Tony's eyes lit up. "Really? Tell me about it, I could use a laugh."
Aren't you worried about your new combat trainer beating you senseless? Sneering inwardly, Luke didn't mince his words. "Your little secretary can deal with you as easily as Bastet dealt with her. Are you sure you want to piss off Bastet?"
From the tycoon's expression, it was clear what he was thinking.
It was probably along the lines of, "I can't beat Batman, but I should be able to handle Black Cat, right?"
But if this guy really pissed off Selina, she might use her complete form and pummel the tycoon into the ground. She might even feed him fart medicine or something to clear his bowels.
Huh? No! Luke's heart trembled. He made a note to tell Selina that she absolutely couldn't use those "special weapons" on the tycoon.
