Outside the main office building of Stark Industries...
Seeing Anne affectionately embrace Caesar, Eddie and the several guards were momentarily stunned, casting envious glances at Caesar, especially at his towering chest, which had been deformed by Anne's affectionate rubbing. They couldn't help but wish they could switch places with him for a moment.
Meanwhile, Caesar felt himself enveloped in the soft embrace of the young girl, his mouth and nose covered by two warm and fragrant cotton balls. Recognizing Anne and sensing no hostility from her, he refrained from resisting or struggling, fearing he might accidentally harm her if he exerted too much force.
Maintaining a calm and aloof expression that belied his young age, he allowed her to take advantage of him.
After a while, Anne reluctantly released Caesar and placed him back on Eddie's shoulder. Her bright blue eyes remained fixed on him, filled with excitement at encountering her lifesaver from last night.
Yesterday, after going through police records and media interviews, Anne had vividly recounted the events she had experienced. However, both the police and the media remained skeptical about the appearance of a one-year-old child during the incident.
They repeatedly questioned whether Anne had misperceived the situation or suffered from some sort of trauma-induced hallucination.
After all, while heroes came in various forms— sword-wielding, super-strong, or even wall-crawling— heroes appearing as one-year-old infants were unheard of, even in the cutting-edge city of New York.
Faced with skepticism, Anne couldn't help but become angry. She vehemently vouched for the truthfulness of her account, citing her reputation and integrity. With only minor superficial injuries and some shock, she had spent the night in the hospital receiving treatment and had rushed back to work today, hoping to continue her duties.
Unexpectedly, she had coincidentally encountered Eddie and Caesar, who were trying to enter Stark Industries.
Anne immediately recognized Caesar from afar. Despite his small size and stature, his expression was cold and aloof, with a hint of innate power and nobility that was unmistakable. She doubted whether there was another like him on Earth.
"Miss Anne, do you know this gentleman?" The head security guard asked, pointing at Eddie, with a look of surprise.
"This gentleman..." Anne's gaze shifted to Eddie, hesitated for a moment, and then, under Eddie's subtle hint, she shook her head indifferently and said, "I don't know him."
Then, Anne's gaze fell on Caesar, and she smiled warmly, "But I do know this little guy. Would you like big sister to take you inside Stark Industries for a tour?"
"Hmph, women," Caesar muttered, turning his face away calmly.
Anne's contrasting attitudes toward the two of them created a stark and somewhat comical contrast.
With Venom's mocking laughter echoing in his mind, Eddie drooped his ears in frustration. Last night, he should have been the one to save the damsel in distress, but after he had dealt with one of the criminals in the restaurant, Caesar had swooped in and taken care of the remaining two...
Eddie glanced at Caesar somewhat resentfully.
"Enough."
Unexpectedly, Eddie was unable to rely on him even to enter the doors of Stark Industries. Caesar shrugged and leaped down from Eddie's shoulder, landing gracefully on the smooth metal floor, and proceeded confidently towards the detection area of the glass front door.
Eddie made no attempt to stop him, watching Caesar's retreating figure with a mixture of realization and resignation.
Under the watchful and suspicious gaze of Anne and the guards, Caesar, with his small body, reached the glass front door without hesitation, and calmly stepped into the detection area of the high-tech intelligent devices.
*BEEP BEEP*
In Caesar's vision, a green light scanned his body from above. The speaker, which seemed to have just sounded an alarm, immediately switched to a respectful welcome message: "Identity verification successful— Carl Caesar, you have the highest authorization at Stark Industries. All Stark Industries personnel are at your service!"
At the same time, throughout Stark Industries, in different office areas with different staff members, everyone received paging and message prompts.
The head security guard heard the beeping of the communicator and blankly took it out of his pocket. Reading the text message displayed on the screen, he began to speak aloud: "All security personnel, please proceed to the main entrance of the main office building, ensure the personal safety of Carl Caesar, and maintain security order at the scene..."
Anne took out her device and murmured softly, "What I received is: Ordinary employees, please stay at your workstations and do not leave without authorization; personnel above management level, please wait in your offices for random checks or assignments involving Carl Caesar."
"Is the boss back? Wait, 'Carl Caesar,' this name... why does it feel so familiar?"
The people outside the door looked at each other, then glanced at Caesar standing at the door, and soon showed expressions of shock as they realized the truth.
Carl for the surname, Caesar for the name...
Wasn't this the Symbol of Peace's son who caused a social sensation six months ago when Kyle and Tony left!?
"That Tony guy, even before he left, he set up such permissions and a welcoming message for me. I guess he even considered the possibility of not returning himself."
Caesar sighed softly. He had long since stopped hiding his identity. Having a certain level of status made it much easier to deal with things.
Moreover, he had wanted to reveal his existence to the public ever since he left the Empire State Building, preparing himself to be exposed for the long term. It just happened to be the opposite of what Eddie had in mind.
Seeing things come to this point, Eddie couldn't help but look at the dumbfounded head security guard and snort coldly, "I'm his bodyguard. Can I go in now?"
"Of course, of course!" The head security guard swallowed hard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and flattered Eddie, inviting him to enter the door.
Eddie couldn't be bothered to respond. He walked coldly behind Caesar and stooped slightly.
Caesar leaned sideways, stepped on Eddie's thigh, and with a light leap, sat back on his shoulder. He waved to Anne, who still seemed a bit dazed, and spoke in a childish tone, "Are you also an employee of Stark Industries? Since you said you would take me in for a visit, why don't you be the guide, I want to learn more about the current situation at Stark Industries from you."
Anne paused for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile. "Alright... Master Caesar."
Thus, Caesar, with his self-destruct identity, sat on Eddie's shoulder, led by Anne, and entered the main office building. Along the way, they passed unimpeded, with internal staff respectfully making way for them. The title of "young master" remained uninterrupted from the main entrance.
Caesar acted naturally amidst the adoration of the employees, lazily looking around with his big eyes as if he were about to fall asleep.
Until they reached the third floor, Caesar's eyes lit up slightly as he spotted a slender and alluring figure mingling among the office workers.
Black Widow, Natasha.
(End of chapter)
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