Revealing His Identity!

"You all…"

Kyle had been about to say something to the Karr disciples when hurried footsteps approached from outside the ballroom, followed by an anxious shout. "Mr. Karr, are you in there?"

Before Kyle could answer, Tony, dressed in a suit and drenched in sweat, recklessly rushed in. The Karr disciples in the hall rose alertly, each reacting swiftly as they fixed icy gazes on him like a pack of old wolves watching prey.

Sensing the dangerous aura of death, Tony quickly stopped at the ballroom entrance, panting as he braced a hand against the doorframe. He stared in horror at the roomful of men in black and Kyle, who was surrounded by them, his clever mind rapidly analyzing how to rescue him.

As it turned out, there was no need for him to do anything.

"Stand down. He’s one of us." Kyle spoke in time, his voice carrying unquestionable authority. The Karr disciples immediately withdrew in unison and stepped back, opening up ample space and a clear path.

Kyle’s handsome face was unusually gentle as his shining eyes met Tony’s.

"You… you’re…" Tony’s body and mind trembled violently. He had already harbored suspicions, and now, seeing Kyle without any disguise, the man before him gradually overlapped completely with the figure in a photograph he had seen as a child.

"Tony. I’m sorry about your father." Kyle spoke softly, no longer concealing himself and instead laying bare his true feelings.

Tony clenched his fists as mist filled his eyes. The emotions in his heart and countless words caught in his throat, until he finally used all his strength to say one sentence:

"Godfather, you’re finally back."

How many people knew that such a simple sentence had waited through two generations and more than sixty years?

"Yes, I’m back." Kyle sighed emotionally, stepping forward and gently patting Tony’s shoulders with both hands.

Tony was an engineering student, just like Howard. Though he appeared womanizing and frivolous, he was likewise not very skilled at expressing the burning emotions in his heart.

But as he gazed at the overly youthful yet familiar face before him from up close, Tony seemed unable to hold back any longer. He gripped Kyle’s arms tightly with both hands, lowered his head, and sobbed as tears fell.

The Stark family had always held one long-cherished wish.

For it, Howard had risked venturing into outer space, and his fate remained unknown. Tony had lost his father at fifteen and taken on the burden of Stark Industries, gritting his teeth and desperately enduring all the way to this day.

Now that wish had finally been fulfilled. How could Tony possibly hold himself back?

"You’ve worked hard, Tony. Now that I’m back, from this day forward, I’ll be your unshakable support." Kyle looked at Tony and spoke calmly, with immense conviction.

To outsiders, the scene and conversation looked extremely strange.

After all, Kyle appeared youthful, like a young man fresh out of college, while Tony had one foot in middle age and had already grown a mature little mustache. Despite their apparent age difference of more than ten years, they spoke as though their generations had been reversed.

But to the Karr disciples around them, this was perfectly normal. Kyle was Tony’s godfather, something Howard had publicly acknowledged more than thirty years ago.

"I don’t need your protection. I have more than enough power to protect myself." Tony snorted, turning his face away and silently wiping the tears from it.

Being so prideful, he felt incredibly awkward after realizing he had cried in front of so many people.

"Tony Stark’s godfather? No way…"

Behind a table in the corner of the ballroom, Ellie covered her mouth with both hands to keep herself from crying out. Turbulent waves surged through her heart, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

As a member of the Carter family and a reporter for the New York Times, how could she not know who Tony Stark’s godfather was?

Retired Major General Kyle—the greatest legendary hero of the twentieth century, still ranked first as the Strongest Man on Earth, America’s former Symbol of Power and Conquest, now hailed as the world’s Symbol of Peace!

"Come to think of it, only his hair color has changed. He hasn’t aged at all. He actually looks younger than he did in those old black-and-white photographs."

Ellie was secretly stunned. Still crouching, her round backside accidentally bumped into a wine bottle behind her, immediately producing a crisp sound.

The next instant, the table and chairs were flung aside. Natasha grabbed Ellie’s arm, lifted her up like a chick with both hands, and was about to slam her onto the floor behind her.

"Don’t hurt me! I know that old grandpa!" Ellie cried out. Suspended in midair, she frantically kept pointing toward Kyle.

Old grandpa?

Hearing that, Kyle’s mouth twitched slightly. Yet, considering she was the younger generation of an old friend, he said, "Natasha, let her go."

Natasha released her, and Ellie fell from half a meter up, landing hard on her backside on the polished floor. Wincing in pain, she covered her rear.

"It’s so quiet outside. Familiar faces should be arriving soon."

Kyle pondered for a moment, swept his gaze across the dozen or so Karr disciples in black, and gave the order. "It wouldn’t be good for you to remain exposed like this. Leave first and return to the family base."

The Karr disciples nodded together. Without further hesitation, they obeyed and swiftly withdrew through the emergency passage. With their skills, the special forces soldiers and agents outside were no match for them. They could come and go freely through the armed blockade.

Very soon, only Kyle, Yutong, Tony, Ellie, and the terrorist leader unconscious on the floor remained.

Kyle instinctively looked toward Ellie. In response, Ellie pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture, making it clear that she did not want to leave.

The news gathered tonight was already more than enough for an entire year, and the return of the Symbol of Peace would absolutely sell out the Times!

A headline that could shock the world! How could she possibly miss it?

"Tony, I’ll borrow your venue for a while," Kyle said, turning back.

"Use it however you like, Godfather. What’s mine is yours." Tony spread his hands helplessly. Before Howard had left more than twenty years ago, he had told Tony that the Stark family’s assets all rested beneath one person.

Now he understood. That person was his godfather, Kyle, and behind his godfather stood an even larger, more mysterious force.

Thinking back to that one-hundred-billion-dollar debt, Tony could not help but smile bitterly, knowing he had been trapped all along.

"Yutong, tidy things up a little." Kyle looked around.

The luxurious ballroom was currently a complete mess. Tables and chairs had been overturned and scattered during the earlier panic, wine bottles, glasses, and bullets littered the floor, and lifeless corpses lay sprawled everywhere.

"Okay, Boss." Yutong smiled faintly, her voice sweet and pleasant. Silver light gathered in her beautiful eyes as she spread her fair, delicate hands outward. An invisible force of thought burst forth from her and swept across the room.

Aside from the five people in the ballroom, every other object rose weightlessly into the air. Under Tony and Ellie’s stunned gazes, the tables and chairs began restoring themselves row by row, bullets and other trash flew into the garbage bins, corpses were neatly piled in a corner, and the unconscious leader was automatically bound to a chair with belts…

Finally, several bottles of precious red wine and Lafite, along with clean glasses, flew out from the wine cabinet. The bottles opened by themselves, and the glasses filled with more than half a cup of wine.

This supernatural phenomenon was completed within three seconds.

Even Kyle was slightly surprised. Simultaneously controlling more than a hundred objects with divided mental force, sorting them with such precision—her control was flawless.

Yutong’s mastery over mental force had truly improved enormously over the past sixty years. From certain perspectives, her ability was absolutely no less impressive than that of a god!