With one hand petting Tom the cat, and the other petting Jerry the mouse, Mo Qingchen hesitated a bit, unsure of which to contract first.

His spirit attributes broke through the 300 mark, equivalent to reaching a Monarch-level tier, hence he could sign another Guardian Beast.

But now he had three Conceptual Holy Beasts ready for contract, a delightful dilemma indeed.

Since arriving at the villa, Tom, Jerry, and Spike had been behaving thanks to the appearance of Grey Wolf.

Maybe it was due to biological instinct suppression, as wolves rank higher on the food chain.

When Tom, Jerry, and Spike saw Grey Wolf, they straightened up as though meeting a nemesis.

Now these three had become Grey Wolf's followers.

Without the chaos of cat-mouse rivalry, Mo Qingchen felt something was amiss.

However, seeing these guys without wrecking the house was somewhat comforting for him.

"Forget it, no more thoughts, let's contract with Jerry first."

Compared to Tom, Mo Qingchen felt that contracting Jerry would be more beneficial.

Indeed, he set his eyes on Jerry's "Clan Summoning" skill.

You should know, Jerry is actually the least capable in his family.

Currently, in this merged Marvel World, his team lacked top-tier strength.

He wanted to confirm what kind of strength levels Jerry's family members, especially Big Cousin Masoer and Cousin Merlin, held.

Think and act, Mo Qingchen patted Jerry's head and directly spoke.

"Jerry, are you willing to sign a Beast Taming Contract with me and become a part of our team?"

Through Grey Wolf, Tom, Jerry, and Spike already knew some things about this team.

Yet these three, apart from liking to be rowdy, didn't particularly care about anything else.

However, they knew following this master meant they could enjoy privilege and luxury and live happy, fulfilling lives from now on.

So, Jerry's mouse head nodded furiously, creating an afterimage.

"What kind of messed up rule is this, not speaking to humans, but fully fluent with non-humans."

Grey Wolf had already told them N times, yet these three still refused to speak human language when facing humans for communication.

"Alright then, since you agreed, let's… Tom!"

Just as Mo Qingchen was about to act, Tom suddenly sprang up, unknowingly snatching a frying pan from Red Wolf.

"Bang" and smashed it down on Jerry's head.

Looking at the center of the frying pan, a mold of a mouse appeared.

Mo Qingchen: (╯°Д°)╯!!!

In a moment of perplexity, Tom's legs transformed into a fiery wheel, and he rushed to the villa door with the frying pan.

Opened the door, tossed the pan, closed the door, all in one go, not forgetting to pat his paws, and then cutely come back to Mo Qingchen's side, acting like a spoiled kitty.

While acting spoiled, he gestured with his little paws that they could contract him first.

Just then a frying pan even larger than Tom's appeared abruptly above his head.

"Bang" and hit Tom on the head, making his head swirl with flying birds.

As reality turned into comic, Mo Qingchen was speechless.

The two were fighting to see who would contract first, leading to a cat-mouse battle.

Everything in the villa became tools they could use to defeat each other.

These two guys used every trick possible, even resorting to many rule-destroying methods.

In mere minutes, the living room, kitchen, and bedroom of the villa's first floor turned into a battleground, rapidly destroyed entirely.

From Mo Qingchen sitting serenely on the sofa, to Tec napping on his lap, and Spike standing guard with a hostile gaze toward the cat and mouse, the first floor had nothing intact.

Watching Tom kick Jerry flying, then stride to him eagerly to contract, only to be swept away by Jerry with a tool, likewise eager to contract.

This scene played out repeatedly, the time spent by one cat and mouse in front of him never exceeded 3 seconds.

Mo Qingchen: (⊙o⊙)...

He was dumbstruck, reclining on the sofa, quietly enjoying the cat-mouse war.

But this cat-mouse war lasted quite a while.

Days passed without either side showing any intention to rest.

...

Meanwhile, in Afghanistan, fresh off a Jericho Missile demonstration, Tony Stark sat happily in a jeep ready to head home.

Then…

With a "Rumble," the scene flipped.

"Rat-a-tat-tat" gunfire erupted around.

A group of kidnappers attacked, showing a barrage of cannon fire, complete overturn, then gunfire suppression, harvesting heads.

A squad of American soldiers wiped out.

And our dear Stark, stunned and injured by a bomb produced by his own company, fell unconscious.

...

With time passing, Tony startled awake from a nightmare.

As he awoke, he felt excruciating chest pain.

In a glance, he found two magnets embedded in his blood-streaked chest near the heart, with wires connected to an adjacent battery.

"Oh, my goodness! What is this?! What did you do to me?!"

Stark looked at the figure standing nearby, speaking in a terrible tone.

"I saved your life."

Ethan replied bluntly, pointing at the battery and magnets on his chest.

...

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

"Report! Director, Tony Stark has gone missing in Afghanistan, the escorting soldiers were all killed, no Stark body found, evidence of bomb explosions and gunfire at the scene!…"

The intelligence department chief stood with a stern expression in front of Nick Fury's desk, reporting news received from the military.

"Mother…

Find him! Deploy as many people as possible, he must be found! Alive or dead!

Tony's father, Howard Stark, was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

We can't let the founder's sole heir disappear unclearly!"

Having only recently finished a transaction with Mo Qingchen, Nick Fury was now deeply concerned.

Yet just a few days later, this explosive news caught him completely off guard!

He held considerable influence over Howard's legacy, with plans to recruit Tony Stark to S.H.I.E.L.D. and have him inherit his father's position!

Needless to say, the heartless egghead never admitted he was coveting Tony's scientific prowess and various inventions, especially that AI assistant Jarvis!

"Yes, I'll notify the field department and send three companies to Afghanistan for search!"

The anonymous intelligence chief quickly slipped away.

The recently infuriated director gazed at him like he bore a vendetta comparable to patricide; he wanted no part in becoming his emotional outlet.

...

"Broadcasting an urgent update, today the Stark Group's president, playboy Tony Stark, was attacked and is missing in Afghanistan…"

News reports surfaced immediately after the military confirmed Stark's disappearance, causing a sensation in America, followed by an uncontrollable stock collapse for the Stark Group!

...

"It's finally happening, little fool, how's the short selling?"

"Master, multiple accounts simultaneously shorting Stark Group stock, with maximum hundredfold leverage added, at the most optimal high-point successful short sell.

We merely need to wait for subsequent collapses, then carefully time it to reap maximum benefits."

Mo Qingchen's funds weren't much, barely over one billion US Dollars.

Hundredfold leverage equates to roughly hundred billion in funds.

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