American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 75: Sixty Billion

Rome, Baglioni Hotel, inside the brightly lit hotel, a luxurious dinner party was being held.

This was already the second dinner party the Baglioni Hotel had hosted in the past few days; the previous organizer was Obadiah, the Vice President of Stark Industries.

It was just that the dinner party hosted by Obadiah ended with guests and host parting on bad terms.

In front of the Baglioni Hotel entrance, Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Maseratis... luxury cars arrived one after another.

The hotel's lobby manager had no choice but to specifically transfer a batch of doormen from other hotels to handle parking.

Lane, in a tuxedo, stood at the entrance as a butler, serving as the greeter.

The organizer of this dinner party was naturally Boss Tang.

These past two days, Rome's social circles were somewhat stirred. Tang Song's identity was not a secret. If an emerging mob boss wasn't much...

Then adding the prefix of Father West's friend and the predetermined winner of the billion-dollar Arms Bidding Conference to that identity...

The doors of any circle in Rome would open for Boss Tang.

In two days, Tang Song received many invitations.

However, Tang Song was truly too busy, so busy he could barely spare any time. Accompanied by West, he visited some important figures who couldn't be openly discussed but could truly make final decisions and determine many matters.

Many people might think that in a world with supernatural power, the bureaucrats occupying high positions in human society are either useless freeloaders or completely ineffective background props.

In the original worldview, high-level staff of the Federal Government, the World Security Council, these human high officials and leaders appearing in movie plots made many decisions that seemed utterly idiotic to many.

When aliens invaded New York, they used nuclear bombs to bomb New York.

Initiating the Superhero Registration Act.

Using mutants for human experimentation to deal with Professor X and his X-Men.

Each of these seemingly brainless and intelligence-reducing actions filled onlookers with righteous indignation, but the reason they did so was simply because their rear determined their head.

In reality, none of these people who could climb to the top of the pyramid among hundreds of millions are easy to deal with. They might be greedy for money, cling to power, or be lustful, but never think they are stupid.

...

Even superheroes, after the highlight of saving the world, still face the trivialities of daily life.

Tang Song believed that power should be held by strength, but this was not the Jambudvīpa World of the Cold Weapons era. Here, human high-level staff held weapons of mass destruction comparable to high-level cultivators.

Therefore, Tang Song would never underestimate these high officials. Unless he possessed the strength to truly suppress everyone, Tang Song would not temporarily transform into an Ancestor.

Tang Song walked through the venue holding a wine glass. Willie Gambino followed half a step behind Tang Song, introducing the guests attending the dinner party.

From time to time, Tang Song raised his glass to toast with the guests who came to show support, saying welcome and exchanging a few polite pleasantries.

Many guests who knew the inside story of the Gambino family's disappearance couldn't help but look at Willie with strange gaze.

However, Willie appeared calm and composed. He was now the Godfather of the Gambino family.

Boss Tang had promised him that upon returning to New York, he would support him with a batch of manpower and weapons to help him reorganize the Gambino family.

All he needed to pay was cheap loyalty.

The dinner party ended in a pleasant atmosphere for both guests and host. Tang Song politely declined the warm invitations from several Roman socialites and famous models and returned to his room.

...

"Mr. West!"

In the room, someone had been waiting for a long time. It was none other than West.

Tang Song took off his suit jacket and handed it to Skye, who was standing nearby.

Lane brought over two cups of coffee.

"Tang, the Brotherhood's trial mission has come down!"

West explained his purpose to Tang Song.

The Sacred Shield Brotherhood's membership system, in addition to a recommender, also required completing a trial within the Brotherhood: hunting harmful alien creatures or stopping an alien crisis.

After all, the original intention of establishing the Sacred Shield Brotherhood was to deal with alien crises.

"Alien creature!?" Tang Song rubbed the thumb ring in his hand, suddenly remembering a dark joke. He wondered if he counted as one; strictly speaking, he wasn't from this planet.

West saw Tang Song lost in thought, thinking he was contemplating how to find alien creatures. He took the initiative to speak:

"Tang, do you remember Charles Bishop Weyland?"

"The mastermind behind the auction, an elder of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood!" Tang Song's gaze turned to West, and he nodded.

"He's recently been searching for the origin power of an alien creature, which is said to be related to the origin of humanity. He asked me to lend him manpower!"

West smiled, saying with a hint of complacency:

"Because of my identity in the Inquisition, the supernatural power I can deploy is quite considerable, so when they encounter a shortage of manpower, they always ask me!"

"Charles Bishop Weyland discovered an Alien Hive in Antarctica. Weyland wants to go into this lair to find the origin of these aliens and locate their creator. I want you to go, and complete your trial at the same time!"

Tang Song looked at West and hesitated, saying, "Sir, you previously mentioned that the relationship between Charles Bishop Weyland and us isn't exactly harmonious."

The "us" Tang Song used made West quite pleased.

He explained to Tang Song: "There's no conflict between us and Weyland, it's just a difference in philosophy. From what I understand, Weyland has a small spaceship belonging to a very powerful alien race. If he can truly uncover the secret of the creator behind the aliens, it won't be bad for the Sacred Shield Brotherhood!"

West paused for a moment: "If he fails, that spaceship is also very important to 'us'!"

West emphasized the word "us" when he said it.

Tang Song nodded understandingly, stirring his coffee with a spoon:

"I understand. When do we depart?"

"In two months, there's an Antarctic research vessel. Weyland will contact you then!"

...

After seeing West off, Tang Song finished washing up and was about to perform breathing exercise and meditation.

A call came in.

"Boss, we got the stuff. Six tons in total!"

The call was from Kane.

Six tons. When Tang Song heard this number, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Did you encounter any trouble?"

Tang Song circulated his true essence and quickly calmed his mood.

"No problems for now, but the Wakandans are biting hard. It'll take some time to get back to New York. I contacted Yuri through an intermediary. He has a plane transporting firearms from Somalia back to Russia. I'll transfer flights in Russia then!"

"Be careful. I'll have Frank meet you in Russia!"

After dealing with Kane's matters, Tang Song walked to the wine rack and opened a bottle of red wine.

How much money is six tons of Vibranium worth?! One gram of Vibranium is ten thousand US dollars. Six tons is six million grams, which is...

"Sixty Billion!"

Tang Song swirled the wine glass. The deep red liquid seemed to shimmer with golden light under the setting sun's afterglow.

One must know that according to Marvel's official data, Tony Stark's personal net worth was only 13.2 billion.

Tang, inflated, Boss Song seemed to feel golden light belonging to a tycoon radiating from his entire body.

What can relieve worries? Only sudden wealth.

Although Tang Song didn't plan to sell this vibranium, sitting on sixty billion would make anyone feel giddy.

Boss Tang took a sip of red wine and cast his gaze towards the sky outside.

Soon, after finishing a bottle of red wine, Tang Song put down the wine glass, losing the mood for breathing exercise and meditation. He turned and left his room, knocking on Skye and Fox's room.

Uh, why was Fox in Skye's room? As a bodyguard, isn't it normal to stay with the employer?

Nothing happened overnight.

(End of Chapter)