American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 68: Five Yin Pouch, Obadiah's Reaction

Catania Harbour, Italy

A ship's whistle sounded as an ocean-going Passenger Ship slowly docked.

On the Dock, a line of black Mercedes cars was neatly parked at the Harbour.

In front of the eight Mercedes cars stood a large White Man each, wearing a Black Suit, White Gloves, and with a bulge at their waist.

As the Passenger Ship docked, many Passenger saw this display and stopped in their tracks to watch.

Walking down the disembarking ramp Passage, Tang Song, dressed in a White Suit, walked side-by-side with Magneto. Skye held Fox's hand and followed behind Tang Song. Fox stared at Tang Song's back with a look of grievance, resentment, and even more fear in her eyes.

Last night, she had merely wanted to put on that Invisibility shoulder armor to scare Tang Song.

She hadn't expected to be almost killed by Tang Song. This Asian was completely unlike the refined and gentle person he usually appeared to be.

At this moment, Fox felt her legs turning soft as she walked.

Further behind, four Bodyguard silently followed, carrying several Suitcases.

One of the Suitcases was bulging, excessively large.

"Boss!"

Lane, dressed in a Black Suit and wearing White Gloves, stood at the disembarking point with two German Men.

Seeing Tang Song, he quickly came forward to greet him.

Tang Song nodded at Lane and politely said to Magneto,

"Mr. Erik, my people are here. Would you like a ride?"

"No need to trouble yourself, someone is coming to pick me up!"

Magneto pointed towards the Harbour. Tang Song followed the direction of his finger and saw an extended Lincoln sedan driving towards them.

"Then, Mr. Erik, please be sure to contact me after you arrive in New York. Let me extend my host's hospitality!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Magneto, Tang Song took the lead and walked towards the motorcade with his people.

Beside an extended Mercedes car in the middle of the motorcade, a Bodyguard had already bent down and opened the Car Door.

Tang Song put his arm around Skye and sat in the back seat. Lane took the driver's position.

Fox watched the Car Door close, then walked resentfully to the car behind and got in.

The motorcade slowly drove away from the Harbour...

At this moment, the extended Lincoln car stopped. A large White Man weighing over three hundred pounds got out of the car and walked directly towards Magneto, or rather, the beautiful young woman behind him.

Tang Song saw this scene clearly through the car window, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Lane, buy a gold shop in New York later!"

"Yes, Boss! Are you planning to enter the jewelry industry?"

Lane drove, looking at Tang Song through the rearview mirror.

Tang Song leaned back on the leather seat of the Mercedes, his hand resting on Skye's thigh, and said while stroking it, "I found a gold Supplier. In the future, we'll have a large amount of gold to process. Forget it, buy a few more shops. It'll be perfect for washing the Cash in the Warehouse too!"

"Yes, Boss!"

The Mercedes motorcade drove along the main road in Catania. Tang Song could see the various architectural styles on the streets through the car window.

Looking around, Tang Song noticed that the roofs of the buildings here had quite unique dome shapes.

The tall and large domes often became the compositional center of the entire building, and the colors of the exterior facades appeared bright and dazzling, very beautiful.

"Boss, the arms bidding list has been finalized!" Lane reported to Tang Song about his situation in Italy in the past few days.

After confirming the date of the arms bidding conference, Lane had flown to Rome ahead of time to handle some preliminary matters for Tang Song.

"Has something changed?"

Tang Song saw Lane's hesitant expression through the rearview mirror and asked calmly.

"Boss, the two companies that were originally supposed to be dummy bidders have been disqualified. Now there are three Arms Companies at the bidding conference. Besides us, one has been replaced by Stark Industries, and the other is a local Italian Arms Company, said to have Mafia background! Both of them are lobbying everywhere now! It looks like they want to compete with us!"

Lane drove, reporting the information he had gathered in the past few days to Tang Song.

Tang Song straightened up slightly, clasped his hands together, and wore a playful expression.

"Stark Industries, Mafia Family/Clan. What do our allies say?"

"Boss, I visited General Andrew of Logistics. His attitude was somewhat ambiguous. I received news that Obadiah, the Vice President of Stark Industries, visited him some time ago!"

"Boss, should we contact Mr. West!?"

Obadiah? Oh, Iron Monger!

Tang Song frowned, pressing his two thumbs together. Thinking of Obadiah's background, he quickly came up with a solution.

"Honey, post a message on the dark web: 'Stark Industries Vice President secretly selling Smuggling Firearms to Ten Rings terrorists in the Middle East!' Transfer five million from the Account and spread the news!"

Tang Song pulled Skye closer and whispered in her ear.

Skye nodded obediently, took out her Computer from the computer bag beside her, booted it up in front of Tang Song, and logged into a webpage.

Skye entered the URL, used several zombie computers as jump points, and quickly logged into an Underworld Intelligence Trading interface.

Generally speaking, Intelligence Trading is divided into buying and selling, but there are exceptions, which is to deliberately create public opinion and intentionally spread this Intelligence.

The Intelligence Trading network calls this a 'ripple'. To create a splash, Money is naturally indispensable.

The intelligence dealers worked for Money. As Skye pressed Enter, over a dozen transfers were successful, flowing into some anonymous Account.

"Boss, it's done. By tonight at the latest, the news about Obadiah will spread throughout the Underworld intelligence network!"

Skye closed the Computer, hugged Tang Song, and cuddled for a while. Tang Song rewarded her with a kiss on her Forehead.

Obadiah, a cold smile flashed in Tang Song's eyes. With the news released, he wanted to see if that old fellow still had the energy to compete with him for Order.

As for the Mafia Family/Clan, Tang Song twirled the Bone Bead on his wrist. The Skull carvings on the Bone Bead, their teeth clashing together, emitted a crisp Sound like Jade Stone.

The motorcade drove on and soon arrived at the Bulgari Hotel.

As the motorcade reached the hotel entrance, the hotel manager, along with Room service staff, was already waiting at the door.

As soon as the cars stopped, the Bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the Car Door for Tang Song.

The Bulgari Hotel manager was an Italian man in his forties. Seeing Tang Song get out of the car, he quickly came forward with a smiling face.

Two German Bodyguard appropriately extended their arms to block him.

Tang Song waved his hand, and only then did the manager approach.

"Welcome, Mr. Tang, to the Bulgari Hotel! It is our honour!"

The Bulgari Hotel was very enthusiastic about Tang Song and his group's stay.

The manager, along with several Room service staff, bustled about. A red carpet was laid directly from the hotel entrance to the private elevator entrance.

It was no wonder the hotel manager was enthusiastic. After all, although Tang Song and his group were only staying for two days, they had booked two floors of Room in advance, including the presidential suite.

The manager always believed in the principle that the customer is God, even if the Vatican was next door.

"Lane, have someone take the two Suitcases from the back into the Room! As for that large Suitcase, you handle it. Have someone take the contents inside to Kane!"

Tang Song, with his arm around Skye, entered the elevator guided by the Bulgari Hotel Room butler.

Lane took two Suitcases from the trunk of a Mercedes car and personally carried them into the adjacent elevator. Several Bodyguard each carrying a Suitcase, also entered the hotel.

As for the largest one, two Bodyguard lifted the Suitcase down and pushed it into the hotel.

A hotel doorman wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him; he thought he saw the large Suitcase move slightly.

...

The presidential suite at the Bulgari Hotel was a large suite of about four hundred square meters. Upon entering, there were two huge floor-to-ceiling windows and a Living Room nearly a hundred square meters in size.

You get what you pay for; in terms of Room layout and space, the hotel was indeed impeccable.

On the wine rack next to the Living Room were several bottles of Champagne priced at several thousand US Dollars.

Tang Song declined the services of the presidential suite's private butler. After Lane brought the Suitcases into the Room, two Bodyguard entered the Room, scanned the entire Room with a detector, and then left.

At the corridor elevator entrance, two Bodyguard stood guard, one on the left and one on the right.

At the stairwell entrance leading to this floor, two Bodyguard also stood. Bulging marks could be seen at the waist and inside the jackets of these Bodyguard.

"Honey, I need to refine some things today. Go sleep in the adjacent Room first!"

After comforting Skye, Tang Song had Lane personally lead people to guard the Room entrance.

...

In the empty Room, Tang Song sat in the Living Room and unzipped the Suitcase. A roll of snakeskin instantly sprang out.

Running his fingers over the Snake Belly Skin, Tang Song instantly made up his mind.

He took out a small pair of scissors made of Jade Stone from the Suitcase. The two blades carved from white jade were not even palm-length.

The sharp blades emitted streaks of Spiritual Radiance at the point where they opened and closed. Spirit Marks converged to form two Inscribed Script Restriction Seals: Sharpness!

Picking up this Magic Tool Jade Stone scissors, Tang Song circulated his True Qi and snipped away at the snakeskin with a 'snapping' sound, quickly cutting off a piece of material about one meter square from the Snake Belly Skin.

Placing the Jade Stone scissors aside, Tang Song picked up the jade-handled talisman brush he carried with him and began engraving Spirit Marks on this piece of snakeskin.

They say that when a calligraphy master writes, their brushwork can penetrate three points into wood, and the brush strokes and ink marks can soak through three layers of Xuan paper, soaking into the wooden board beneath.

A jade-handled brush in Tang Song's hand, the soft brush tip easily penetrated the Snake Belly Skin that was impervious to blades and Guns.

Cinnabar mixed with Vampire's essence blood was used to outline streak after streak of Spirit Marks on the Snake Belly Skin.

The densely packed Spirit Marks connected to each other, forming Inscribed Script Runes Restriction Seals.

Tang Song's brush strokes weren't fast, because Spirit Marks were like the Integrated Circuits in a chip; if drawn incorrectly, the entire chip would be scrapped.

By the time Tang Song finished drawing on the entire Snake Belly Skin, the Moonlight outside had already shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At this time, both sides of the one-meter-square Snake Belly Skin were densely covered with Inscribed Script composed of Spirit Marks. These characters were arranged densely, appearing to be several thousand in number, like scriptures on a sutra scroll.

When Tang Song finished drawing the last Spirit Mark, the entire snakeskin suddenly trembled as if electrocuted. The four sides of the snakeskin folded together, forming a simple leather pouch.

Tang Song held the leather pouch in his hand, took out a jade box he had prepared earlier, opened it, and took out a three-inch white Jade Tablet from inside.

It was crystal clear suet white jade, and faintly, a streak of red was swimming in the middle of the Jade Tablet.

Holding his fingers together like a Sword, Tang Song pointed a finger-sword at the Jade Tablet. This piece of suet white jade tablet, worth over a hundred thousand US Dollars, was instantly violently destroyed by Tang Song's True Qi into a pile of fine powder.

A streak of red light seized the opportunity to fly out, quickly fleeing outwards.

Tang Song casually scooped it up with the leather pouch, netting the streak of red light inside the pouch.

As the red light fell into the pouch, the pouch seemed to undergo a chemical reaction. Moments later, the pouch trembled violently, and the Inscribed Script on the inner and outer sides lit up one after another, emitting streaks of Spiritual Radiance.

The Spiritual Radiance of these Inscribed Script and Spirit Marks converged together, forming a three-layered Restriction Seal. The Restriction Seals intertwined, like a net, covering all parts of the pouch.

Done!

Tang Song shook the pouch. His Divine Sense probed inside, and unexpectedly, there was an Internal Space of about three meters by three meters inside the pouch.

The Five Yin Pouch, the 17th ranked Magic Tool in the Heshan Scripture, is refined using Living Being's Flesh and Blood. It is capable of storage and can nurture a Five Yin Black Fiend that is specifically used to collect Flying Swords and Magic Treasures from both righteous and evil factions. It can even refine all Living Being's Flesh and Blood.

The more Living Being's Flesh and Blood refined, the greater its power and the wider the Internal Space.

Using Giant Serpent Abdomen Skin as the medium and Vampire Blood God's essence soul instead of Living Being's Flesh and Blood, Tang Song finally refined a Five Yin Pouch.

By this time, the horizon was already slightly white. Tang Song performed Hand Seals with both hands. The Five Yin Pouch changed shape in his hands, and soon a men's front pouch appeared in his hand.

The wallet, which was only palm-sized, was covered in snakeskin patterns on the outside. No one would have guessed that this small wallet was actually a sinister Magic Tool.

Tang Song placed the wallet aside with satisfaction, then turned and opened another Suitcase, taking out the Vibranium Ore.

Vibranium, also known as sound-absorbing steel, is one of the hardest substances in the Marvel World. Captain America's shield and Black Panther's Armor are both made of Vibranium.

Vibranium is extremely hard. Its special molecular structure makes it almost indestructible because its molecules are relatively static, causing it to hardly conduct heat and kinetic Energy. This characteristic allows it to absorb heat, Energy, and kinetic Energy.

Tang Song held this piece of Vibranium Ore, which was only about fist-sized, but hadn't decided what to do with it yet.

Given Vibranium's characteristics, it was somewhat unsuitable for refining a Sword Pill. Taking Captain America's Vibranium shield as an example, Vibranium's most suitable use was actually for refining a defensive Magic Tool. As for what to refine, Tang Song still needed to carefully consider.

...…

Over the course of one night, Tang Song refined a Five Yin Pouch. On the other side, Obadiah was so angry he was fuming.

Last night, Obadiah, who was in Rome, had originally chosen the Fendi Palace Luxury Hotel to host a dinner party, specifically inviting some High-level Staff from the Italian Military and political circles to lobby.

After all, it was billions in Profit. Even for Stark Industries, the annual net Profit was only tens of billion.

Arms procurement was fixed, Obadiah scoffed at this news. So what if it was fixed? Obadiah was confident that with Stark Industries' Strength and his own lobbying, he could definitely secure this Order.

During this period, he had visited many influential figures in Rome, and relying on the name of Stark Industries and generous gifts, he had received promises from many Important Figure.

This dinner party attracted many Important Figure from the Italian political and business circles. However, not long after the dinner party began, Obadiah handed the banquet over to his deputy to host and hastily left himself.

Although Obadiah knew well that doing so would cause dissatisfaction among the guests, he couldn't bother with it anymore.

His accompanying secretary had just told Obadiah some bad news.

The matter of him Smuggling Firearms to the Middle East had been exposed.

At this, Obadiah immediately became like a cat whose tail was stepped on. What dinner party, what arms procurement, he couldn't care less anymore. He directly had his secretary arrange a Private Jet to fly to New York and hastily rushed back to Stark Industries.

Logically speaking, it wasn't a big deal for Arms Companies to sell some military equipment to some special "patriots".

Many companies, including the Federal Government themselves, did the same thing.

However, everyone had their own White Glove (front man). Generally speaking, their fingerprints wouldn't be found on these weapons.

Everyone wouldn't lose face.

But what Obadiah did was a bit crude. Not only did he handle it himself, but the most crucial thing was that his dear godson, the President of Stark Industries, the famous Tony Stark, was a person who couldn't stand injustice.

Obadiah needed to rush back to the company as quickly as possible to handle the aftermath of this matter before Tony Stark received the news.

"Stark Industries, still doesn't sound as good as Stane Industries!"

Above the clouds, Obadiah Stane looked out at the sea of clouds outside through the Private Jet window. For a moment, the clouds seemed to turn into Howard Stark's arrogant face.

Why? Why should he, who had dedicated decades of effort to Stark Industries, just like this, be suppressed by a young kid, simply because his last name is Stark?

"Don't blame me, Howard!"

(End of this chapter)