[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

It's hard to say if there is any occasion more suitable for fishing for a rich man than this night.

Freya and Oliver were sitting together in the box, which was on the top floor and could clearly see the scene below.

There are all kinds of bright skirts everywhere, and even the wind in the air has a little fragrance.The rich man off the court raised his bidding card for a certain collection time and time again, and the beating numbers on the curtain challenged her cognition every minute.But despite this, she still tried her best to take pictures of several collections, although in the later stage, she could only watch the prices get higher and higher.

"This is an occasion for gentlemen to show off their wealth, baby." Oliver himself was a member of the price-raising army, and he said a little funny at this, "Even if it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be stingy with dollars tonight. Luther's motive Not pure, but the auction is a good thing, and tonight's donations will all be pooled together to establish a global foundation to help civilians lost in combat."

Freya pursed her lips: "In the hall just now, I always felt that I had seen that young man somewhere."

"Of course you've seen him," Oliver said. "He and his dad have been regulars on the TV lately. Think of the newspaper headlines from last month's Bully."

"I see." Freya knew the answer after thinking about it for a while. It was all because the incident last month was too big, and Steve couldn't be contacted at all for more than ten days. Squeeze a little, "Wakanda, yes, they have a good reason to come to such a party."

"If it wasn't for Superman last month, the United Nations would have been bombed, although I still can't figure out how Superman would happen to be there." Oliver shrugged, "Who knows, maybe Superman is working for the United Nations in private."

Freya was amused by him.

They sat in the box for another hour, and the auction came to an end around ten o'clock.

Some celebrities left the venue, and others were invited to the theater auditorium to participate in the party. The middle of the large auditorium was cleared out as a dance floor, and a buffet banquet was set up around it.

Freya danced the first dance with Oliver, then the second dance with Stark, followed by Bruce.From being glanced at from time to time at the beginning, to the end when almost all the ladies in the audience stared at her unkindly, after the last cheerful circle dance, Freya was unwilling to leave the stage no matter what.She hid away under the pretext of being a little hungry, and took a plate of veal that she had wanted to taste from the beginning.

"They're all very happy." A voice sounded from beside her.

Freya put down the china plate and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

She turned around and met the person she had just mentioned.

When he got closer, he realized that this man was so incredibly young, but an expression mixed with emotion and melancholy made him frown again.

"I'm T'Challa," he said, with humility for a prince.

Freya shook hands with him and told her name.

"I wonder if I'll have the honor of asking you to dance," T'Challa said, bending down gentlemanly.

Freya was a little surprised, but she still put her hand on the other's fingertips.

They slide onto the dance floor.

"I take note of your generosity tonight," T'Challa said sincerely. "I thank everyone who raised money for the victims."

"Your people, I am very sorry for them." Freya nodded. "I heard that His Majesty the King of Wakanda has also settled in New York recently. Please pay my respects to him."

"My father struggled to find answers," T'Challa said, "but since the last incident, we understand that it is more complex than we originally imagined."

"The newspaper said that you are negotiating with the Avengers." Freya twirled his hand lightly.

T'Challa confirmed it. "That bomb was planted near my father's location and if it hadn't been defused in time, he could have died. Maybe there's a set of rules behind it that I don't understand, but I know hate has to be learned firsthand. So I talk to the Avengers , Today is also Iron Man who invited me to attend this party."

Freya let out an exclamation in response.

She didn't expect Stark to bring him here, but she never believed that there was no shadow of Luther behind it.

Wakanda has its own peculiarities, which no one can deny.

They circled on the dance floor, and suddenly, Freya caught a glimpse of the few reporters who had finished their meal in the back hall and were all put into the lobby.They each represent several influential newspapers and walk freely among the crowd.

There was only one figure who seemed a little cramped, and it was Clark.

Subconsciously, she wanted to go over and help, but Clark had already walked towards a corner without a teacher.There, Bruce and Stark are standing together drinking, and Luthor has just walked away from them.

"What are you looking at?" T'Challa asked.

"A friend." Freya said, her gaze came back to her eyes again, "I have heard that your country produces a strange metal that is priceless."

A trace of haze flashed across T'Challa's handsome face. "Sound-absorbing steel, called vibranium by those outside, is far more valuable than any gold gem. But rarity brings greed, ma'am, most of my people have no dealings with the outside world, they carry treasures, always get hurt."

"You will be a very good king in the future." Freya said seriously.

T'Challa smiled.

"Hopefully," he said.

The Wakanda's movements are skillful and brisk, and Freya's skirt has a golden wave.

She's well coordinated, so there's nothing shameful about losing her attention.

Clark appears to have started his own interview.

"You are tall." On the other side, only Bruce said, "You are taller than I saw outside. Has anyone ever told you that it is a pity that you are a reporter?"

He glanced at the ID on the other's chest. "Clark."

Stark raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his wine.

"Mr. Wayne," Clark cleared his throat and said seriously, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

Bruce and Stark looked at each other, his voice rising.

"Of course, boy, the Daily Planet is on the right track, isn't it? I'm always happy to answer questions from hot girls, and the same goes for pretty boys."

Stark mumbled something in Italian that sounded like "beauty".

Freya coughed heavily to hide her smile.

T'Challa showed a puzzled expression, and Freya shook her head hurriedly.

The tragedy not far away is still happening.

Clark blushed.

But the strong little reporter still kept his professionalism. He took out his notebook, adjusted his glasses, and asked: "A few years ago, the Wayne Group and Stark Industries worked together to develop a new energy source. Last month , the research department of Lex Industries announced that they had discovered a brand new substance, and the Wayne Group announced to join the research process two days later. People are paying close attention to this, Mr. Wayne, would you mind talking about what makes Wayne Does En Group favor new energy sources?"

Stark whistled.

Bruce laughed before he could finish. "Listen, boy," he began, "not that I'm being disrespectful to your question. But ask someone, ask anyone, and they'll tell you that Bruce Wayne never cared about these things. I put the company Throw it to capable people, and let them choose what to do today and what to do tomorrow. As long as they can make money, let alone new energy, even if they want to pick stars, I don’t have a word.”

Clark frowned.

"I can say a few words about this." Stark put down his glass and said slowly, "At that time we chose to cooperate because I suddenly had a genius idea. This Mr. Bruce, our Bruce , although I can't understand my design, but I always like the beauty of adults. This time, I'm afraid it's because of Lex's strong invitation. Among us, Bruce's wallet is the loosest one. It's often said that whoever sends a bill to Wayne Manor always gets an answer the next day."

"Seriously?" Bruce said incredulously, "And now it's Stark, Tony Stark blaming me?"

"I have Jarvis," Stark said sweetly. "He's not Mr. Pennyworth, and he's not going to sign off on all the bills in revenge for my disgrace."

Bruce let out a sound somewhere between a sneer and admiration through his nose.

"Then," Clark interrupted, looking back and forth between the two rich men through the glasses, "then, a huge item of the Wayne Group's expenditures over the past few years has been super-English damage recovery. As far as I know, Stark Industries also has similar funds, what do you think of this project?"

"I've heard about it," Bruce said nonchalantly. "It's a good thing. I'm going to give a bounty to whoever came up with the idea."

"Don't." Tony said from the side, "you won't understand what happened to you until you really start to bear the battle losses of a large number of people. How much trouble Batman has caused you these years, How much are those criminals in Gotham costing you. Take a step back, even if you don't do anything, disaster will happen from the sky. Didn't Superman scrap one of your satellites a few years ago when he was still a young man? Have you done too much charity recently, and you are a little out of your mind?"

Bruce made an effort to remember.

"That was a few years ago. Since you reminded me, I have to find a way to send a list to Superman."

The little reporter stepped back a little without a trace.

"Since you have this kind of awareness, wouldn't it be better to get rid of Batman who used you as a cash machine first?" Stark snorted, "I knew it, Bruce, I knew you must have slept with Batman .”

Freya stepped on T'Challa's foot.