Chapter 64: Yue Buqun: What, Five Hundred Taels of Gold

Marvel world, S. H. I. E. L. D.

"Mmm, truly delicious!"

Inside S. H. I. E. L. D., the Green Giant Hulk and the others were studying the Tesseract, and Loki had already been captured.

Stark sat leisurely on the sofa, savoring a fine red wine.

He had to admit, ever since tasting that gourmet food, the red wine he used to love most now seemed a little tasteless.

"We're all busy here — this isn't a place for you to lounge around!"

Watching Stark look so leisurely, Captain America couldn't stand it any longer.

We called you here to help.

Not to sit here drinking red wine.

"Pfft, what's there to be busy about!"

Stark rose slightly, glanced at the crowd, then let his gaze fall on the Tesseract.

"If you're willing to give me this, I'll send it somewhere no one will ever find!"

Stark looked at the Tesseract and said calmly.

As for the place he spoke of, naturally it was the Immortal's gourmet shop.

Stark didn't believe those aliens could find the Immortal's place.

Even if they did find it,

he still didn't believe those aliens would dare make a move against the Immortal.

Wouldn't that just be seeking death!

And without the Tesseract, many problems could be solved at once.

Only, Stark knew S. H. I. E. L. D. and the others wouldn't agree.

After all, S. H. I. E. L. D. placed great importance on the energy within the Tesseract.

Only this time, Stark had miscalculated.

The moment Stark's words fell, Nick Fury frowned and pondered for a while, then nodded.

"If you're willing to trade the watermelon juice technology, I'm willing to help communicate with my superiors — I imagine they'd agree to give you the Tesseract!"

The instant Nick Fury spoke, Stark immediately rolled his eyes.

Holy crap, Black Marinated Egg — I didn't expect you to be not only dark-skinned,

but even blacker at heart!

You actually want the watermelon juice technology? Forget that he doesn't have it — even if he did, he definitely wouldn't give it to you!

Do you take him, Stark, for a fool?

What good is this broken Tesseract? Lifespan is way more appealing.

Giving Nick Fury a direct eye-roll, Stark simply ignored him.

And at the same time, inside the ship

Whether it was Hulk or Black Widow and the others, it was clearly their first time hearing of the watermelon juice technology, and they couldn't help being full of confusion.

Watermelon juice technology? What is that thing — used to blow up watermelon juice?

Can this kind of technology really be traded for the Tesseract?

Hulk couldn't help feeling that maybe his big underpants could be traded too.

Only, regarding everyone's misunderstanding, neither Stark nor Nick Fury offered any explanation.

What the watermelon juice involved was simply too important.

Nick Fury naturally wouldn't speak of it.

And as for Stark, he had taken a huge loss last time.

Getting him to speak was simply impossible.

For a moment, Stark simply waved at Black Marinated Egg, preparing to head back.

With matters here wrapped up, it was time to go back and see if he could visit the Immortal Realm again.

Silently watching Stark leave, this time Nick Fury said nothing.

He only arranged some people to keep an eye on Stark recently.

Time slipped by swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, night fell.

Lying on the luxurious big bed in his home, Stark was sleeping when, suddenly, white mist rose once more.

Stark, who had been fast asleep, woke with a start.

Then, in a swirl of stars shifting, Stark had already arrived on the starry road.

"Here we go again!"

This time, Stark felt no panic or displeasure — only delight, showing on his face.

He had waited so long, and finally it had come.

With an excited heart, he walked into the gourmet shop.

And at this very moment, inside the gourmet shop

"Young friend Tang, last time you left in such a hurry — I don't know how your battle turned out?"

Inside the gourmet shop, Seeing Ying Zheng, Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng and the others had all arrived early.

Having now ordered their meals, they couldn't help but start asking one another.

Thinking about how Tang had left in such a hurry last time, everyone couldn't help but be curious.

How had the battle turned out?

"Just a thousand-year soul beast, nothing more — it was taken care of long ago!"

Listening to the crowd, Tang San spoke up.

The one we ran into last time was just a two-thousand-year soul beast, that's all.

By the time he got back, Zhao Wuji and the others had already wrapped things up.

And people like Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, and Ying Zheng naturally didn't understand the situation on the Douluo Continent.

Hearing "thousand-year soul beast" out of nowhere, they were all startled.

In their eyes, any yao beast that could live a thousand years had already become divine.

Unconsciously, the crowd's opinion of Tang San's world rose another few notches.

And Tang San himself at this moment had no idea what everyone was thinking.

Right now, he was mulling over his own problem.

He waited until the food was all laid out on the table before he finally found his chance.

Watching Su Mu walk out from the back kitchen, Tang San finally had the chance to open his mouth and ask.

But before he could speak, Stark walked in from outside the shop, dressed in a full set of pajamas.

"Eh?!"

At that instant, the words Tang San wanted to ask got stuck in his throat.

Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci, and the rest all turned their heads to look.

Seeing it was Stark again, in that familiar getup, the crowd couldn't help but frown.

Is this guy just incredibly unlucky, or is he doing it on purpose?

Every time he comes, it has to be at a moment like this?!

Unconsciously, the looks the crowd gave Stark turned playful.

Having gone through last time's incident, Stark only needed one glance at everyone's eyes to know these people were reading it wrong.

He had just been sleeping at home when he ended up here.

Is wearing this nightrobe really that strange?

Glaring right back, Stark declared that last time was youthful recklessness, and that he had now seen the light.

Only, the glare he shot back only made the crowd more certain.

Sleeping, right!

We all get it, you don't need to explain!

Feeling all this, Stark instantly got angry.

Still, thinking back on his rashness last time, Stark sat down anyway.

"Shopkeeper, please give me one of everything, thank you!"

This time, Stark wasn't being stubborn. He politely said a word to Su Mu, even using honorifics.

The moment he thought of that terrifying scene he'd witnessed last time, Stark felt a chill run through his whole body.

This place belonged to immortals — he absolutely could not lose his temper.

And so, having ordered, Stark quietly waited off to the side.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this the guy who said the food wasn't good last time? I thought you'd never come back!"

Stark wanted some peace and quiet, but Yue Buqun had no intention of letting him have it.

Yue Buqun still remembered Stark's arrogant words from last time.

That tone of looking down on everyone made Yue Buqun very unhappy.

He, Yue Buqun, a gentleman of such refinement — how could he possibly let it go at that?

But the moment Yue Buqun's words came out, Stark on the other side seemed to have long expected it.

He simply waved a big hand and swept his gaze around.

"Everyone, I was rash last time. How about this — I'm willing to give each of you five hundred taels of gold as my apology!"

The moment the words fell, Yue Buqun instantly sneered.

An apology and you think that's enough to settle it?

Impossible — he, Yue Buqun, absolutely……

Oh, five hundred taels of gold as well?

Then he, Yue Buqun, would consider it!