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Now it was Tony's turn to look grim.
Because Obadiah was absolutely right—the arc reactor would indeed cost him his life!
And the speed at which it would take his life was likely much faster than Obadiah imagined... because after hearing Ethan's expectations for him, he had already planned to do the right thing once he built the next generation of iron man armor.
Using the iron man armor would inevitably increase the energy output of the arc reactor, causing palladium radiation to spread through his body faster, poisoning him more quickly, and naturally leading to a swifter death...
However, Obadiah was wrong about one thing: who said you couldn't question someone who knew they were going to die?
Tony moved his foot off Obadiah, a smile appearing on his face:
"You're right. I might really die in the future, and I might not be able to get anything out of you..."
Obadiah gave a disdainful laugh. "So, in your cowardice, you plan to give me a quick end?"
"No, so I plan to have someone else question you~"
Tony wagged his finger and suddenly looked at Ryan, who was watching the show from the sofa. "As a Hired Assassin, you should know some interrogation techniques, right?"
"Are you questioning my professionalism?"
Ryan, suddenly shifting from a spectator to a protagonist, raised an eyebrow and stood up from the sofa, dusting himself off.
Tony smiled. "No, I just want to see your professionalism in action, so show me what you've got..."
Ryan crossed his arms and said calmly, "But this is an extra service."
"I'll pay extra!" Tony also crossed his arms, full of confidence.
"As you wish..."
Originally, Ryan didn't accept additional services, like a delivery driver being asked to pick up a pack of cigarettes for a customer.
But Tony, the tycoon, had tipped enough... Making money isn't shameful!
Seeing Ryan—the man who had kicked him half to death and given him a taste of high-speed drifting in a trunk—walking toward him, Obadiah instinctively scrambled backward in fear.
Before the interrogation even began, Ryan had already completely won the battle of momentum.
Ryan strode over to Obadiah, squatted down, reached out to rub his large bald head, and smiled slightly:
"Now, be a good boy and tell my employer everything he wants to know. It'll save me the trouble and save you the suffering, okay?"
Hearing this, Obadiah lowered his head in thought. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally decided...
"F*ck! You!"
Looking at Obadiah, who was giving him the middle finger, the smile on Ryan's face slowly faded. "Sigh, what a naughty old child..."
Riiiiiip!
With a tearing sound, Ryan, who had just been rubbing Obadiah's bald head, suddenly yanked his hand upward, ripping off a large chunk of Obadiah's scalp in the process!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH——"
Unlike the half-real, half-fake screams from Tony's kick earlier, this time Obadiah truly couldn't hold back the pain!
After all, a large chunk of his scalp had been forcibly ripped away!
Not only was Obadiah in pain, but even Tony and Ethan, witnessing this, gasped and couldn't help but take a step back!
Emma, this really was a "headache" to watch!
Meanwhile, the perpetrator, Ryan, looked expressionlessly at the large chunk of scalp stuck to the barbs on his hand. He retracted the barbs, and the scalp fell to the ground!
Then, ignoring Obadiah's bloody head—which he wanted to cover but didn't dare touch—Ryan's palm sprouted countless tiny barbs again, and he slammed it precisely onto the wound where the large piece of scalp was missing!
Then, Tony started rubbing his bald head again!
This time was different from before; Obadiah's head no longer had the protection of his scalp, and Ryan's hand had countless barbs rubbing against the wound!
The excruciatingly "refreshing" sensation was so intense that Obadiah felt like his soul was about to fly out of the wound in his scalp!
The screams were countless times more horrific than a pig being slaughtered for the New Year!
This extreme torture made both Tony and Ethan feel psychologically unwell, their minds going blank.
Man, we don't even want to think about it, just thinking about it makes our heads hurt...
Seeing that he was just torturing him without Tony asking any questions, Ryan couldn't help but say speechlessly:
"Hey, if you just want to torture him, you can take your time and do it yourselves. But if you want to ask questions, do it now while his mind is still clear, okay?"
Reminded by Ryan, Tony finally snapped out of the shock of Ryan's bloody methods and remembered his actual business.
"Oh, right, I haven't asked the questions yet. We can't let him die. Stop for a moment, Ryan."
Hearing his "customer is god" speak, Ryan finally stopped rubbing the head.
However, he didn't retract the barbs on his palm. Instead, he used them to hook into Obadiah's head, lifting him up to face Tony.
By now, Obadiah was in so much pain that his eyes were rolling back.
Tony couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure he's still conscious like this?"
Ryan didn't say a word, but simply tightened his grip slightly on Obadiah's head.
This immediately made Obadiah scream again:
"AAAAHHH!! Awake! I'm awake! I'm very conscious right now! Please stop squeezing!!!"
Ryan then gave a cold laugh:
"Old grandson, didn't you like to act tough? I preferred your arrogant and unyielding look from before. Why don't you bring that back?"
His face covered in his own blood and cold sweat, Obadiah weakly surrendered to Tony:
"You win... make him stop... I'll tell you everything you want to know..."
Hearing this, Tony gave Ryan a look.
Ryan retracted the barbs on his palm, letting Obadiah collapse to the ground.
Tony looked down at Obadiah, who could no longer stand, and took a deep breath:
"First question: how many of my weapons have you sold to Terrorists behind my back? When did it start? Where were they sold, and to whom?"
Obadiah gasped painfully for air, but his eyes still couldn't hide his disdain for Tony:
"How many? Heh, to be honest, even I've lost count!"
"As for when it started, naturally it was after your stubborn father died. While you spent all your time drowning your sorrows in bars, I was the one in charge of Stark Industries!"
"And as for where and to whom, the list is even longer—the Middle East, Russia, Syria, Sokovia... wherever there's a war, there are Stark weapons I've sold. They are everywhere, hahahahaha!"