Now it was Tony's turn to look grim.
Because Obadiah was absolutely right—the Arc Reactor could indeed kill him!
And the speed at which it would kill him was probably much faster than Obadiah had imagined...
Because after hearing Ethan's expectations of him, he had already planned to walk the right path after creating the next generation of Iron Man armor.
Using the Iron Man suit would inevitably increase the energy output of the Arc Reactor, causing palladium radiation to spread through his body faster, leading to quicker poisoning—and ultimately, a faster death...
However, Obadiah was wrong about one thing: who said you can't question someone who knows they are going to die?
Tony removed his foot from Obadiah, a smile spreading across his face:
"You're right. I might really die in the future, and I might not get anything out of you..."
Obadiah scoffed: "So, you coward, you're planning to give me a quick death?"
"No. I'm going to have someone else ask you the questions."
Tony shook his finger, then suddenly looked at Lock Parker, who was watching from the sofa:
"As a mercenary, you should know torture techniques, right?"
Are you questioning my professionalism?
Lock Parker, who had suddenly gone from spectator to protagonist, raised an eyebrow, patted his clothes, and stood up from the sofa.
Tony smiled. "No, I just want to see your professionalism. Let me see it for myself..."
Lock Parker crossed his arms casually. "This is an extra service."
"I'll add more money!" Tony said confidently.
"As you wish..."
Lock Parker normally didn't take extra requests—like a delivery rider being asked to grab cigarettes on the way.
But when Tony, the walking money machine, offers tips like that…
Making money isn't something to be ashamed of.
Obadiah saw Lock Parker—the man who had nearly kicked him to death and given him a "trunk drift" experience—walking toward him, and instinctively crawled backward in fear.
Before the torture even began, Lock Parker had already won psychologically.
Lock Parker walked over, squatted down, casually ruffled Obadiah's bald head, and smiled faintly:
"Now, be obedient and tell my employer everything he wants to know. Save me the trouble—and yourself the suffering. Okay?"
Obadiah lowered his head, thinking deeply. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally decided...
"F*ck! Squid!"
Seeing Obadiah respond with that gesture, Lock Parker's smile slowly faded.
"Oh… what a naughty old man..."
Rip—!
With a tearing sound, Lock Parker suddenly raised his hand and tore off a large piece of Obadiah's scalp!
"Aaaaaaaah!!!"
This time, it was real pain.
A chunk of scalp had been forcibly ripped off!
Even Tony and Ethan, who were watching, instinctively stepped back in horror.
This… was painful just to look at.
Lock Parker remained expressionless. He looked at the bloody scalp stuck to his hand, then flicked it away.
Thud.
Then, ignoring Obadiah's trembling, bleeding head, Lock Parker's palm sprouted countless tiny barbs again—
And slapped directly onto the exposed wound!
Then he grabbed Obadiah's head and twisted it upward—
Like tying hair into a bun.
But this time, there was no scalp protecting him.
Only raw flesh—
And barbs are grinding against it.
The unbearable, nerve-shredding pain made Obadiah feel like his soul was being torn apart!
His screams were far worse than anything before.
Tony and Ethan's minds went blank.
Their brains refused to process what they were seeing.
Seeing Tony still frozen, Lock Parker said impatiently:
"Hey. If you just want to torture him, take your time. But if you want answers, ask now while he's still conscious."
Tony snapped back to reality.
"Oh—right! We haven't asked anything yet. Don't let him die. Stop for now, Lock Parker."
Only after hearing the customer speak did Lock Parker stop.
But he didn't remove his grip.
Instead, he lifted Obadiah by the head using the barbs, forcing him to face Tony.
Obadiah's eyes rolled back from pain.
Tony frowned. "Are you sure he's still conscious?"
Lock Parker said nothing—just tightened his grip slightly.
"Aaaaaah!!! I'm awake! I'm awake! Please stop!!!"
Lock Parker chuckled coldly:
"Weren't you acting tough earlier? I preferred that version of you."
Obadiah, covered in blood and sweat, finally gave in:
"You're ruthless... Make him stop... I'll tell you everything..."
Tony gave Lock Parker a signal.
Lock Parker retracted the barbs and let him drop.
Tony looked down at him and asked coldly:
"My first question—how many of my weapons did you sell illegally?"
"When did it start? Where did they go? Who did you sell them to?"
Obadiah gasped, but still sneered:
"How many? Ha… I've lost count."
"When did it start? After your stubborn father died—when you were busy drinking yourself into oblivion, and Stark Industries became mine!"
"As for where? Everywhere."
"Middle East, Russia, Syria, Sokovia—anywhere there's war."
"Stark weapons… are everywhere!"
"Hahahahaha!"