In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

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Since he had already devoured his personal stash earlier that day, he had swiped these from Stark's private collection before heading out.

Finding a chair in a quiet corner, Lemu settled at the edge of the bar, casually opening his bag of snacks. 

The luxurious packaging of the high-end treats gleamed under the soft lighting, drawing more than a few curious glances.

At the bar, a handful of bartenders were tending to drinks. One of them—a large man in a white shirt—spotted Lemu's snacks, glanced again, and then frowned as he walked over, his expression stern.

"Sorry, sir, but we don't allow improperly dressed guests or outside food in here. I'll have to confiscate those snacks, and I must ask you to leave. Otherwise, I'll have to call security."

While the gala had certain rules, confiscating personal property wasn't one of them. The bartender was clearly trying to take advantage of the situation, likely hoping to pocket some of the premium treats under the guise of enforcing rules.

The world had all kinds of people, with tastes and morals varying widely. Lemu wasn't particularly surprised by someone trying to take advantage of him—it was just human nature.

With a sigh, he shook his head and replied calmly, "Confiscating someone's personal property? That doesn't seem right. These snacks are mine, and, as far as I'm aware, there's no rule against bringing food here."

With his Great Sage skill, Lemu had already cross-checked the Disney Concert Hall's regulations in a split second.

"There is such a rule if I say so!" the bartender barked, his tone gruff and his large eyes glaring. "I'm just following the rules, you understand."

Lemu smiled faintly and gently pushed the bag of snacks forward.

"Well, since you insist… take them."

Let's see how you beg me to take these back later.

It was bold of the bartender to pull this kind of stunt in such a high-profile event, risking his job for a few snacks. Did he think Lemu looked like the kind of person who would quietly accept being taken advantage of?

To some extent, he wasn't wrong.

Lemu's appearance could be incredibly deceptive. Those who liked him would find him charming and adorable, while those with malice would see him as fragile and easy to bully.

But in truth, Lemu was neither cute nor weak. His true nature was far more unyielding.

At that moment, Obadiah Stane happened to pass by. Noticing the commotion, he walked over with his trademark warm smile, signaling the bartender to back off and end the argument.

"Well, well. If I'd known you were coming, I would've prepared some cake and milk for you in advance. I know you have a sweet tooth," Obadiah said in his usual affable tone, his suit impeccably tailored and his demeanor that of a kind and benevolent elder.

He pulled a receipt stub from his pocket and handed it to the bartender, ordering a Manhattan whiskey cocktail for himself.

Then, turning his attention back to Lemu, he gave him an approving nod after glancing over his casual attire and the snack bag on the table.

"This is our event after all. It's meant to be relaxed. Everyone should do as they please and enjoy themselves."

Obadiah leaned in slightly, adding with a conspiratorial wink, "If you need anything, just find the manager and use my name. We've invested a lot in this event—so we make the rules here. And don't let anyone bully you, got it?"

Lemu smiled politely, replying, "Thanks, Obie. I appreciate it."

Obadiah chuckled but didn't linger. He gestured toward the crowd with a weary sigh.

"Well, I have plenty of troublesome business to handle—grown-up things, you know. Networking here, networking there, no time to relax for even a moment."

Before leaving, he beckoned the bartender—the man in the white shirt—and pulled him aside, slipping him a handful of large bills.

With a pat on the shoulder, he said, "Go grab some milk or something similar for this adorable little guy. And listen carefully—don't, under any circumstances, upset him again. Got it?"

Though Obadiah's smile never wavered, the deliberate weight of his words made the bartender visibly uneasy. He nodded quickly, murmuring, "Understood, sir," before scurrying off.

As Obadiah walked away, he cast a glance back toward the bar, where Lemu was still sitting.

He frowned slightly, shaking his head as if confirming a thought.

Soft-hearted, easy to bully, no real threat.

That was the label Obadiah silently assigned to Lemu before moving on.

The bartender clutched the wad of cash in his hand, ready to carry out Obadiah's orders.

But before he could take a step, Lemu waved him over.

"That won't be necessary," Lemu said flatly. "I don't feel like drinking anything right now."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the bills from the bartender's hand, one by one, tucking the crisp green notes into his own pocket.

The bartender froze, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. His lips moved, as if trying to form a protest, but no words came out.

Lemu, now visibly irritated, waved him off.

"What are you standing around for? Go mind your own business."

The bartender hesitated for another second before hurriedly retreating, his confidence thoroughly shaken.

Lemu lost all interest within minutes of sitting down.

Sure, the music was decent, but the whispered conversations around the room weren't nearly as refined as the setting suggested.

The ladies talked about makeup, fashion, and skincare. The gentlemen discussed women, watches, stocks, and funding rounds. As for the mixed groups, most were engaged in shameless flirting.

Thanks to his exceptional hearing and the processing power of the Great Sage, there was no such thing as privacy in the room if Lemu chose to listen.

Pepper had been completely right—this kind of gala was mind-numbingly dull.

Barely ten minutes later, Lemu found himself slumped over the table, half-asleep.

"Should I just go home? Or maybe step outside for a walk…"

He yawned and stood up, casually slipping along the wall as he headed toward the exit.

He wasn't worried about security—he could wander as he pleased and sneak back in later when it mattered.

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