Bang!
"Fuck you!"
Obadiah's words completely infuriated Tony.
Before he could even finish speaking, Tony punched him hard in the head.
And whether it was intentional or not—
The punch landed precisely on the spot where Obadiah's scalp had been torn off, making him scream in agony!
He rolled on the ground, clutching his bleeding head.
No wonder Tony was so furious.
After all, even though Obadiah sold those weapons, they all carried the name Stark!
Obadiah's actions not only violated Stark Industries' principle of not selling weapons to terrorists but also created countless enemies for Tony.
For example… a certain little witch in Sokovia—and her lightning-fast brother~
Now that Tony realized how much blame he had unknowingly taken, he no longer felt that Lock Parker's torture methods were cruel.
He was even thinking of continuing it himself!
Although Tony couldn't grow barbs like Lock Parker—
He had a more "scientific" method.
Tony strode into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of coarse salt.
Then he returned, bent down, and pressed the salt directly onto Obadiah's exposed skull—
Spreading it evenly over the raw wound!
"Ughhhhhhh!!!"
Obadiah let out screams no less horrifying than before.
Even the creator of this scene would probably give Tony a tthumbs-up
The Salt King had truly mastered his craft!
As Obadiah thrashed like a fish in boiling water, Tony pressed his head down firmly and growled:
"Where is the list?!"
"Tell me where the transaction list is—and give me everything!"
Under Tony's ruthless pressure, Obadiah didn't dare resist anymore.
He quickly revealed the password to the transaction list and the computer storing it.
After memorizing it, Tony shoved him aside and wiped his hands clean.
Then he asked coldly:
"Second question."
"Was my parents' death related to you?"
"You arranged the Ten Rings attack on me. So my parents didn't just die in a car accident… did they?"
"You leaked my father's route and had him killed. Am I right?"
This wasn't really a question—
It was a statement.
After all, with Obadiah exposed, the truth was obvious.
Obadiah, desperate to escape further torture, finally admitted:
"Yes… It was me."
"I leaked your father's route."
"Who told him to block profits by refusing to sell weapons to terrorists?"
"His death only benefited Stark Industries."
Tony's eyes turned red.
Even though he had suspected it, hearing it confirmed still hit hard.
He grabbed Obadiah by the collar and lifted him:
"WHO?!"
"Who did you hire to kill my parents?!"
"Tell me!!!"
But unexpectedly—
Obadiah shook his head.
"I don't know."
"If I did, I'd tell you… But I really don't."
"He approached me first."
"I think… he was another enemy of your father."
Tony froze.
Because he could tell—Obadiah wasn't lying.
And in a situation like this, there was no reason for him to lie.
That meant…
Even now, Tony still didn't know who truly killed his parents.
His revenge was incomplete.
Still unwilling to give up, Tony asked one last time:
"You must remember something about him… right?"
This time, Obadiah nodded.
"I remember… because he was special."
"He covered his face—but…"
"I noticed something about his left hand."
"It was… mechanical."
"A high-tech robotic arm."
Tony's expression changed instantly.
That clue alone—
Was extremely valuable.
Because there were very few people in the world with a mechanical arm.
And even fewer who used it in combat.
And if that person was also an assassin…
The list narrowed drastically.
Then suddenly—
Tony turned toward Lock Parker.
At this moment, Lock Parker was lying on the sofa… asleep.
Tony rushed over, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him:
"Wake up, Lock Parker! I need to ask you something!"
Lock Parker, who had been driving nonstop for days, had finally fallen asleep—
And now he was being disturbed.
Naturally, he wasn't pleased.
He slapped Tony's hand away and turned over:
"What do you think I am, Doraemon?"
"First rescue, then kidnapping, then interrogation… now Q&A?"
"Go ask your bald guy yourself…"
Tony looked at his stinging hand helplessly.
Then—
He used his ultimate move.
He snapped his fingers calmly:
"Jarvis, transfer one billion dollars to Lock Parker."
[Understood. One billion USD has been transferred.]
Ding—
A notification sounded.
'$1,000,000,000 USD has been deposited into your account.'
The next second—
Tony's vision blurred.
And when it cleared—
Lock Parker was already sitting upright on the sofa.
Fully awake.
Eyes bright.
Completely refreshed.
He gestured politely:
"Mr. Stark, please ask your question."
"I am now Doraemon himself."
"I can answer anything."
Tony stared at him with deadpan eyes.
"Heh… so real."