Since the appearance of the Devil Card in the morning, New York had been thrown into a frenzy. Almost everyone was discussing this topic or being pestered by the older generation to hear stories of days gone by.

  In an instant, New York seemed to have revived a gust of wind from the past, evoking memories of World War II and the legendary "Symbol of Peace."

  Kyle. A legendary Brigadier General, a god-like hero, the man who almost single-handedly ended World War II!

  Once people understood the connection between the Devil Card and the legendary Kyle, countless individuals in New York went out like mad, trying to find their idol. However, as they reached the streets, they realized that besides the Devil Card, there were no more clues to confirm Kyle's return or reveal his whereabouts.

  Nevertheless, as the only message reted to Kyle in over sixty years, countless media outlets quickly added articles in newspapers and magazines and began spreading the information across various online ptforms, both within New York and abroad.

  Most headlines in the new media read, 'Return of a Legend?'

  The accompanying images were of Kyle as a major, with his golden hair, wearing the Venom Battlesuit, and wielding a longsword. There was a rge question mark superimposed on it, indicating uncertainty about the authenticity of the message.

  In contrast to the noisy outside world, Tony's vil remained as quiet as ever, with no noticeable difference from before.

  J.A.R.V.I.S and Vis had broadcast the Devil Card video throughout the entire New York area, but they had deliberately ignored their own vil. As a result, Tony, who was busy in his basement creating the Iron Man suit, remained unaware of what was happening.

  Kyle, on the second floor, was no different from his usual self. He used the internet when he wanted and slept when he felt like it, completely rexed.

  Since he had returned, sooner or ter, people would learn of it, so dispying the Devil Card didn't seem overly ostentatious. Or rather, once his identity was exposed, he wouldn't be able to keep a low profile.

  By releasing the Devil Card and continuing to stay at Tony's home, Kyle's message was crystal clear: "I'm not interested in seeking out old acquaintances and friends one by one. If you're capable, use your own means to find me."

  In the past, Kyle had relied on a hood and sungsses for disguises, but this time he indirectly revealed his presence within the range of New York. If members of the Carl Family couldn't even locate him using these methods, it would be a complete letdown considering the resources invested in their upbringing.

  "But I can't help but feel that I've sensed the presence of the card not far from the vil… Is it an illusion or have members of the family found their way here so quickly?" Kyle muttered to himself, gazing out of the window but seeing no other figures.

  At this moment, on the rooftop of a building adjacent to Tony's vil, separated by a street.

  Red Ten, dressed in a bck suit, stood there, facing the cold wind at a high altitude, looking down at the luxury vil about five hundred meters away.

  Red Ten had known about the appearance of the Devil Card for a while. In addition to his excitement, he had chosen to follow through with the assassination mission as pnned.

  The Carl Family secretly recruited a group of children every twenty years to become new Card Bearers. Only elite Card Bearers who advanced to the "Bck Rank" could continue to stay at the main base. The rest of the Card Bearers had to venture out on their own to create attachments to other families or factions worldwide.

  Rob was a Card Bearer of the third generation, inheriting the name "Red Ten." His grandfather, as the first generation Card Bearers, had spent a considerable amount of family contribution points to send him to the Carl Family when he was a child.

  Within the Carl Family, obtaining abilities, evolving beyond the ordinary, and exploring immortality was a journey no Card Bearers was willing to give up, turning the main base into a holy nd.

  "If the head of the family has really returned, it's a perfect opportunity to complete my mission in New York and showcase my abilities!" Red Ten took a deep breath and pulled out a photograph from his pocket.

  It was a slightly blurry snapshot taken from a stealthy angle, partly obscured by Tony, showing a silver-haired youth wearing a hood and sungsses.

  Red Ten's gaze turned cold, and with a slight wave of his hand, a small bde flew out from his suit sleeve, accurately pinning the photograph to an iron railing.

  As the evening fell, the sunset, and night gradually descended. The city of New York lit up one by one.

  Tony, who had been waiting in the vil's basement, suddenly received a message. He opened it to find out that his uncle Stane had organized an evening party in his name and hadn't sent him an invitation.

  "What does this mean? Do they assume I won't go?"

  Tony furrowed his brow and called out to J.A.R.V.I.S. He intended to change into another outfit and drive straight to the party venue.

  But after taking a few steps, Tony stopped and gnced upstairs. He instructed, "J.A.R.V.I.S., go and inform Mr. Carl. Ask if he wants to join the party since it's still dinner time."

  J.A.R.V.I.S. immediately conveyed the message verbatim. When Kyle heard it, he rubbed his chin in slight surprise. "Go to the party?"

  If he attended the party now, it would probably cause quite a stir. However, what did it matter…

  Kyle was carefree and didn't think too much about it. He readily agreed.

  Ten minutes ter.

  Tony chose a silver sports car and drove it to the garage door. Kyle, dressed in a bck fitted tailcoat, opened the car door and got into the back seat.

  "Mr. Carl, do you really need to wear sungsses on a dark night?" Tony looked at Kyle through the rearview mirror, puzzled.

  "I have scars at the corners of my eyes," Kyle shrugged.

  Tony smirked, concluding that Kyle, like himself, enjoyed acting cool. He stepped on the gas, and the sports car sped out of the underground garage.

  Outside the vil.

  Red Ten, who had been waiting to take action, was stunned when he saw Tony and Kyle leaving in the car. He quickly surveyed the area, unlocked a motorcycle, and accelerated to catch up.

  Downtown New York, at an upscale evening event.

  A group of media personnel held cameras and microphones high, crowding on both sides of the entrance to the evening event. Stane, with a smug smile, warmly greeted and received every VIP who came to the event.

  At that moment, a silver sports car gleamed as it parked at the entrance of the party. Tony calmly opened the car door and stepped out.

  "My goodness, it's Tony Stark!"

  More than a dozen media reporters excimed. Ignoring Stane's slightly uncomfortable expression, they swarmed around Tony, surrounding him and moving towards the entrance.

  Kyle, sitting in the back seat of the sports car, shook his head inwardly. Tony really was a magnet for attention. Kyle effortlessly opened the rear door and stepped out. Everyone's gaze was fixed on Tony; no one noticed him.

  "Mr. Stark, I hope you can answer some questions."

  The media personnel relentlessly pursued him. Tony thought it was about the matter of shutting down the weapons manufacturing department and didn't want to pay attention. However, he didn't expect several reporters to have fanatical expressions and rapidly fire off their questions:

  "Your godfather's Devil Card appeared on various ptforms this morning. Can you tell us how you feel about your godfather?"

  "Mr. Stark, have you seen your godfather in recent years or recently?"

  "Mr. Stark, your godfather, has been retired for so long. Is he returning to the public eye?"

  "Huh???"

  Facing these questions, Tony stood still, utterly stunned. He looked at the reporters with disbelief. "My godfather— has appeared?!"

  (End of this chapter)

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