"Haha, of course I'll go! After all, it's Tony's wedding!"
Heisenberg eagerly replied, his enthusiasm even startling Billy.
He had no idea just how popular Iron Man had become in the Origin Universe.
How to describe it? If twenty years ago, Spider-Man was the face of the Marvel Universe…
Then after the millennium, especially in the last decade…
Iron Man has become the absolute core of the Marvel Cinematic Universe!
So when Heisenberg heard that he was getting married eight years ahead of schedule, his eyes widened in shock.
After altering his personality, had Tony really become such a family man?
It's only been a few days, and he's already planning to marry Pepper…?!
That's absurd!
Seeing Heisenberg's jaw-dropping reaction without understanding anything, Billy broke out in a cold sweat.
He only knew that the boss had just beaten Iron Man to a pulp a few days ago.
Rumor had it that the fight even reached the office of Iron Man's bride!
And according to reliable sources within Stark Industries, the bride on Iron Man's invitation had apparently paid a tremendous price to save him.
After the boss left her office, the bride was crying so hard her makeup was smeared—who knows what she had to sacrifice.
Not to mention, their boss is a cold-blooded killer. If not for the bride's heroic efforts, there's no way the boss would have spared Iron Man!
Thinking this, Billy couldn't gauge Heisenberg's mindset at all. Could the boss be angry? Angry that the bride is getting married?
Cough, cough.
Anyway, it's rare to see the boss this worked up. Could it be that after that incident, he's developed a…
Cough, cough.
What kind of woman could captivate both the boss and Tony Stark? The boss is so furious—is she a Medusa who's entranced him?
Cough, cough.
Billy's thoughts grew wilder, and his constant coughing caught Heisenberg's attention.
Heisenberg stepped out of his excitement and casually said to Billy,
"You're coughing so badly, take a couple of days off. Find a place to rest, and don't forget to wear a mask!"
With that, Heisenberg waved Billy away.
Among his underlings, Billy was the most comfortable to manage—attentive and thoughtful.
Such a subordinate deserves occasional care.
But he never imagined that this gesture of concern nearly drove Billy to swallow a gun!
As soon as Heisenberg finished speaking, Billy wanted to slap himself.
After briefing Jessica on his departure and arranging the next person to serve Heisenberg…
Stepping out of the theater, he felt like there was no place for him in the world.
He stumbled home, looked in the mirror, and slapped himself hard.
Overthinking always makes him cough. How could he have such a flaw?
He's pissed off the boss!
He gave me time off—the boss actually gave me time off!
Even when Bullseye lost half his ass, the boss didn't give him time off, but he gave it to me!
I must have really pissed him off with that news…
…
While Billy thought the boss was furious, Heisenberg was sipping wine and stroking his beard, pondering Tony's wedding.
Huh?!!!
Wait!
Heisenberg suddenly noticed he had grown a beard!
No, to be precise, his beard had grown this long.
He hadn't properly looked in a mirror for days, even when showering—he'd just rinse off quickly with superhuman speed.
After all, he needed to soak up the sun…
But due to this rough lifestyle, he hadn't shaved for over two months.
"Time to find a razor."
As he thought, Heisenberg…
"Fuck!"… muttered under his breath.
"There's probably nothing on Earth that can shave my beard. How do Kryptonians shave?"
Heisenberg faced the dilemma: a Kryptonian stumped by a beard!
In the comics, Superman uses his heat vision to shave.
But that's clearly a joke.
Even Doomsday's heat vision couldn't burn Superman's hair in the movies.
Why would his own heat vision, reflected in a mirror, burn off his beard?
Still, he had to try!
Heisenberg headed to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
"Let's see if the mirror can reflect heat vision!"
Heisenberg focused his gaze on the mirror, his pupils glowing red as a burst of heat vision shot out.
The mirror melted instantly like ordinary glass, and the heat vision sped through the bathroom, blasting a hole the size of a bowl in the wall.
Even after Heisenberg shut off the heat vision, the attempt cost him over two million in damages.
Because over 400 meters ahead, the heat vision had burned and blasted holes in the walls.
Two sculptures and an oil painting reportedly worth 800,000 were also destroyed.
This result left Heisenberg exasperated.
Clearly, this method was unreliable. If Superman used heat vision and there was a large mirror in a building, wouldn't the heat vision just bounce back?
And wouldn't enemies just need a mirror to counter Superman's heat vision?
Besides, heat vision isn't just light—it carries both high temperatures and impact force.
If it can't break a mirror, it won't singe a beard.
But if it's powerful enough to break a mirror, it'll do more than just singe!
Indeed, comics are just comics—this is the damn movie universe!
He can't rely solely on the comics.
So how does Superman shave in the movies?
This…
Before crossing over, Heisenberg had watched plenty of movies. The Justice League films never showed Superman shaving.
But in another movie, Hancock demonstrated shaving live.
And his method…
Before his men could rush into the bathroom, Heisenberg gestured at the shattered mirror.
He extended his right hand, using his overgrown fingernails to yank out a clump of beard hair!
"Hiss~!"
Grimacing in pain, Heisenberg managed to remove a small patch of beard. This method worked!
So…
"System, fix my beard and nails, and style my hair like Keanu Reeves in The Matrix!"
"Easy. It'll cost 0.25 Origin Points."
"Fuck!"
Heisenberg paid through gritted teeth.
Don't tell him Origin Points are important.
He'd rather alter 250 people's fates than endure the agony of plucking out every beard hair!
Especially with Origin Points skyrocketing lately, he still had over 600,000—0.25 was nothing.
In an instant, Heisenberg's appearance transformed. He nodded in satisfaction.
The system never disappoints!
"As usual, erase all traces of my actions." Heisenberg commanded.
The system deducted a small amount of Origin Points, ensuring the first clump of beard he pulled wouldn't be found.
Just then, Jessica kicked open the bathroom door.
The blonde rushed toward Heisenberg.
"Who's the enemy?!"
She ran and asked, scanning the bathroom.
But when she saw the melted hole in the mirror and Heisenberg's clean-shaven face, she seemed to understand.
She leaped onto Heisenberg, clinging to him like a koala.
"You shaved?
You look stunning!
But I still prefer you with a beard—it's so commanding!"
"Uh, my authority comes from my power, not my beard." Heisenberg explained.
But Jessica wasn't listening. She pressed her cheek against his and rubbed it.
"So you really can use heat vision to shave like in the comics!"
"Emm, right."
"Got it. No more talking, Boss. I'm yours!"
"Damn it, the others will be here any minute!"
"Then use my voice to tell them to get lost!"
"You're impossible, woman…!"
"Do you like it?"
(￣ェ￣;)
"I do!"
…
…
…
Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Friday arrived.
Heisenberg rose from his lounger, where Billy had already arranged four maids to prepare his toiletries.
Eyeing the four maids, Heisenberg was surprised. He couldn't help but ask Billy, who had just returned to work,
"This is new. Did you hire them for me?"
"Yes, Boss. Your status deserves this treatment."
"Haha, alright, you've got a point!"
The corrupted Heisenberg immediately indulged in the girls' service.
They began by wiping his feet with hot towels, then led him into the bathroom.
As Heisenberg's figure disappeared behind the bathroom door, Billy finally exhaled.
These two days off were sleepless. After much thought, he decided to use the treatment of European nobility to earn the boss's forgiveness.
Judging by the boss's unspoken attitude, Billy was immensely relieved.
Indeed, no matter the man, even if they don't indulge in such treatment, they still enjoy being treated this way.
From then on, Billy seemed to awaken certain special traits.
…
After being bathed by the maids, Heisenberg let them dress him in his pajamas.
Right, the mayor's invitation was for a charity gala, held in the evening. For now, Heisenberg needed to soak up the sun.
He sunbathed until evening, then changed into his outfit. He boarded the car driven by Jessica herself and arrived at the Ehrenburg Restaurant.
Located in the western part of Manhattan, less than 1.3 kilometers from Stark Tower, this restaurant was the crème de la crème of prime locations.
And the people here were New York's elite among elites, billionaires among billionaires!
In the past, Heisenberg hadn't even met his city's mayor.
Let alone be invited to a gala.
But now…
Sorry, from the moment Heisenberg stepped into Ehrenburg, he became the evening's brightest star. No one's gaze could linger elsewhere.
Heisenberg glanced around, scanning the crowd.
As his eyes moved, most people cautiously lowered their heads.
In today's New York, who wouldn't fear Heisenberg?
Especially these wealthy individuals.
The richer they are, the more they fear anything that could end their lives!