Tony's impulsive actions caught Pepper completely off guard, but the media outlets broadcasting live and the audience in the stadium erupted in cheers.
Even the reporter interviewing Hammer abandoned their post to rush to the television screen, watching Tony Stark wave enthusiastically at the camera.
The reporter's mind raced with ideas for an exclusive interview, already drafting questions in their head.
This was why Tony Stark's mere presence guaranteed him the spotlight.
Justin Hammer's face turned ashen, as if he'd just eaten shit.
He'd heard from Pepper that this female reporter had once had a "very close encounter" with Tony Stark.
He'd planned to unleash his full charm, hoping to seduce the attractive reporter into his bed—at least to enjoy the thrill of defeating Tony Stark on another battlefield.
He'd even instructed his staff to prepare some "enhancement drugs" for the occasion, but...
Furious, he downed a large glass of wine from the table in one gulp.
Justin Hammer irritably loosened his tie.
The next moment, the image on the television screen seized his gaze, making it impossible for him to look away.
He was a rugged man, clearly of battle-hardened stock.
Dressed in the uniform of a team mechanic, a cigarette dangling from his lips, he brazenly vaulted over the barrier of the pit lane, right onto the track.
The race was already underway, the track alive with the roar of speeding cars.
Remember, F1 cars average over 300 kilometers per hour through the corners.
A person suddenly appearing on the track, unable to swerve in time, would be flattened into oblivion—even with nine lives, eight would be crushed instantly.
But this man from the battle-hardened nation didn't stop there. With a flick of his wrists, two whips materialized in his hands.
Then he threw open his orange-red mechanic's jumpsuit.
A miniature Arc Reactor on his chest began to glow with blue light, outputting at full power.
Energy surged through simple circuits across his body, flowing into the metal whips in his hands.
His thin jumpsuit turned to ash, scattering in the wind.
The whips crackled with violent energy. As they dragged lightly across the ground, they gouged shallow trenches into the track surface.
"My God, this is perfect for me!"
Justin Hammer involuntarily rose from his seat.
The Arc Reactor was undoubtedly the solution to most of the world's energy problems.
It was said that Elon Musk offered a massive stake in his company to Tony Stark in exchange for the rights to use this technology, promising to install it only in his own cars, but Tony Stark refused.
In fact, Justin Hammer's military project was stalled at this very stage.
Even after removing all weapon systems from the armor and filling its internal space with the most advanced batteries, the energy was still insufficient to lift the armor even a meter off the ground, let alone sustain continuous combat.
Unfortunately, Tony Stark refused to hand over the technology, even under immense pressure from the Senate.
Yet here, a miniature Arc Reactor that appeared remarkably mature had suddenly emerged. The violent energy surging from that whip—if this were installed in his company's armor...
Justin Hammer stared at the Arc Reactor, especially at Ivan Vanko's crude equipment and his rough face, which clearly showed he hadn't lived a comfortable life. He laughed with particular glee.
Unlike Justin Hammer, Qin Xiao stood on the hotel rooftop, watching below and gnashing his teeth in frustration.
He strode confidently down the racetrack, unfazed by the roaring Formula One cars hurtling toward him.
A matchstick dangled from his lips—a nod to Little Ma, no doubt.
Qin Xiao spat in frustration toward the rooftop.
His right hand instinctively went to his nose and eyes.
The last time he'd tried to show off in Mexico, he'd been flattened by a rocket launcher after just three seconds.
He could still recall the throbbing pain in his eyes.
*Why is a villain walking around so arrogantly?*
The more Qin Xiao thought about it, the angrier he became, his gaze sweeping across the rooftop.
Ivan Vanko's dramatic entrance sent gasps rippling through the VIPs and wealthy elite in the Paris Hotel bar.
When he split a speeding F1 car in two with his whip, the crowd erupted into chaos.
At that moment, Happy, carrying Tony Stark's newly developed Mark 5 briefcase armor, grabbed Pepper and raced toward the track.
The reactor on this man's chest was similar to Tony's; he was almost certainly targeting Tony Stark.
Seeing this, Thor stood up abruptly.
"Sol, what are you doing?" Jane asked sharply.
"Didn't you just say this person was after Qin Xiao's friends? Qin Xiao's nowhere to be found. I have to go help save his friends!"
Without waiting for Jane to say anything, he shot out the door like a gust of wind.
Meanwhile, on the racetrack, Ivan Vanko's vision locked onto Tony's car.
He leaned slightly to the side and brought his whip down with a brutal strike. The violent energy, like a laser sword, sliced through the car's front end as if it were butter.
Tony, trapped in the half-severed vehicle, was flung into the air, spinning end over end before crashing heavily back to the ground.
He watched as Ivan Vanko, his whips crackling with murderous intent, stalked toward him.
Behind them, several cars, startled by the unexpected crash, swerved to avoid the wreckage. The resulting chain reaction of collisions, explosions, and flying debris filled the air.
Yet none of the debris came close to harming Ivan Vanko.
Ignoring the explosions and chaos behind him, Ivan Vanko strode steadily toward Tony Stark, who had just climbed out of his race car.
As he closed in on attack range, Vanko deliberately cracked his whip against the ground twice, aiming to increase the psychological pressure on Tony.
Just as he was about to swing his whip, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
Vanko whipped his head around to see a dark silhouette hurtling toward him.
*Thud!*
He didn't even see what hit him.
One moment, Vanko's vision went black as something moving at high speed shattered against his face.
The massive impact to his head sent his body flying through the air, crashing into the chain-link fence beside the track. His head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.
"Oh! Yes!"
On the rooftop of a nearby hotel, Qin Xiao made a triumphant fist pump.
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