Before Schiller could say anything, Stark shoved his way inside. Wearing that metal shell, there was no way Schiller could outmuscle him, so he could only take two steps back and avoid the brunt of it. Stark swaggered into the clinic just like that.
"Ahem." Stark cleared his throat, but when it came time to speak, he had no idea what to say. After hesitating for a long while, he covered his mouth with his fist and said casually, "Why did you move back here again?"
"You didn't know? Arkham Asylum is being renovated." Schiller walked over to the coffee machine, opened the back panel, replaced the coffee beans with fresh ones, then changed the milk carton. As he worked, he said, "I've been selecting suitable material suppliers lately. Do you have any recommendations?"
"I can introduce you to the suppliers who worked on Stark Tower," Stark said. "I don't know whether they're good at renovating hospitals, but you can talk to them. Maybe they can recommend a specialist."
"All right, just send me their contact information." Schiller took a coffee cup from the nearby shelf, rinsed it beneath the tap, then dried it with a sponge.
He turned to arrange the cups, glanced at Stark, and said, "You can put the surveillance equipment on that table over there."
Stark set some things down and said, "Are you sure you know how to use it? This thing is best kept hidden. Otherwise, they might find it when they search you."
"Why would you think I'd let them search me?"
"That guy won't just let you walk into his company." Stark went over and sat down on the sofa. The Iron Man suit vanished instantly, leaving behind only an earpiece and a pair of glasses.
"Fine, I get it. I can