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The beam grazed his metal shoulder and blasted a hole the size of a washbasin in the wall behind him, sending concrete fragments flying everywhere.

The party upstairs was briefly disturbed by the loud noise, but it was quickly drowned out by even louder music.

“Looks like you’re really drunk.” Roddy’s voice was devoid of any emotion. “Tony, this is your last chance. Take it off yourself.”

"If you've got the guts, come and take it!"

Tony roared, his thrusters surging forward, and he charged toward Roddy like an enraged bull.

The two steel giants wrestled together in this workshop filled with expensive equipment and precision instruments.

This wasn't a fight; it was the most savage brawl.

Tony slammed his fist into Roddy's helmet with a deafening clang. Roddy was knocked back several steps, crashing into a shelf full of tools, scattering wrenches and spare parts all over the floor.

Roddy steadied himself and kicked Tony in the chest, right in the reactor. Tony flew backward like a sandbag, crashing heavily into a red vintage sports car. The multi-million dollar collection was instantly crushed into a pile of scrap metal.

"My car!" Tony cried out in anguish, his anger escalating.

He activated the thrusters under his feet at full power, propelling himself out of the wrecked car like a cannonball, and grabbed Roddy tightly from behind. The two lost their balance and crashed through the studio wall, bursting into the villa's hallway.

The party guests were terrified when they saw two Iron Man figures burst out of the wall, and they screamed and ran away.

"Get out of here, all of you!" Tony roared at the panicked crowd.

The two tin men continued to roll and wrestle in the messy living room. They punched and kicked each other, smashing expensive custom-made furniture and priceless works of art to pieces.

They fought their way from the living room to the yard, and then from the yard into the swimming pool, splashing huge amounts of water.

Finally, the two flew entangled into the air, facing off above the villa, neither able to gain the upper hand. The high-temperature airflow from their thrusters distorted the air below.

"Enough, Roddy!" Tony gasped for breath, his armor's parameters were all alarming. "Don't make me serious!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Roddy retorted without backing down, adopting an aggressive stance.

Just as they were about to charge at each other again, an unusually calm voice came from below.

"You two, have you had enough fun?"

Tony and Roddy both lowered their heads.

Chu Hang, or rather "Anthony Chen," dressed in simple casual clothes, stood on the cratered lawn, holding a glass of red wine, looking up at them.

He even had a polite smile on his face, as if he were watching a boring fireworks display.

When did he come?

"Anthony?" Tony was stunned. "What are you doing here? Get out of the way! It's dangerous here!"

Chu Hang shook his head, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by an undisguised disappointment.

"It's really... awful."

As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand, which was holding the wine glass, remained still, while his right hand casually waved upwards.

Energy absorption

This was copied by Chu Hang when he recently encountered a mutant girl.

In mid-air, Tony and Rhodes felt the alarm system inside their armor suddenly go off in a frenzy, emitting piercing screams. Then, all the thrusters, all the hydraulic joints, and all the power lines failed in an instant.

The two iron lumps, each weighing several hundred kilograms, fell straight down from a height of several tens of meters, like toys with their batteries removed, having lost all power.

The two men smashed two deep, human-shaped craters into the lawn, sending up clouds of grass and dirt. They were trapped inside their armor, unable to move.

"Jarvis! Report the situation!" Tony yelled frantically inside his helmet.

"Sir, all the energy in the armor has been rapidly depleted for unknown reasons. I am trying to restart it, but... it has failed."

Chu Hang strolled leisurely to the edge of the crater that Luo Di had created, looking down at him.

“Colonel James Rhodes, right?” Chu Hang crouched down, reached out, and gently patted Mark2’s cold metal shoulder.

His fingertips touched the metal.

An idea formed in my mind.

*Target: James Rhodes.*

*Detection capability: Level A, military command and tactical skills.*

A vast and refined stream of information instantly flooded into his mind.

That was the accumulation of decades of knowledge, countless exercises and combat experience, and almost instinctive battlefield intuition of a top officer.

From the strategic planning of large-scale army group operations to the tactical coordination of individual soldiers and squads, everything is written, categorized, and organized like data.

Chu Hang stood up, feeling as if he had just read through an entire military library in a fraction of a second.

He walked to the edge of the pit in front of Tony.

“Tony Stark,” Chu Hang’s voice was cold and devoid of emotion, “As the second-largest shareholder of Stark Industries, I am extremely dissatisfied with your recent performance. You are destroying the company’s brand value and my investment with your foolish actions.”

"What...what did you do?" Tony struggled, but the armor was like a custom-made iron coffin, locking him in tightly.

"I just pressed the pause button," Chu Hang said calmly. "Now, let's get down to business."

He turned to Roddy in the pit and said, “Colonel, you’re right. This weapon shouldn’t be in the hands of an emotionally unstable drunkard. It needs someone more stable, more rational, and more obedient to handle it.”

Roddy remained silent inside his helmet, completely stunned by what had just happened.

“So,” Chu Hang continued, his tone as if announcing a board resolution, “as a shareholder of Stark Industries, I formally approve the transfer of this Mark 2 prototype to the U.S. military, with you, Colonel Rhodes, in full charge.”

"What?!" Tony and Roddy exclaimed simultaneously.

"You can't do this!" Tony roared from the pit. "This is my stuff! My invention!"

“No, this is Stark Industries’ property,” Chu Hang coldly corrected. “And you are abusing company property and harming the company’s interests. I have the right to make the most correct decision for the long-term development of the company. The military receiving a suit of armor can help you share the pressure of ‘Iron Man,’ which is beneficial to the company’s positive image. As for you, Tony, you need to calm down and think carefully about who you really are.”

Chu Hang snapped his fingers.

Roddy's Mark 2 armor has regained its power. The lights inside the armor have come back on, and the system has begun a self-check.

"Colonel, you can go now," Chu Hang said. "Take it back to your base and tell your superiors that this is a gesture of goodwill from Stark Industries. Of course, Hammer Industries, that piece of trash, can't handle the subsequent weapon upgrades and maintenance; they'll have to come to us for help. That's another sure-fire way to make a fortune."

Roddy remained silent for a long time. He glanced at Tony, who was still struggling in vain in the pit, and then looked at the unfathomable man in front of him who had decided everything with a smile.

He made a decision.

"I understand."

Mark 2's thrusters relit, spewing blue flames. He slowly ascended, taking one last look at the mess on the lawn, then accelerated sharply, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the night.

On the lawn, only Tony, trapped in his armor, roared angrily like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away, and Chu Hang calmly drank red wine.

"You bastard! Anthony! You bastard! Let me out!"

Chu Hang took a sip of his drink, ignoring his roar.

Chapter 92 Shit-Big's Defeat

The next day, sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the French windows, stinging Tony's eyelids.

He woke up on the sofa, his head feeling like it was being squeezed into a tightening iron clamp, a dull ache spreading through him.

The air was thick with the pungent smells of alcohol, perfume, and vomit, making his stomach churn. He shifted slightly, the cold metal scraping against his skin, and then remembered that he was still trapped inside the powerless Mark 4 armor.

Like a sardine stuffed into a can, unable to move.

Last night's scenes are like shards of broken glass, drilling into my brain piece by piece.

Roddy's face was filled with disappointment.

Two tin lumps were brutally fighting each other in his own house, smashing his beloved sports car.

And... Chu Hang's calm face was infuriating.

"It's really... awful."

These words were heavier than Roddy's fist, like a red-hot steel needle piercing his most sensitive pride.

What angered him most was not being beaten by Roddy, or even having his Mark 2 stolen.

The guy just stood on the lawn, holding a glass of red wine, waving casually like a spectator watching a play.

Then, his and Roddy's armor, two war machines representing the pinnacle of Earth's technology, became two lumps of unpowered scrap metal, falling straight down from the sky.

What does that feel like?

He, Tony Stark, the most dazzling genius of this era, a billionaire, playboy, superhero... lost everything to a "business partner" he had personally helped build up.

Chu Hang not only easily stole the Mark2, but also gave his masterpiece to the military in a condescending tone, as if deciding the ownership of company property.

That's not a discussion, it's a notification.

“Jarvis.” Tony’s voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping his throat.

"Good morning, sir. Your heart rate is high and your blood pressure is unstable. We recommend that you replenish fluids and electrolytes immediately," Jarvis's gentle voice came through the helmet.

“Loss report.” Tony closed his eyes; he didn’t want to look at the junkyard around him.

"The main structure of the villa is 17 percent damaged, and the exterior walls need to be reinforced. The estimated cost of the repair is US$1.72 million."

The interior decoration, furniture and artwork were damaged, including a Picasso painting called "The Dream", with a total value of approximately US$4.53 million.

Furthermore, the 1965 Shelby Cobra sports car in your collection is completely totaled and beyond repair.

He doesn't care about money. It's just a bunch of numbers.

What he cares about is the feeling of being completely controlled and manipulated.

Chu Hang knew all his weaknesses, but he knew nothing about Chu Hang.

The source of that guy's power, his purpose—everything is a mystery.

“Bastard…” Tony squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

He instructed Jarvis to initiate the emergency disengagement procedure.

The armor emitted a series of mechanical clicks as pieces of the chest armor, arm armor, and leg armor peeled off his body and fell to the ground with dull thuds.

He stood up shirtless and looked around.

Empty wine bottles and a high heel were floating in the pool, two large craters were smashed into the lawn, and the living room was a mess, as if it had just been ransacked by an army.

After the revelry, only emptiness and devastation remained.