"I-I am."
Tony Stark helplessly admitted his identity.
"Take him away."
With a light wave of White Skull's hand, two figures clad in black tactical gear swiftly stepped forward. Moving with agility, they had Tony Stark firmly restrained almost instantly.
Tony's hands were twisted behind his back. He could feel the men's strength, as though he were clamped in steel pincers, unable to break free.
"Sir, how should we deal with this man?"
One of the black-clad men turned to White Skull. His voice was somewhat distorted through his mask's filter, but it still carried the proper respect.
At the same time, he gestured with his eyes toward Doctor Ethan, who stood to the side with a face full of worry.
Fear filled Ethan's eyes. His fate hung by a thread at this very moment.
"Kill him."
White Skull's answer was simple and direct, without the slightest hesitation, as though life was nothing more than the most insignificant dust in his eyes.
His voice was calm and cold, like thin ice on a winter lake, sending chills through anyone who heard it.
"Wait!"
Tony hurriedly stopped him.
"Take him with us. He's useful to me!"
Tony did not want to see Ethan killed before his eyes. He had already accepted this doctor; otherwise, he would never have told him his plan and prepared to carry it out.
Ethan was also the only person he could trust in this unfamiliar land. He could not lose the one person who understood him and could help him put his plan into action.
Tony's gaze met White Skull's, trying to convey his resolve through his eyes.
It was confidence in his own intelligence, as well as recognition of Ethan's abilities.
White Skull turned to face him.
Tony was so nervous he could almost hear