Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Please, Mr. Slater, you should know you must wait for me."

"Lunchtime here is not safe for a celebrity like you."

It can be seen that this tall and strong black prisoner is Trevor's bodyguard arranged by the prison administrator.

"Okay, Hermann, tell me who we're having lunch with today?"

Although the bodyguard has a terrifying surname, he is just a completely ordinary person.

Taking his own plate from the hands of the black bodyguard, Trevor turned and walked into the restaurant.

"Serial killers or Nazis, oh I hear gangsters provide a lot of jokes."

"Sir, you have an appointment with Mr Norrisson at three o'clock."

The black bodyguards seem to be not only bodyguards, but also the role of assistants.

And it seems that this all-round assistant has a good work experience.

"Norrison? Well, as long as my mother can see her son in the documentary."

"Sorry sir, I still think you should be interviewed by "Six Ten Minutes."

"Damn it, I said I wouldn't work for CBS again.  …Wait?"

The two chatted and walked until Trevor noticed something very important.

"Herman, where's my chocolate milk?"

He stared at his assistant with incomparable sincerity.

It took the competent assistant a few seconds to react.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but I'll be right back."

The black bodyguard bowed slightly, and immediately ran to the window.

"Remember to help me see if they have prepared vegetable soup."

Trevor said, ready to turn around and sit down for a while.

However, when he turned around, he didn't notice the person behind him.

The dinner plate was overturned, and the salad dressing and meat sauce on the burger smeared the man's entire chest.

"Oh, damn—"

Trevor raised his hand helplessly, and took two steps back to indicate that he didn't mean it.

However, the white man on the opposite side who was smeared with food didn't seem to intend to let it go.

"You stained my clothes, you little bitch."

"Hey, calm down."

"Do you know what I want to do now?"

"My autograph?"

Up until this point, Trevor was still trying to crack a joke.

However, this white man was not so easy to dismiss.

"I'll give the world what they want - your body in the morgue."

In the restaurant, almost everyone turned their attention to the two people who had a disagreement.

Such things are not uncommon in prisons.

Usually there is always one party who is knocked down and never dares to pick things up again.

"Hey, white man, what do you want to do?!"

The considerate bodyguard assistant Herman rushed over quickly, and many people came with him.

"Oh—look, here comes the fan club."

The so-called fan clubs are mostly blacks and white gang members with prominent tattoos on their bodies.

This group of people are all fans of his Trevor Slater.

With many people supporting the scene behind him, Trevor also changed his previous attitude.

"Kneel down and kiss my ring, bitch."

Just like on TV, the aura belonging to [Mandalin] reappeared.

He lowered his voice and threatened the white man.

"You're no Mandarin at all, Slater."

"You're not even a real criminal."

The white man looked at the group of people behind him.

Although he did not continue to maintain the previous attitude, he still said reluctantly.

"It's the opposite, Dave—"

Trevor, however, disagrees with him.

"When an actor has been in the show for as long as I have, usually he becomes this character."

"And this role will eventually become his own."

He shrugged his shoulders at the white man named Dave.

In the end, Dave retreated, and he left the restaurant with his own people aggrieved.

At this time, the restaurant was surrounded by high-spirited shouts.

"Mr. Slater?"

A voice called his name from behind, and Trevor turned his head to look over.

"We lads wanted to ask if you could...uh, show that sound again?"

Seemingly thinking it was fun, the members of the "fan club" nodded their heads one after another.

"Thatcher, this can't be done casually, I'm not your puppet, I won't...forget it."

Looking at the expectant eyes of the boys, Trevor shook his head helplessly.

He turned around slowly, took out a pair of sunglasses from his prison uniform jacket, and put it on for himself.

This is allowed by the prison, and it is also a prop that he is required to carry with him.

Once the sunglasses were put on, his complexion immediately darkened.

"And you... will never notice my attack."

The voice was low and monotonous, but it gave the surrounding people a very deep and depressing feeling.

So depressed—the onlookers even thought he was the Mandarin itself, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

After the [Mandarin] performed, he immediately took off his glasses.

The oppressive feeling around him disappeared immediately, and the onlookers finally dared to catch their breath.

"...Ha, I'll just say, I'll just say..."

Everyone, members of Trevor's so-called "fan club" or not.

They all gave applause and cheers to the actors who presented wonderful performances for everyone in the center of the restaurant.

And Trevor also raised his bow lightly, very usefully.

It's like an actor who has just finished his performance on the stage.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Trevor Slater appeared in the reception room prepared by the prison.

It's not just the reception room allocated to Trevor, the big star.

There is also a dressing room, props room, and costume room for him.

This interview between the reporter and the star was officially staged.

Although the money was paid in US dollars, the prison authorities only gave me 8 minutes of interview time.

As an experienced journalist.

Mr. Norrison naturally gave priority to setting the time on the electronic watch on his wrist.

"Mr. Slater, if you're ready, let's get started."

"Ole~Ole, Ole, Ole—sorry, this is my old habit before acting."

In contrast, Trevor in front of the mirror was only there shouting loudly while soothing his muscles and bones.

The song he yells is naturally the official theme song of the World Cup in Brazil, "Weareone".

"Well, I didn't expect you to be a World Cup fan."

Norison slightly shrugged helplessly and said.

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