy
a dazzling den of indulgence.
A black Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop in front of the most luxurious hotel.
Hotel attendants hurried forward, respectfully opening the door to welcome their distinguished guest.
The moment the handsome young man with jet-black hair stepped out of the car—
a frenzy of screams erupted.
"Savior! Savior!"
"Mr. Ren! Over here!"
"Mr. Ren, can we interview you?!"
Cheers exploded through the crowd as reporters shouted at the top of their lungs.
This man—
the inventor of medical nanorobots
had brought an unprecedented revolution to the medical world.
Making cancer curable.
Turning immortality from fantasy into possibility.
Like Tony Stark, he represented an absolute genius
but in an entirely different field.
Renjie smiled, raising his hand to acknowledge the reporters—
instantly igniting even louder cheers!
"Renjie! I want to have your babies!"
A sharp cry rang out from the crowd—a young, beautiful female reporter.
Renjie smiled helplessly.
When did he become a playboy too?
Amid the deafening screams of the media,
Renjie wrapped an arm around Android 18's waist.
Together, they walked the red carpet into the hotel.
More than a few sharp-minded reporters were already drafting tomorrow's headline.
"Another Playboy Emerges! A Super Genius and His Scandalous Beauties!"