boyutpedia Chapter 34 Superheroes? Protecting the Name of Stark!
Chapter 34 Superheroes? Protecting the Name of Stark!
Chapter 34 Superheroes? Protecting the Name of Stark!
"How can you talk about yourself like that? You weren't the one who sold those weapons. If anyone's to blame, it's Obadiah Stanislav."
Horn sighed inwardly and quickly advised, "Besides, a weapon is a double-edged sword; its strength lies not in its power, but in how it is used!"
"It's not about how powerful it is, but how you use it."
Tony paused for a moment, then a light shone in his heart, and his eyes gradually brightened.
"That's right, so my plan is this—"
Horn knew that Tony already had the answer in his heart, so he immediately revealed his plan.
"Give him hope first, then let him despair? I understand, I'll fully cooperate with you, but you should be the superhero."
After hearing his plan, Tony suddenly understood, but he still shook his head at the idea of becoming a superhero.
"Brother, our plan isn't about who becomes a superhero, it's about protecting Stark's name. Besides, whether someone becomes a superhero in the end isn't up to us, it's up to the people."
Horn didn't want Tony to be forced down the path of becoming a superhero again because of "atonement," and ultimately even lose his life.
He wasn't that great; he just hoped that Tony would take on the responsibilities of a superhero while protecting himself, and that his own safety would always be the top priority.
And even if he becomes a superhero, it's because he wants to, it's his own choice, not because he's forced to.
As for Horn himself, needless to say, he only wants to protect himself and the people he wants to protect. He accepts being called a superhero or a super villain, and he doesn't care either way.
But if anyone dares to harm him or his family because of this, they'll have to suffer a severe beating.
"That's true, I was overthinking it."
Tony breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
It's getting late, goodnight.
After Horn finished speaking, he prepared to hang up the phone.
"Wait, you left in such a hurry that Pepper forgot to tell you to remember to go to school tomorrow. I've used up all the days of leave I gave you."
Tony spoke rapidly, and without waiting for Horn's response, he decisively hung up the phone.
"Give me a few more days off, please! What are you doing?"
Horn paused for a moment, then hurriedly said something, only to hear a dial tone on the phone. He had no choice but to put the phone down.
He was studying before he transmigrated, but he never expected to get a cheat code after transmigrating, and he actually had to go back to studying!
If his identity were as ordinary as it was before he transmigrated, he wouldn't have gone if he didn't want to; at worst, he'd just lose some credits.
Now things are different. If he doesn't go, he'll be featured in major newspapers the next day, saying that the second son of Stark Industries has openly skipped class!
The media will definitely make a big deal out of this, comparing Tony to him relentlessly. In that case, not only will he lose face, but Tony will also lose face.
Most importantly, he now not only has mastered the [Mark Armor Manufacturing Technology] and [Miniature Arc Reactor Manufacturing Technology], but also all the related knowledge in the [Strike Freedom Gundam Manufacturing Technology]. Why would he need to go to school?
It's fair to say that any one of these technologies would be enough to cause a sensation in the entire physics community.
Moreover, he was in a hurry to make a set of armor for himself to protect himself, so he didn't have time to waste on going to school.
"Young master, this is tomorrow's class schedule."
Just then, Zhao Hailun walked over.
"Didn't I tell you to go and rest? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Horn took the timetable and turned to ask.
"I just finished showering and was about to rest when I heard you asked for leave. I thought you might have to go to class tomorrow, so I just grabbed this for you."
As Zhao Hailun spoke, she picked up a towel and wiped her long hair, which cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.
Unwittingly, his robe slipped off his shoulder, revealing a glimpse of his fair and proud collarbone and his pink shoulders glistening with sweat, followed by his impressive northern breasts.
"Hey Helen, your old shoulders are so slippery, are you using that trick on me again?"
Horn paused for two seconds, then realized what he meant and couldn't help but tease him.
"Isn't my figure good? Why is the way you look at that woman completely different from how you look at me?"
Realizing she had been found out, Zhao Hailun naturally pulled up her clothes and looked in the direction Natasha had left, asking in confusion.
"Nonsense, how can that be the same? You've been by my side for almost eight years, is there any place you haven't seen?"
Horn sensed a hint of jealousy in the air and couldn't help but roll his eyes at her.
"As expected, the flowers in the garden are never as fragrant as the wild ones."
Zhao Hailun pretended to be a spoiled wife and started sobbing.
"What are you doing now? And besides, I haven't even touched you, how come you're already a kept woman?"
Horn jumped to his feet, his face full of confusion.
I even suspected that I had forgotten, so I searched my memory for related information, but found nothing.
"Okay, I'm just kidding. Go get some rest, or you'll be late for school tomorrow."
Seeing Horn's reaction, Zhao Hailun had no choice but to give up. She waved her hand and went straight back to her room, covering her blushing face and sighing inwardly, "What a silly boy, his hints were so obvious—"
Humans are emotional beings. Even a pet can develop feelings after being raised for a long time, let alone a handsome and sunny young man with an exceptionally good physique.
She found it hard not to fall for him, but because of her age, she never actually took him. However, she never expected that someone else would snatch her first bite, which was the most bitter thing for her.
"baffling."
Watching Zhao Hailun's disappearing figure, Horn looked away, puzzled, and glanced down at the class schedule.
"Hmm? He's in class tomorrow?"
He paused for a moment, then quickly came up with a solution that would solve the problem once and for all.
early morning.
After finishing breakfast, Horn changed into a fitted white shirt, tied a blue striped tie, and put on a gray tailored casual suit.
The camera perfectly accentuated his proportions, and he nodded in satisfaction before heading straight for the underground parking garage.
One after another, limited-edition sports cars came into his view.
Ferrari, Bugatti, Maserati, Porsche —
Although the styles are relatively outdated compared to those of 2025, most of them are considered new in the world today.
Moreover, some older models of these supercars are actually more valuable to collectors.
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For example, there's a silver-white Porsche 911 in front of us, or the Bugatti Veyron and Ferrari 488 that almost everyone knows.
These are all very classic styles.
As for other globally limited editions, there's no need to elaborate further.
"Let's pick someone more low-key. We're still in college, there's no need to be too high-profile."
Thinking this, Horn's gaze fell on the Bugatti Veyron, which had a black and gray main color scheme and was decorated with sky blue stripes.
Buzz—
It sounded like the low growl of a ferocious beast.
The Bugatti burst out of the garage like a black dragon.
"Fortunately, the weapon mastery includes vehicles, otherwise it would be awkward if you couldn't drive a car."
Feeling the strong push-back sensation and the pleasant roar of the engine, Horn exclaimed in amazement.
"Tia, locate the State University of New York."
"Yes, sir."