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"Don't care about these, little Meng'ao!" Tony Stark slapped Meng'ao on the shoulder with one hand: "War weapons can also be used for entertainment. In ancient times, humans created heavy armor and sharp swords to deal with war, but I really wanted to wear armor and hold a long sword, pull up a group of hot girls, and dance unscrupulously in the music."

As he said that, Tony Stark tapped Meng'ao with his fingers: "If you come, I will be a DJ for you."

Looking at the back of Tony who was the first to go down the gangway with Natasha, Colson asked with a strange look: "Did you give him a set of crop clothes?"

"No, it's just a protective suit at best." Meng Ao shook his head, with some regret in his tone.

"Is there any difference?" Colson scratched his head awkwardly.

"It is a unique special-made coat with skin-fitting, extremely lightweight, automatic constant temperature, and extremely outstanding overload resistance when racing. When attacked, in terms of instant protection, it is more convenient and lighter than ordinary bulletproof jackets, and has better protection performance. But compared with the military coats sold to you, it is useless except that they are thin enough." Meng Ao explained.

"I can understand it as a special gift from friends?" Colson blinked.

Meng Ao tilted his head, which was considered to be acknowledging Colson's theory.

"I wanted to give him a better one, but he refused." Meng'ao looked at Tony Stark, who acted as an attraction outside. "He told me that colonization is a good work, but one day he will create a work that is deeply imprinted by him, not inferior to colonization. He only uses his own creation."

"At that time, he promises to give me a reward."

"I think the reason why he did this is not only because of his pride in himself and his unwillingness to admit that he would be compared in some aspects, but also more important." Looking at Colson's curious gaze, Meng Ao spread his hands and continued: "This will make him feel embarrassed to mention the creators and producers of creators when wearing creators and creators."

"Think about it, Stark Industry's heirs actually use military products produced by Storm Enterprise, and Tony Stark, the iconic figure and chief genius weapon designer, even put on the proud works of Meng O'Storm, the heir of Storm Enterprise." Colson bluntly exposes: "As long as the IQ of the rich is still there, he will never do this."

"If he does this, I think Storm's company can take the opportunity to consider what kind of position he can place within the company, or sign a sky-high spokesperson contract with him. I think he has seen your intention, Mr. Meng Ao."

"I swear solemnly, my heart is pure! Everything is out of good intentions. Tony will definitely thank me in the future." Meng Ao raised his hand and signaled.

The convoy carrying everyone rushed to the hotel where they were staying.

The weather in this city is not good, the sky is cloudy and rainy. The ground is wet and stretched straight to the limit of sight. The wet air is cold and the cold wind blows. Meng Ao and his friends have a floor in the hotel they are staying.

It was done in a short period of time, just a call before Stark boarded the plane. Stark Industry's strength and financial resources were enough to do this easily.

After arriving at their respective rest rooms, Colson squeezed into his suite regardless of Meng Ao's eyes, with an unbearable smile on his face.

"We have been on the plane for a long time." Meng Ao stared at Colson weakly in the chair, indicating that he was a little tired now and didn't want to talk about anything.

"You are still very young, Mr. Meng'ao. At my age, I flew around the world almost every day." Colson laughed with her, and resisted Meng'ao's driving guests without any difficulty and tact.

"Do you have to talk nonstop about things? Why don't you tell me on the plane?" Meng Ao rolled his eyes: "So much time."

"Emergency! It's a complete emergencies! I think it's necessary to let you know the latest information." Colson rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly. It seemed that he was really uneasy and guilty about disturbing Meng Ao's rest at this point in time.

But in reality, Meng Ao doesn't want to make any guesses.

But Meng Ao also knew very well that since Colson insisted on this, the matter must have had some unknown and important changes.

"Tell me, I'll listen." Meng Ao knocked on the table, asked Colson to sit on the chair, and asked the White Queen Emma to give her a cup of hot refreshing coffee, and said helplessly.

"Have you finished reading the information I gave you, the information about the origin and history of this blood clan family?" Colson did not say straight to the point what the emergencies were, but instead asked questions like an assessment.

"The origin of the Alexander-Covennas family?" Meng's hand held a warm coffee cup. "Alexander-Covennas, the Hungarian, warlord, was in power in the early 5th century and witnessed a plague that destroyed his village."

"In that plague, he was the only one who survived. His body had a gratifying mutation, which could change diseases that could only bring death and pain to people, and make it beneficial to him! With this mutation, he became a lucky person, an undead in a sense."

"Many years later, he had at least three boys, and all of them inherited the same characteristics he had after his mutation. The boys of the Covennas family, one was bitten by a bat, the other was bitten by a wolf, and the other was walking alone like a normal person on the road from birth to death."

"That mutant is the common ancestor and origin of this group of werewolf and vampires. It is also another branch of the legend of the blood clan. But I want to say that compared with the legend of Lilith, Cain, and even Dracula, it is obvious that the legend of the undead family of this mutant is somewhat less orthodox and deeply rooted in people's hearts."

"Just like the Western God created the world and created people in great success, and the Eastern Pangu Nuwa opened the sky and pinched people unforgettable. Suddenly, a small country jumped out and said that they also have such legends of the origin of the world and the origin of human beings. Who cares? Who will be really interested? It's hard for you to explore the origin and history of this mutant family in such detail."

Meng Ao finally showed a trace of complaints.
Chapter completed!