After eating and drinking their fill, everyone lay in the yard, enjoying the breeze and chatting, savoring a long-lost moment of leisure.
With the gentle wind, the warm sunlight, and Tony's favorite companion—himself surrounded by luxury—he felt truly alive.
During the conversation, Tony suddenly asked curiously, "Leo, have the Mutants been making a comeback recently?"
"They've been quiet for a long time. Barely any sightings. Occasionally, I hear about some out-of-control Mutants," Leo replied.
Wait.
Leo froze for a moment. Tony's question carried a strange implication—the Mutants in this world weren't active.
Could the timeline have shifted again?
Both the Avengers and the X-Men exist in the Marvel Universe. In the movies, copyright kept them apart, with the exception of Wanda and Quicksilver.
But this was the real universe. No artificial restrictions here.
Leo thought for a moment. "I'm not too sure. I don't really count as a Mutant… or maybe I do. Who knows what the future holds?"
Tony looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "What? You don't know either?"
If even Leo didn't know, then the Mutants must be really well-hidden.
Leo raised an eyebrow. "I don't. So, tell me, what big Mutant events have happened recently?"
Tony was speechless. "You're the Mutant, boss! Why are you asking me?"
He shrugged helplessly. "The last big thing was after the Cuban Missile Crisis. Since then, nothing major. Just the occasional out-of-control Mutant—handled fast and disappeared."
Leo's expression darkened slightly. So, the timeline really is off. Did things shift toward the "Days of Future Past" branch? Or something else… because of me?
He knew those out-of-control Mutants were all being taken back by Professor X.
"Well, whatever," Leo muttered, looking up at the clouds. "Now that I'm here… they'll have to come out sooner or later."
His low murmur left the others completely confused.
Time passed quickly, and soon evening fell.
Tony threw another party at his place—music, lights, old friends, and of course… plenty of blonde, busty beauties.
Leo, however, wasn't interested in the party. As someone still new to this country, curiosity about New York itself pulled him in more than flirting in Tony Stark's living room.
He grabbed Tony's Lamborghini, slammed the accelerator, and roared off toward the city center.
Fifth Avenue, the heart of New York, glowed even brighter at night. The city was a paradise for the rich—and a hell for the poor.
The hidden darkness of the night came alive in every corner.
Leo didn't care. If anything, the chaos was perfect for him. More people meant more energy to harvest if needed.
A Lamborghini wasn't exactly subtle, and the engine's roar turned plenty of heads. People pointed, whispered, and girls' eyes lit up.
Damn, so sports cars really are vanity boosters, Leo thought with a grin.
He used to think guys like this were just show-offs. But now that the wheel was in his hands—
It smells so good!
If you drive a supercar and keep the windows up, who the hell are you showing it to?
"Wow, so handsome! The car is hot—but the guy's hotter!"
"Hey, look at us! Don't be so cold!"
"Rich and handsome… perfect combo."
"Handsome, wanna be my one-night stand?"
Leo chuckled to himself. Materialism really is universal. Some things don't change anywhere.
He soon pulled up to a high-end bar.
Maybe I'll explore a bit tonight.
The security guard greeted him respectfully as he parked. Leo adjusted his jacket and strolled inside.
The inside was a wild scene. Dim lighting. People grinding against each other on the dance floor. Heavy metal pounding through the speakers.
Leo winced. God, can't they play something quieter?
"Sir, would you like a booth?"
A blonde hostess with generous curves appeared out of nowhere, pressing her chest against his arm.
Leo raised a brow. Beautiful woman… nice pressure. Yeah, she's doing this on purpose.
She'd already heard from the security guard that this handsome guy had stepped out of a Lamborghini. A guaranteed high spender.
She leaned closer, voice sweet as honey. "We have Louis XIII, Rémy Martin, and the top Lafite series of red wines. And our signature cocktail—'Blazing God of War.'"
Leo smirked. "Then bring me Louis XIII, Rémy Martin, and that cocktail."
The woman's eyes lit up like she'd hit the jackpot. "Right away, sir!"
She swayed her hips as she walked away, clearly adding a little extra performance on top.
Before his drinks even arrived, another woman stumbled toward him.
"Hehe… quite handsome," she slurred.
Her cheeks were flushed from alcohol, her steps unsteady, but her eyes—those seductive, ocean-blue eyes—were fixed on him.
Leo stared. Did I just walk into a honey trap?
She was stunning. Blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless skin. Curves in all the right places. At least a 34D, a wasp waist, and long, snow-white legs that looked straight out of a fantasy.
A born enchantress.
She smirked. "What's wrong? Never seen a woman this pretty before?"
Leo didn't hesitate. He wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as she swayed against him.
She giggled, looking up at him. "Haha, you're not a good guy. I thought Asians were more… reserved."
Her gaze was dangerous—soft, seductive, and packed with heat.
Leo felt a pulse in his chest. Damn… looks like I won't even need a drink tonight.