allendalepharm Chapter 69 Old Deng, you've escaped with your life!
Chapter 69 Old Deng, you've escaped with your life!
three days later.
A luxury villa situated on a coastal reef.
In the wine cellar, Tony placed a glass of whiskey on the table.
The gray-haired man picked up his wine glass, sniffed it slightly, and looked thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Tony, your collection is as good as ever."
Obadiah Stanislav took a sip and smiled at Tony.
"Speak, what do you want with me?"
Tony didn't speak directly, but instead played the emotional card.
"You are an elder, and also a good friend of my father Howard. Stark Industries' success as an industry leader is all thanks to you."
Stanislav said modestly, "It was all I was supposed to do. You were young back then, so I had to grit my teeth and bear it."
Fortunately, we were very lucky. Norman Osborn's family's hereditary disease limited their family's growth, which allowed us to gradually replace them.
Tony nodded. "That's right, we were very lucky, but Stanislav, your ability is the most important factor in winning."
Stanislav remained smiling. "You've grown up, so Stark Industries is counting on you from now on."
"I?"
Tony sat across from Stanislavski, casually swirling his wine glass.
"Actually, I'm not interested in any of this. We have enough money already, don't we?" He began to look the other person directly in the eye.
Stanislav said frankly, "It is a lot, but no one would complain about having too much money."
"Power is the same, Tony. We need to speed things up," he said earnestly.
Tony shook his head. "No, we have to stop. We can't continue selling weapons to other countries."
Upon hearing this, Stanislavski's smile froze slightly.
"You still made this decision, and there's no room for discussion?"
"Yes, there's no room for negotiation. Those things have already harmed many people."
"You're only now thinking about being a savior? Don't you think it's too late?" Stanislav said sarcastically.
Tony downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp and let out a long sigh.
"It's a bit late, but as long as we don't continue, that's the best outcome."
If there is any retribution, I will bear it alone. Death is terrifying; I realized that a long time ago.
Stanislav's face darkened. "You want to be a hero, no one's stopping you, but you have to think about your employees. They have loans, children to raise, and their lives are difficult too..."
"Don't you think that's hypocritical?"
Tony interrupted him, "Firing you will allow me to employ more people."
"Fire me?"
Stanislav laughed.
He laughed louder and louder.
"Hahaha, Tony, you've really grown up! You dare talk to me like that? Even Howard wouldn't have dared to treat me like that when he was alive!"
He slammed his fist on the table in anger.
Tony showed no fear, his eyes fixed intently on the other man.
"Don't mention my father, you're not worthy. If he knew you were the one plotting to kill me, do you think your only fate would be being fired?"
Upon hearing this, Stanislav clenched his fists tightly.
He simply stopped trying to hide it.
He believed that Tony posed no threat to him anymore.
He had completely taken control of Tony, eliminating any possibility of a counterattack.
"That's right, I did it. Your steel toy doesn't seem to be finished yet, does it?"
He sat back down on the sofa, looking completely unrestrained.
"The stuff on your computer is interesting, but my toys aren't bad either."
He pulled out a device that looked like a remote control from his pocket, and the next second Tony threw a wine glass, knocking the device to the ground.
"Someone warned me that this toy might be dangerous for me."
Tony stood up with a cold face, and under Stanislav's angry gaze, he slowly picked up the device that had fallen to the ground.
"I'm not taking this. You can pack your things and get out of my Stark Industries."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Behind him, Stanislav laughed in fury.
"Hahaha, good, very good, Tony Stark, so you were prepared for this all along. No wonder my plans have never succeeded."
Unfortunately, you miscalculated. Bringing me here was the most foolish decision you ever made.
His smile turned sinister, and he slammed his watch down, causing a hidden device within to emit an eerie green light.
"Pfft!"
The moment the needle in the watch pierced his skin and the green potion surged into his body, Stanislavski's blood vessels began to swell, and hideous green scales spread rapidly.
"Tony, your armor design is indeed very good, and the reactor energy is enough to support your unfinished armor."
Unfortunately, you're out of time. Without your armor, you're nothing!
After a roar, Stanislav's long tail swept up behind him, and he transformed into a lizard monster. His eyes were filled with madness, and unparalleled power filled his entire body.
This made him feel like a god!
"roar!!"
Immediately, he let out a beastly roar and leaped towards Tony.
Despite the terrifying threat, Tony did not turn around.
Because a figure emitting a faint light had already stopped the enraged Stanislavsky.
Light!
"Buzz~~"
An ordinary fist tore through the air, and holy light shone forth.
"What?"
The immense force struck, and before Stanis could react, he was slammed into the liquor cabinet by the fist enveloped in holy light.
"boom!!"
With a loud crash, the green monster slammed into the liquor cabinet, scattering shards of glass all over the floor.
Instantly, the aroma of wine filled the air, drowning out the stench emanating from the monster.
"cough......"
Amidst the shards scattered on the ground, the monster lying in the wine suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The green scales on his chest had cracked, and green blood was constantly seeping from the fragments.
Pure violence mixed with holy light damage—this is the Demon Hunter's talent.
"you......."
At this moment, Stanis's vertical pupils contracted, and his ferocious beast-like face was filled with fear.
He watched helplessly as the luminous man slowly approached, yet he lacked the courage to resist.
"You are... the henchman Tony found, the Paladin of New York!"
Stanis panicked when he recognized Mark.
According to his intelligence, the paladin wasn't here at all.
How could this be...?
Damn it, I got scammed by those guys!
Stanis sensed a conspiracy and completely lost his previous confidence.
"I have money, I have lots of money, I can give it all to you, don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."
He shrank back, but his feet kept slipping.
Mark shook his head. "Sorry, I'm a man of my word. If I say I'll help someone, I'll help them."
Compared to Professor Kurt, Stanislavski's compatibility with the regeneration agent was far too low.
So he didn't put on the demon hunter suit, but simply raised his ordinary right fist.
Holy light shone once more.
"No!!!"
Stanis's eyes widened as the shadow of death loomed over him, making him feel as if he could hardly breathe.
Just as the fist was about to reach his nose, Tony spoke.
"etc."
He turned around and said, "This is a grudge between him and me."
Three days later, at the old Stark Industries factory, I will settle this with him.
Upon hearing this, Mark frowned.
But then he remembered something and lowered his fist.
He stared coldly at the disheveled Stanislavsky with a mocking expression.
"Old Deng, you've got a lucky escape!"
He turned and left after he finished speaking.
What was left for Stanislav was a powerful and mysterious figure.
But what angered him even more was Tony.
"Tony, you'll regret it if you don't kill me," he said through gritted teeth.
Tony calmly glanced at the other person. "Three days from now, we'll end all of this."
With that, he instructed Happy to take Stanislav away.
Before long, the private plane disappeared into the night sky.
Mark found Tony. "Let him go, and then what?"
He knew Tony was arrogant, but not to a very serious degree.
Sure enough, Tony's face darkened as he watched the disappearing point of light in the night sky.
"If Stanislav wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have waited until now, so there must be someone behind him. I need to figure this out."
Perhaps, this has something to do with my parents' deaths..."