Chapter 1899 Late Visitor Final Communication

Stark staggered all the way, and finally arrived at Huiyao City before Smith Zhou left. And as soon as he came to this city, he rushed towards the mansion without stopping.

Of course, although rushing is rushing, it doesn't mean turning a blind eye to everything else. And based on what he has seen and heard since entering the city, he has to admit that this city has indeed become a sanctuary on earth.

The world outside is shattered and chaos is rampant. The living became like beasts, completely losing their minds. But here, as if nothing had happened, it was still the same as before. People's hearts may be shaken by seeing such a terrifying existence as Dormammu, but under the protection of the gods, and they have never faced Dormammu's demagogic evil power, they are still in peace after all. And this is already hundreds of times better than the bad world outside.

There is no harm without comparison. In comparison, the paradise on earth should probably look like this. However, the more this is the case, the more unnecessary worries Stark will have. He didn't know what Smith Zhou was doing here, but it was always a bad person. And if such a guy with ulterior motives is placed in this piece of paradise on earth, he always feels that it is no different from burying a gunpowder barrel on the crater.

The sense of responsibility made him inevitably worry about those bad situations, but after thinking about it, he smiled wryly from the bottom of his heart. It's already the time when he can't protect himself, but he is still here to care about these people who have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't know who infected this idiot idea.

Putting down these messy thoughts, Stark can only follow his plan step by step. And just as he galloped into the gate of the mansion like a lame old dog, he immediately saw Smith Zhou sitting in the middle of the hall like his master.

Smith Zhou was not surprised by his arrival, or in other words, all his actions were controlled by Smith Zhou. It might not be so appropriate to say that a surprise was delivered to the door, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with saying that he is the prey of his own trap.

Of course, even a prey is a valuable prey. There are not many people in this world worthy of Smith Zhou's concern, and Stark happens to be one of them. So facing the dusty Stark, he spoke enthusiastically to him like a hospitable host.

"You came just in time, Mr. Stark. Compared with this long journey, it must make you feel uncomfortable. In that case, sit down and catch your breath. I think we still have a little time to have a good time. Let's talk."

"Smith Zhou, where did you hide my wife and son!"

I looked around, but didn't find what I wanted to see.

Stark immediately growled and questioned Smith Zhou. Faced with such a question, Smith Zhou just shrugged his shoulders, then smiled and said to him.

"Relax, Mr. Stark. Your wife and son are not with me. After all, I don't even bother to coerce you by controlling them. To put it bluntly, you are not qualified to let me do this .So relax."

"So, it's a hoax, just to get me here?"

Stark breathed a sigh of relief, but Smith Zhou's words made him think again.

"It's a hoax if you come, and it's not a hoax if you don't. Sit down, tea or whiskey."

"Whiskey, add ice." Smith Zhou's words made Stark unhappy, but he couldn't do anything about it. This is the confidence in absolute strength. In terms of strength, he is not an opponent, so he can only be led by the nose. That being the case, he might as well just let Smith Zhou manipulate him. He wants to see what kind of evil plans this guy has in mind.

"Mrs. Hamilton, please give this gentleman a Jack Daniel's with ice. Also, tell Alan to move faster. I know women have always had problems with mobility, but that doesn't mean Time can go on being wasted like this. After all, it's getting late..."

"Waiting for a lady is a gentleman's demeanor, sir." The housekeeper Mrs. Hamilton, who still had a straight face and no expression waves, poured the wine for Stark herself. At the same time, she also served herself. The master defended himself.

Delaying time, this kind of trick can be seen at a glance. As for Mrs. Hamilton's excuse of being a gentleman, Smith Zhou just shook his head and smiled at her.

"Don't try to tie me up with such words, ma'am, do as I say. Believe me, I have behaved gentlemanly enough to you. If you complain like this again, I think Mr. Stark's men just died The souls of those elites weeping."

As soon as these words were said, Mrs. Hamilton subconsciously looked at Stark's face. And when she noticed the anger and ugly look on Stark's face, she immediately shut her mouth and walked upstairs quickly.

The look of fear was undoubtedly revealed in front of Stark, and for her performance, Stark immediately mocked Smith Zhou.

"This is what you said that you don't bother to use coercion. Ha, I really saw that someone can stand up straight after threatening a group of women and say such things. Maybe I should praise you, after all, it is so shameless There are very few people like this.”

"Quickness of tongue is not a good habit, Mr. Stark."

Knocking on the wine glass in his hand, the crisp sound reached Stark's ears, but it suddenly turned into a sound like a big bell. It was deafening, as if a sledgehammer had slammed into his head. Even if it is said that Stark's body is no longer an ordinary person, but still, blood is still uncontrollably spurting out of his mouth and nose.

This made Stark quite embarrassed for a while, but it was just embarrassing. Smith Zhou didn't act cruelly, but just taught him a little lesson, let him restrain his temperament a little bit. After all, he is not Stark's father, there is no need to get used to his bad temper and his broken mouth.

After such a beating, Stark really restrained himself. He is not stupid after all, and understands the truth that a hero does not suffer from immediate losses. So after calmly wiping off the blood stains on his nose and mouth, he straightened his face and asked Smith Zhou.

"Okay, okay. Since you don't want to hear it, then I won't say it. Tell me something else, such as why you lured me here? Don't say it's to show me your family comedy. I've never been interested in such a nuisance."

"Mr. Stark, you are just like what Steve said, you will never be able to control your broken mouth. You know, if you don't have a very meaningful value personally, I really don't mind letting you You keep your mouth shut forever."

"It's best not to. You must know that my greatest value should be in my brain and mouth. If you are really interested in my value, then it is better to let them stay."

"It depends on you, Mr. Stark, or it depends on what kind of result we can communicate in the end." Smith Zhou put down his glass and stared at Stark seriously. And it can be seen from his eyes that the result of this exchange may be two completely different directions.

To be or not to be, so obvious are the two paths before Stark. Facing this choice that determined his life, Stark drank the fine wine in the glass in one gulp, then put down the glass, and grinned at Smith Zhou.

"I'm ready and ready to listen!"

"Very good." He paused, as if thinking about where he should start. And after thinking about it for a while, Smith Zhou said to Stark. "Different from the subordinates I have come into contact with in the past, as a special example, it is probably difficult to reach a consensus with you simply by using power, ambition, or ideals. So, let's change the way, From a ruler's point of view."

"Ruler?" Stark raised his brows, showing obvious surprise. As the leader of a terrorist organization, he dared to talk to the head of the country's government about the way of being a ruler. This really made him feel that the other party was humiliating himself.

However, the topic was provoked by the other party, and Stark didn't mind seeing the other party deflate on this topic. So he very bluntly made a gesture of invitation.

"Please, I am ready to hear your opinion."

"I can't talk about high opinions, just some personal insights. First of all, it is about my identity. Under the reasoning of the so-called outstanding creation, some of my identity has been known to you. But that is not all, since you have already I know, then I don’t have to hide anything anymore. Let me introduce myself, I, Smith Zhou, was born in the Eastern Middle Earth 10,000 years ago. People call me Chisongzi. The oldest ruler of mankind - the teacher and minister of the Yellow Emperor."

"Please forgive me, the Yellow Emperor you are talking about should be the tribal leader who unified the Yellow River Basin in 2700 BC. Before him, in 3100 BC, Menes in Egypt had already established The first dynasty. Is he hundreds of years earlier than the Yellow Emperor you mentioned?"

Smith Zhou wanted to scare Stark with his long life, but Stark would not accept this. Although his history is not very good, but as a top rich man, he knows the origin of the oldest dynasty in mankind. As an old neighbor of Greece, the birthplace of Western civilization, Egypt is notoriously ancient. Thanks to the blessings of the Westerners who even tore down their ancestral graves, they can be regarded as very familiar with the history of several major dynasties in Egypt.

Although it's not his own stuff, Stark is happy to be able to use Egyptian history to mock the Chinese history that Smith and Zhou talked about.

"Menis? I've seen it before. I've even seen the Scorpion King's splendor earlier."

One sentence interrupted Stark's complacency, and Smith Zhou actually taught him a lesson with his long experience.

"I know what you're trying to say, Mister Stark. It's like a pompous fool in class going to argue with his teacher, knowing a little bit of what's out of class and thinking he has the truth. You want to know me Why do you say that, then I will give you my reason."

"When the former dynasty of Egypt was established, I have been immortal for nearly a thousand years. I know exactly what kind of pharaoh is in Egypt. It is said that he is the king of the world, the ruler of mankind. It is better to say that he is a puppet of the gods, a fake It's just a trick. Deceive yourself and tell others that you are a descendant of a god, steal a high position with the so-called blood of a god, and rule a bunch of foolish people who only know how to worship idols. Such a person can also be called a ruler. If you answer yes, Then I can only say that your so-called rule is nothing more than that, it’s just a gutless domestic dog guarding power. It’s even worse than wild dogs, destined to be annihilated in the torrent of history driven by human beings.”

Smith Zhou's sharp words made Stark speechless, and he obviously had no way to argue with Smith Zhou who had seen it with his own eyes. But he was unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat like this, so he just said stubbornly.

"Okay, okay. Just pretend that what you said makes sense, but I don't understand, what is the difference between the Yellow Emperor in your mouth and the pharaohs in Egypt. In such a prehistoric era, all human beings are almost the same. Stupid , Superstition, and even the basic wisdom of the people, to rule such a human being, is there any other way to say it?"

"Ignorance is the most self-righteous source, Mr. Stark. Do you really think that the ancient age of mythology will be what you think it is, just a group of primitive people getting together to do nothing? No, you don't I don’t know what kind of relationship was between humans and gods in that era. Do you know about slavery? Who do you think humans learned from? Let me tell you, it’s all learned from so-called gods. And In the eyes of the gods, human beings are his slaves."

"And now, let me tell you what is the difference between the two rulers in our mouth. Your ruler is a slave chief, all he thinks about is how to please his gods, and then make this slave chief forever. And my mouth That ruler, what he wants is to overthrow the rule of the gods, make us no longer slaves, let us be masters of our own destiny. That's the difference, Mr. Stark. So I call him the oldest true ruler, you Any comments?"

When Smith Zhou said this, his eyes were very fierce, so fierce that Stark suspected that he would be torn to pieces by him as soon as he raised a little opinion. Obviously, it would never be a wise choice to play tricks at this time, so he immediately raised his hands high.

"No, of course not. I mean if that's the truth, then I agree with you."

"However, I still have a question... Did your so-called ruler do what he wanted?"