"Oh! My friend from Inmet..." Old Howlett turned his eyes to Victor.
This guy who was taciturn along the way and seemed to have great arrogance was surprisingly humble when facing Howlett. Perhaps it was because Old Howlett did have a reason for his respect.
"This is Mr. Robert, and Ms. Vanessa." Victor introduced.
Mr. Howlett laughed loudly: "Mr. Robert from Inmet, welcome to my manor."
Perhaps because of the unique aesthetics of soldiers, he was full of high interest in welcoming the strong Robert, and in turn became polite to Vanessa: "Beautiful lady, your smile is like a spring rose.
Brilliant."
"Thank you." Vanessa smiled shyly.
"This is..." Old Howlett turned to look at the people behind him, and immediately spotted Tony Stark, who seemed to be in a leadership position.
Before Victor could speak, Tony straightened his collar and raised his head: "Tony Stark."
The expected adulation and shock were not shown on Mr. Howlett's face. It would be fine if he was a country man like Victor, but as an old Howlett who had been on the battlefield of the continental war, he should not have heard of it.
Yes, you should at least have heard of the Stark Group.
In fact, Robert saw a hint of surprise in Mr. Howlett's pupils, but the contraction of the pupils was only for a moment. Soon the old Howlett returned to his bold smile and patted Tony's shoulder enthusiastically.
: "Tony? Very good!"
Tony gritted his teeth. Did Mr. Howlett really not know that he was the chairman of the Stark Group? Even if he had only become the chairman not long ago, when he heard his Stark surname, he should still ask about it.
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Hiss... This bad old man's hands are really strong, and he can feel the calluses on the other person's fingers through his clothes...
Enduring the burning pain in his shoulder, Tony was about to say that he was the chairman of the Stark Group with a market value of trillions, and that he was the genius scientist who attracted much attention...
"Who is this?" Old Howlett didn't even look at him, and turned his attention to Natasha.
Natasha approached Tony and whispered: "I am Natasha."
Natasha... Looking at her appearance, Old Howlett felt that she looked familiar, but Natasha's behavior of approaching Tony made him have no intention of thinking about it.
Just like a normal man would not see the weeds next to the flowers, let alone carefully consider the species of the weeds.
Of course, Old Howlett doesn't care what kind of maggots are next to the dog poop.
Yes, Natasha is like this in her eyes...
As for the bodyguards Tony brought, he only glanced at them a few times and did not pay more attention to them.
"Come on, let's visit my manor first!" Old Howlett excitedly led the way.
Seeing this, Robert pulled Vanessa to follow him. It seemed that Old Howlett was very interested in showing off his home. The proud look was almost reflected on his face, and he almost didn't ask Robert directly.
People praise his Howlett Manor.
One thing to say, Howlett Manor is indeed well-maintained. The garden in the courtyard alone is several times larger than the villa gardens in Gotham City's Diamond District, not to mention the budding flowers in this natural and fresh environment.
The quality of the flowers is much better than the flowers in Gotham City.
All in all, if this place wasn't so close to Gotham City, Robert would probably have settled here.
After walking around the manor, Old Howlett enthusiastically led everyone to visit his wooden house.
"Logan! Logan!"
"Dad?" Logan wiped his face and rushed out of the room.
Looking at his son's helpless appearance, Old Howlett hammered his chest a few times and said helplessly: "Go and pour a glass of milk for the guests."
Logan explained: "Dad, I calculated the manor's income for this month last night..."
Old Howlett waved his hand: "Don't talk about these things now. As far as you are trembling, it would be better if the tenants of our manor don't threaten you with a hoe on your neck!"
It seems that Logan, Old Howlett's biological son, is not liked by Old Howlett. Even though Logan is very eager to change this situation, Logan's body has fundamentally cut off this hope - than
Old Howlett is still a head shorter and will never get his father's attention.
Although Old Howlett's son is not "satisfied", Old Howlett does have a grandson, and Old Howlett has great expectations for this grandson.
He attributed Logan's failure to "neglect of discipline" in his youth, and the word "protective" was most vividly reflected in his grandson James Howlett.
"James? My little James!" Old Howlett shouted to the second floor.
"Here it comes! Is there a bard passing by?!" James jumped down the stairs excitedly and looked around.
"Bard, are you still thinking about those liars who are so thin that they can be blown down by a gust of wind?!"
Old Howlett pretended to be angry, but he didn't want his grandson to be disappointed, so he said instead: "They are guests from the Inmet Federation. Although they are not bards, they may have more knowledge than your so-called bards."
Much more!"
It has to be said that James, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, was well protected by Old Howlett. At this age, he was full of endless fantasies about the world.
But he didn't realize that Robert had taken several lives on his hands, and he didn't even think of Natasha as a spy.
In his eyes, the costumes of these people were novel and unique. They didn't look as flashy as the bards, but they also had a unique flavor.
Little James believed Old Howlett's words for the time being. He sat upright in his chair and listened carefully to every word spoken by this group of guests from the American Federation.
"Thank you." Taking the milk from Logan, Rob took a few sips and found that the milk here tasted much better than the canned milk in the convenience store in Gotham City.
"How is it? The cows in our manor are the best in the neighborhood!" Old Howlett drank all the milk in the cup in one gulp, showing a look of enjoyment, for fear that others would not know what he had just drank.
The stuff is like wine and jade dew.
Tony smacked his lips: "It's okay, but it's a little worse than the milk I usually drink in the morning. What I drink in the morning is freshly squeezed milk, and it's still..."
"Very good." Robert praised without hesitation.
"Haha, that's good, that's good!"
Did Howlett do this on purpose... Tony clenched his fists, and suddenly he thought of a key issue - Stark Group, as one of the world's largest arms dealers, funded many weapons during the Continental War.
For the Inmet Federation, and even the Inmet Federation's victory in the Continental War, the Stark Group's development of new weapons was a major contributor.
In other words, Howlett, as the loser in the Continental War, is naturally hostile to Tony!
Tony suddenly broke into a cold sweat after figuring out the joint here, but he quickly calmed down.
What are you afraid of? There are others like Rob here, and my bodyguards are not vegetarians either...
However, Tony became much quieter during the rest of the conversation.
Of course it's not because I'm afraid of death, but because I simply don't want to talk.