The party lasted deep into the night.
As the night wore on, the revelry on the yacht gradually drew to a close.
For the Stark brothers, drinking on a yacht was merely the prelude.
The main event was always saved for the hotel suite.
Happy had booked three presidential suites at a five-star hotel well in advance.
At 2:00 AM, three black Maybachs pulled up to the hotel’s main entrance.
The doors swung open.
Stepping out first was Luka, who had been on fire all night.
Luka looked slightly tipsy, but it was all an act.
With his enhanced physique, he wouldn’t feel a thing even if he drank for days on end.
His left arm was draped around a Latina beauty, while his right held a blonde model.
That wasn’t all—behind him followed an Asian stunner in a black fitted skirt with impossibly long legs.
Luka alone had brought three absolute beauties!
Watching this had made Tony grit his teeth in envy earlier.
Luka turned back to glance at the three gorgeous women and smiled faintly.
“Sweethearts, tonight I’m going to show you what stamina beyond human limits looks like.” The three beauties giggled at his words, pressing themselves against him without the slightest hesitation.
Right after, the door of the car behind them opened, and Tony stepped out with a yawn.
He looked somewhat exhausted; after all, he was still an ordinary human.
Having endured endless torture in the desert, pushing himself through the night with alcohol on the yacht was finally catching up to him.
Still, for the sake of his pride, Tony had brought along the two models from earlier.
He forced himself to stay sharp, putting his arms around the two beauties as he walked up to Luka.
Seeing Tony’s visibly drained state, Luka immediately grinned.
“Yo, Tony.
How come you only brought two?
That doesn’t fit your usual ‘one against five’ rule.” Luka raised his voice, mocking him playfully.
“Look at those dark circles—they’re practically dropping to your chin.
Are you sure you can handle two beauties?” He patted Tony on the shoulder with a look that feigned deep concern.
“How about this?
I’ll have my pharmaceutical company rush a few boxes of custom little blue pills over to you overnight.
On the house.
Guaranteed to restore your old confidence.
Don’t push yourself too hard—it’d be a nightmare if you had a heart attack.” Tony rolled his eyes hard and immediately straightened his spine.
“Fuck you!
I’m conserving my energy!
Handling these two is a walk in the park!
You don’t know the first thing about technique!” Tony shot back stubbornly, though inside he was secretly groaning.
*Damn it, looks like I really need to get some supplements from Luka’s pharma company tomorrow.
This body really is a bit worn out.* As the two were bickering, the occupant of the final car stepped out.
It was Ho Yinsen.
Yinsen’s appearance at that moment was downright hilarious.
His tie was crooked, and his suit jacket had been taken off and draped over his arm.
His face was as red as his neck.
Meanwhile, a beauty was clinging tightly to his arm, practically hanging off him.
Half-pushed and half-pulled forward by her, Yinsen kept throwing desperate glances toward Luka and Tony for help.
“Luka…
Tony…
I…
I think I should head back to the lab…
I…” Yinsen stammered, looking for an escape.
“Don’t chick out, Yinsen!” Luka gave a loud shout and gave Yinsen a big thumbs-up.
“Once you step inside that hotel, it’s a battlefield!
No retreating!
Go enjoy your spoils of war!” Tony chimed in from the side, “If you dare run away tonight, I’ll fire you from Stark Industries!” Under the brothers’ egging on and threat, Yinsen gave up all resistance.
Blushing intensely, he resigned himself to his fate as the beauty pulled him into the hotel lobby.
Watching Yinsen’s retreating back, Luka and Tony exchanged a knowing smile.
“Tomorrow’s headlines are going to be hilarious.” Luka stretched, wrapped his arms around his three beauties, and headed toward the elevators.
“I just hope Pepper doesn’t come at me with a knife when she sees the bill tomorrow morning,” Tony muttered under his breath, putting his arms around his two models and following close behind.
“Good night, big bro.
Sweet dreams.
And just a reminder: if you can’t manage, go to sleep early and don’t push yourself,” Luka couldn’t resist throwing in one last jab before stepping into the elevator.
“Fuck off!!” Accompanied by Tony’s furious shout, the elevator doors slowly slid shut.
The night in Los Angeles remained as hazy and indulgent as ever.
*** Meanwhile, on the other side of the country…
Washington, D.C.
SHIELD Headquarters.
On the top floor of the Triskelion, the director’s office was dimly lit.
Only two people were inside.
The current Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands clasped behind his back.
His single eye gazed out at the bustling night skyline, completely silent.
Nobody knew what scheme was running through his mind.
Agent Phil Coulson stood behind him, holding a thick report in his hand.
“Sir, the Stark brothers’ movements for today have been fully tracked.
I’m here to report on everything that happened during the day, as well as Luka and the others attending the party tonight.” “Speak.
What out-of-line nonsense did they pull this time?” Fury turned around and walked behind his desk to take a seat.
Coulson opened the report, looking at the data inside with a dead-serious expression.
“After the press conference this afternoon, they chartered a yacht off the coast.” Coulson paused briefly, as if gathering his thoughts.
“Luka Stark rushed dozens of models in via charter from a lingerie agency and bought out all the red wine across several blocks near the Los Angeles coastline.
They hosted a massive wild party on the yacht.
The Coast Guard could hear the music from miles away.” Hearing this, Fury frowned deeply.
Naturally, his dark face grew even more somber.
“Two hopeless playboys.
They just spent two months swallowing sand in Afghanistan, and the moment they get back, they’re already back to squandering their lives in luxury!
Are their brains made of rebar and concrete?
Or do they just have alcohol and women between their ears?”