American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

# American Comics: Tales of a Cultivator

Chapter 69: 5000, Starting to Write 10,000 Characters a Day Tomorrow After Finishing Up

In the early morning, the chef at the Bulgari Hotel prepared breakfast, and a waiter pushed a dining cart to deliver it.

After the two bodyguards at the elevator entrance carefully inspected the dining cart, one of them led the waiter to Tang Song's door.

Lane took the dining cart, motioned for the waiter to leave, and pushed the cart himself, knocking on Tang Song's room door.

"Enter!"

Hearing Tang Song's voice, Lane pushed open the door and walked into the room with the dining cart.

In the living room of the Presidential Suite, Tang Song was holding a Talisman Brush and drawing on a sketch.

Sketches he had drawn were scattered all over the table.

Some of these sketches depicted ancient and heavy bells, square Sword Shields, some were thirty-three-story Exquisite Pagodas, and some were Long Banners.

"Boss, breakfast is ready!"

Lane removed the silver cover from the tray, revealing the exquisite breakfast inside.

Stomach-Nourishing Goji Berry Congee, freshly ground soy milk, crispy golden fried dough sticks, pan-fried eggs until golden brown, a few small dishes of pickled vegetables, and bright green, spiky pickled cucumbers.

It was clear that the hotel chef had fully considered Tang Song's identity and specially prepared a Chinese breakfast.

"Okay!" Tang Song put down the Talisman Brush in his hand and tidied up the sketch paper on the table.

These were all his deductions regarding the use of Vibranium. Vibranium is incredibly hard and can absorb all energy, and through special methods, it seems to store this energy for attack, converting it into kinetic energy.

Tang Song thought for a long time and still decided to refine it into a Defensive Magic Treasure.

With the indestructible Sword Pill for offense, paired with a Defensive Magic Treasure, one for offense and one for defense, they could serve as two Dao-Protecting Treasures.

So-called Dao-Protecting Treasures are also called Natal Magic Treasures.

Although Tang Song had obtained many refining methods for Magic Tools and Magic Treasures from the Jambudvīpa World Source, these Magic Tools each had their strengths and weaknesses.

Those that Tang Song could draw were top-tier Magic Treasures with imprints left by the Jambudvīpa World Source, including many Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Tang Song didn't intend to aim too high from the start. He planned to first refine a basic form using Vibranium and other materials, and then slowly nurture and upgrade it later.

However, no matter which method, the ten kilograms of Vibranium Ore he had in hand were definitely not enough.

For Vibranium alone, Tang Song estimated he would need at least two thousand kilograms or more. If purchased through normal channels, Tang Song's entire fortune would not be enough.

Fortunately, Tang Song never intended to pay from the beginning.

After tidying up and washing, Tang Song woke up the groggy Skye from the adjacent Executive Suite, followed by a reluctant Huohu Fokesi.

The five of them sat around the dining table and began eating breakfast.

"Boss, according to the information received yesterday, Obadiah has returned to New York, and Stark Industries is out of this Arms Bidding Conference!"

Tang Song skillfully added a spoon of white sugar to his soy milk and used a knife and fork to cut the fried dough stick into small pieces.

He used chopsticks to dip the fried dough stick into the soy milk, waiting until it had fully absorbed the soy milk evenly, then picked it up and put it in his mouth.

The fried dough stick soaked in soy milk had a soft and sweet taste in his mouth.

"Well done!" Hearing Lane's words, Tang Song stroked Skye's head next to him.

They say public opinion is a weapon that kills without drawing blood, and it is indeed true.

Obadiah has a lot of dirt on him and Tony Stark looming over him, and he still wants to compete with him!

Skye, who was focused on a piece of fried egg on her plate, looked up sleepily and pouted at Tang Song, who was stroking her hair.

Tang Song picked up a small piece of egg and put it in her mouth, which was met with two muffled sounds.

"How is Ulysses Klaue being handled?"

Tang Song pinched Skye's slightly chubby face, which was chewing on the egg, and asked Lane with a gentle smile.

Lane put down the large beef sandwich he was holding and said, "He's already been transported back to New York overnight. He should be delivered to Kane this morning!"

Lane added, "Don't worry about security. I sealed his acupoints with true qi and put an immobilization talisman on him. No one can undo it except for you, Boss, and a few of us!"

"Okay!" Tang Song's Divine Sense swept over Lane. Although Lane's True Qi inside his body had not yet reached the Qi Condensation level, he had already opened the Grand and Minor Heavenly Circulation and reached the level of True Qi externalization.

In the Jambudvīpa World, Lane's aptitude could be considered top-tier.

After a while, if Tang Song finds enough substitute medicinal materials and refines two more batches of medicinal pills, he might be able to break through to the Qi Condensation level in one go, reaching the minimum standard for awakening a bloodline.

Although people in this world don't have god-demon bloodlines, if Professor Connors' experiment is successful,

He could try transplanting the bloodlines of those Titans into Lane and the others.

There's no other way. Although Lane, Kane, and the others have good aptitude, with the Marvel World mindset, it's too difficult for them to understand and comprehend the "Dao" of the Jambudvīpa World.

The cultivation method in God-Demon Transformation is already a relatively simple one Tang Song picked out from his memory, like a dummy program in a computer.

Tang Song inputs the initial program, and as long as they get started, the true qi can operate autonomously within Lane and the others' bodies. However, when cultivating to advanced levels, if they cannot understand and comprehend, there is also the risk of cultivation deviation.

Therefore, Tang Song's initial plan was to combine God-Demon Transformation with the biotechnology of the Marvel World.

However, this requires massive amounts of experiment data for support, as well as Lane and the others cultivating God-Demon Transformation to a certain degree and cultivating their Spirit to a certain height to avoid the influence of the Titan's bestial nature.

"That stealth shoulder armor, find some people later and see if you can replicate it. Equip it for you and Kane's subordinates! If the optical stealth black technology can be replicated, it will be a great help to our subordinates!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"That's mine!" Huohu Fokesi, who was drinking coffee nearby, muttered resentfully, looking plaintive.

...

Two days later, Tang Song arrived in Rome with a group of Subordinates.

Lane had already arranged hotels and the necessary cars in Rome in advance.

Upon arriving in Rome, Tang Song specifically found several top designers from Milan for Skye. After all, having arrived in the fashion capital, how could they not indulge in some luxury?

Skye absolutely loved it. Looking at the clothes designed by these designers, even the usually cold-faced Fox had a gleam in her eyes. No woman can refuse designer clothes and bags, especially when they are personally designed by top designers.

The designers also adored their two clients. The tip Tang Song gave them seemed a bit too generous.

Leaving Skye and Fox at the hotel for fittings and letting the designers work on their clothes,

Lane accompanied Tang Song to visit several friends in Rome one by one.

Two Italian Councillors, a major general responsible for military procurement...

It was clear that after Stark Industries, represented by Obadiah, withdrew from the bidding conference, these "friends" were very enthusiastic about Boss Tang's arrival.

After visiting an official responsible for accepting military procurement, two cars drove some distance apart on the road, heading towards the hotel where Tang Song was staying.

Tang Song sat in the car, playing with a Colt handgun. This gun was a return gift he received from the official.

The gift Tang Song gave was a pure gold pistol.

It's about reciprocating favors, so naturally, there's no talk of bribery.

As the cars drove on the streets of Rome, Tang Song leaned against the window, admiring the view of Rome.

Rome is the center of the Catholic Church worldwide, with over 700 churches and monasteries,

And seven Catholic universities.

Rome, along with Florence, was a center of the Italian Renaissance, and it still preserves a wealth of Renaissance and Baroque style architecture.

As Tang Song looked at the churches and clergy everywhere along the way, he wondered if he should visit West after finishing up here.

The holy land of Catholicism, the Vatican, is also located within the city-within-a-city of Rome, on the high ground northwest of him.

The Vatican, this city-within-a-city, is closely related to Rome. Although its area is less than 0.44 square kilometers, its influence radiates throughout Europe and the Americas.

This is also why West, a high-level staff member of the Inquisition, could influence high-level staff in the Italian Military.

After all, the more powerful and wealthy people are, the more they have a peculiar devotion to religion. The concept of atonement through money is deeply ingrained in their hearts. This is also why indulgences were rampant in the Middle Ages. Many wealthy people were very happy to donate to temples and churches, as if in their eyes, money could pave a road for them to heaven.

After all, if they've already given the money, it would be awkward for the deities in heaven not to show them some favor if they ended up there.

As Tang Song was lost in thought, looking at the architecture along the street, a black car suddenly crashed into the Mercedes-Benz car Tang Song was in from behind.

Seeing this scene through the rearview mirror, Lane sharply turned the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding the car that crashed into them from behind.

However, the front car carrying the bodyguards couldn't dodge in time and was severely rear-ended.

Bang! The two cars had a rear-end collision. The bumper of the black car was directly broken off, and half of its car front was almost shattered.

"*%*%"

The right car door of the black car opened, and an Italian man with a face full of blood walked out, cursing.

He walked towards the car Tang Song was sitting in while cursing.

After getting permission from Tang Song, Lane and the bodyguards went down and stopped him.

Through the car window, Tang Song could see that the man who was hit was a bit agitated, constantly pointing at his wrecked car.

Lane comforted the man and took out a checkbook from his pocket, signed a check, and handed it to the man.

However, it seemed the man became even more furious. He slapped away the check Lane offered, still pointing at the car Tang Song was in, speaking rapid Italian language.

At this time, the bodyguard from the rear-ended front car also got out of the car. Six big men surrounded the man.

Watching a spectacle is universal, regardless of race, country, or skin color. A car accident attracted many people to stop and watch.

The bustling crowd seemed to give the man courage. He wiped his forehead with his hand and pointed his blood-covered palm at the crowd, shouting something loudly.

The people watching nearby pointed at the two luxury Mercedes-Benz cars.

Tang Song lowered the car window halfway. Lane glanced at him and jogged to the window.

"Boss, it looks intentional. He insists on going to the police station to handle it. Why don't you leave here first!"

Tang Song directly pushed the door open and got out of the car. He took out a thick, radish-sized cigar, lit it, and took a deep puff. A cold smile flickered in his eyes: "It seems our opponent can't sit still. This method is an improvement, though. I thought the Italian Mafia only knew fighting and killing?!

It seems the Italian Underworld isn't all weaklings like the Italian Military!"

Tang Song smiled and waved his cigar at a big man watching from dozens of meters away.

This man, wearing a suit and a fedora, who had been secretly watching Tang Song, his complexion changed drastically. He squeezed into the crowd and quickly disappeared after a few dashes.

"Boss, is that someone from the Gambino family?!" Lane seemed to realize it later, saying with sudden understanding.

Of course, with Lane's intelligence, he might have guessed who was behind it from the start, but as a Subordinate, he naturally couldn't steal his Boss's chance to show off.

The Gambino family, one of the five major Mafia families in Italy. The Arms Company competing with Tang Song for the Military Procurement bidding is owned by the Gambino family.

Not far away, a few Police Officers walked over and stopped the man and Tang Song's bodyguards.

The man shouted something loudly in Italian language and pointed at Tang Song's car not far away.

A Police Officer looked over here and brought a colleague towards Tang Song.

"Sir, please show me your identification. Someone is accusing you of intentionally crashing his vehicle!"

Seeing that Tang Song was a foreigner, the Police Officer spoke to Tang Song in English.

Tang Song took a puff of his cigar and blew a smoke ring onto the Police Officer's face.

"Do you have vision problems, Officer! This car rear-ended mine. What, in Italian traffic laws, is the front car responsible for being rear-ended?!"

"Cough cough!" The Police Officer, choked by the smoke from the cigar, said angrily, "Sir, I can consider this behavior as Assaulting a Police Officer!"

Tang Song said coldly, "Assaulting a Police Officer? A dog that truly bites never barks. It only bites off the opponent's neck from behind. If I really wanted to assault a Police Officer, Officer, you would be shot to death while on patrol, and my fingerprints would absolutely not be found on it."

"Or, do you want to try! Didn't anyone teach you that when two tigers fight, some small fry had better stay far away!"

A gleam flashed in Tang Song's eyes.

Upon meeting Tang Song's gaze, the Police Officer, who had been full of anger, slowly loosened his fist, as if he had just finished a fierce boxing match, his clothes completely soaked through.

"I'll have my bodyguards handle this accident with you. I have other matters.

Oh, right, Lane, call the best Law Firm in Rome and send a lawyer's letter to the police station!"

Lane opened the car door for Tang Song. Tang Song patted the Police Officer's shoulder and got back into the car.

Lane walked to the driver's seat and closed the car door.

"Boss, are we going back to the hotel or...?"

Tang Song took out a small snakeskin wallet from his suit pocket, a gentle smile on his face.

"Having come all the way to Italy, I must experience the features of Italy. To the Gambino Family Estate!"

...

The Mafia originated in Sicily, Italy, but truly began to make a fortune in the Federation.

In the 18th century, Europe experienced an immigration wave towards the Americas. Mafia members flocked to the Federation, rooted themselves in New York, operated throughout the Federation, controlling the gambling industry, sex industry, drug trafficking, smuggling firearms, engaging in professional criminal activity such as kidnapping, murder, robbery, etc. In the early days before Kingpin rose, the Mafia occupied most of the Underworld in New York.

The most famous five families were named after five outstanding members: the Bonanno family, the Colombo family, the Gambino family, the Genovese family, and the Lucchese family.

However, later, Kingpin rose, and the Mafia's influence in New York was cannibalized by him little by little. Eventually, the five major families were once expelled from New York.

However, the influence of the Mafia families in the Federation and throughout Europe is still not to be underestimated. Otherwise, they wouldn't have a seat at the High Table of the Continental Hotel.

It is worth mentioning that the elder seat belonging to the Mafia at the High Table is held in rotation by the major families.

...

The car sped towards the Gambino Family Estate.

The Western-style Manor, spanning over ten thousand square meters, had buildings at the entrance with distinct ancient Roman style. Many luxury cars were parked in the parking lot not far from the entrance, and two bodyguards stood at the Manor entrance.

Tang Song adjusted his clothes, slowly got out of the car, and walked easily to the Manor entrance. He smiled and greeted the bodyguards at the entrance: "Excuse me, please inform Mr. Gannobi that I have come to visit!"

Saying this, Tang Song waved at the camera installed above the Manor entrance.

One of the bodyguards sized up Tang Song and Lane standing behind him.

He walked to the side, took out a walkie-talkie, and made a call.

Less than five minutes later, a lavishly dressed middle-aged man arrived at the entrance with over a dozen Gunmen.

The middle-aged man's complexion was pale with a greenish tint. His appearance suggested excessive indulgence. He arrived at the entrance panting, looking wary of Tang Song.

Tang Song slowly walked over and said to him politely, "Then, please allow me to introduce myself. I am the president of Tang's Arms Company. My surname is Tang!

Hmm, I encountered a traffic accident on the road just now. My car was hit. Was that someone from your Gambino family?"

Tang Song's straight to the point approach made the middle-aged man frown.

He looked at Tang Song and said, "Mr. Tang, I know you. I need to remind you, this is Italy, this is Rome, not New York!"

Before he finished speaking, the dozen Gunmen all reached into their clothes.

Tang Song sneered and narrowed his eyes: "So? You fancy yourselves local strongmen and plan to steal my business! Just with these dozen weaklings!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said to Tang Song, "Mr. Tang, I know you have great influence in New York, but this is the territory of the Gannobi family.

Military procurement is fair bidding. No one stipulated that this business must be yours! This is Rome. Even if our Gannobi family wants to steal your business, so what? According to the information I have, you are currently competing for territory with Kingpin in New York. You don't want to provoke us again, do you? If I were you, it would be best to obediently give up the military procurement business! You will gain the friendship of the Gambino family!"

The friendship of the Gambino family, a family driven out of New York by Kingpin. Tang Song's face showed undisguised mockery.

"Nothing to discuss?"

Tang Song twirled the bone bead in his palm, smiling exceptionally gently.

(End of Chapter)