is called Walter.

Just when he thought he was going to die and was about to be smashed into a pile of minced meat.

call!

A blue afterimage.

Wu Yanzu swooped down at an even faster speed, and less than a hundred meters from the ground, he casually... grabbed him, and then slowed down and descended slowly.

"Oh, we caught him."

"..." Jameson had stopped thinking.

A few seconds later.

Wu Yanzu flew back to the office with its glass walls and casually tossed Jameson onto the carpet.

"Bang."

Jameson lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, coughing violently and greedily inhaling the air.

A pungent, foul odor permeated the ground.

...He was so scared he peed his pants.

"vomit……"

Wu Yanzu took two steps back in disgust and glanced at him with his X-ray vision.

"Tsk tsk... Jonah, your bladder isn't very good."

The prostate is also a bit enlarged.

Jameson trembled all over as he looked up at the "demon," his teeth chattering.

Wu Yanzu slowly squatted down, his "perfect" smile returning to his face.

He patted Jameson's wet cheeks.

"Listen, Jonah. I'm a hero in New York. People...love me."

"And you," he said, pointing to the puddle on the ground, "are a smart man."

"So, I hope to see something positive on tomorrow's front page."

"For example, Homelander: The Guardian Angel of New York? Or... Jonah Jameson: I owe Homelander an apology?"

He tilted his head: "Which title do you think is better?"

"...Guardian...Guardian Angel..." Jameson managed to squeeze out these words with all his might.

"Good boy."

Wu Yanzu stood up and straightened his uniform.

whoosh-

He disappeared into the night.

Inside the office, only Jonah Jameson and the warm patch in his trousers remained...

Wu Yanzu returned to his penthouse apartment.

"Ha." Wu Yanzu took a sip of "Anthony's" treasured 82 Happy Water, feeling cheerful, and casually turned on the TV.

"...Affected by the Battle of New York, Stark Industries' stock price fluctuated wildly...But today, the late Mr. Antony Starr, the sole heir to the Starr Corporation, has confirmed his return, and Starr Corporation's stock price has surged by 300%..."

His phone rang at that very moment.

"Mr. Starr," came the voice on the other end of the phone, his personal lawyer and assistant at the Starr Group, "the board is ready, and all your assets have been unfrozen. The Group... is at your beck and call."

"Very good." Wu Yanzu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the city that belonged to him.

"Everything at the group will remain the same. Help me register a new company. A media and public relations company."

"Okay, sir. What's the company's name?"

"...Let's call him Walter."

……

With the strong capital backing of the Starr Group, "Walter" International Media Company completed its establishment, registration, and initial operation in just three weeks.

As the boss and only contracted "artist" of Water Media, Wu Yanzu naturally had no choice but to cooperate with all of the company's promotions.

"Mr. Starr, Waters' brand value increased by 12 percentage points following your act of kindness yesterday."

"Our public relations strategy was very successful. Homelander is now the most sought-after brand in the world..."

"It's not an IP address, darling," Wu Yanzu interrupted her.

He was wearing a uniform, and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at New York.

"It's faith."

"...Yes, sir." The female assistant's breathing quickened slightly.

"What's the schedule for tonight?"

"The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Kimmel Live!, Mr. Live."

"Very good." Wu Yanzu turned around, revealing a perfect smile. "It's time to let the American people see how approachable their heroes are."

That evening, before participating in the talk show, Wu Yan's ancestor was invited to a charity gala for the "Battle of New York Victims Fund," held at Stark Tower—no, it should now be called Avengers Tower.

And there, unsurprisingly, he ran into Tony Stark.

"Hey, Pepper Potts, look. 'Blonde Sweetheart' is here." Tony Stark, holding a martini, leaned lazily against the bar and whispered to Pepper Potts beside him.

The alien pressure from the Battle of New York still lingers, but because Wu Yanzu stole the spotlight, Tony Stark didn't experience that near-death space journey.

Since there was no near-death experience, there was no so-called post-traumatic stress disorder, so unlike in the original storyline, there were no nightmares every day, and the only way to find a sense of security was to be wrapped in the armor.

He is still... the king of parties, the billionaire, the playboy.

"Your outfit..." Tony said, holding a glass of champagne, as he walked around Wu Yanzu.

"Seriously? You're wearing this to a banquet? Are you... wearing nothing under your uniform?"

Tony Stark's mouth is as scathing as ever.

"People need a hero who's on call 24/7, Tony," Wu Yanzu said, deliberately raising his voice, drawing the attention of the surrounding banquet guests. "Not an Avenger who waits until they're dead before seeking justice for them."

A round of applause broke out, and Azu nodded and smiled in response.

"Ha!" Tony sneered. "Did Vought them for this PR pitch? I heard you started a company? So, what's your new 'Vought' company all about? Printing your posters?"

"Just public relations." Wu Yanzu's smile was impeccable. "You know, someone always has to clean up the mess! Make sure the hero... looks like a hero. And not... a megalomaniac who always builds weapons of mass destruction?"

Tony Stark's smile froze.

"A killing machine? Are you talking about me?"

"An analogy, Tony, relax." Wu Yanzu gently patted his shoulder. "This place is great, everyone's grateful to you. After all, if it weren't for your building... those aliens wouldn't have anywhere to land, right?"

"..."

Tony Stark found himself speechless.

This Anthony Starr has a mouth that's even more venomous than his pulse cannon!

"Fuck..." Tony took a sip of his drink. "You're such a... boring bastard."

"Tony!" Captain America Steve Rogers walked over, dressed in a well-tailored suit, though the style was slightly outdated.

"Homelander," Steve extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again. What you've been doing lately... is remarkable."

"I'm just learning from you, Captain." Wu Yanzu grasped his hand, his expression humble. "You are the true hero."

Steve Rogers is very receptive to this approach.

"You're too modest. You...you're adapting very well."

"Alright, alright, American Idol duo." Tony couldn't stand this damn positive energy anymore. "You guys keep chatting, I'm going to find some people who can drink."