After learning the full story, the rage in Blonsky's heart was like dry tinder set ablaze, burning fiercely and impossible to contain.
He glared furiously at Bruce Banner, his bloodshot eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.
Banner stood helplessly where he was, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly. Clearly, he had exhausted all his strength and could no longer transform into the powerful Hulk.
Blonsky's chest heaved violently, every breath seeming to spew flames of rage.
He suddenly stepped forward, his hands clamping down on Banner's shoulders like iron pincers as he shook him hard, as if trying to wake him up—or shake him to pieces.
"Why! Why can't you turn into Hulk?!"
His voice was hoarse and low, filled with uncontrollable fury and disappointment.
Yet Banner merely hung his head weakly, allowing Blonsky to shake him.
Seeing this, Blonsky grew even angrier.
He abruptly released Banner and turned toward Samuel, who stood nearby.
Samuel had been watching the scene nervously and did not expect Blonsky to suddenly turn on him.
His eyes widened in terror, and his body instinctively retreated, but Blonsky was faster.
Blonsky lunged forward like a beast poised to strike and seized Samuel, lifting him off the ground with one hand.
Samuel's feet instantly left the ground. He kicked helplessly in midair, flailing his hands wildly as he tried to grab something to steady himself.
But his efforts were futile. Blonsky's strength was astonishing, and he held him steadily above his head with one hand.
Samuel's face instantly turned pale white. His throat made a choking sound, and breathing became extraordinarily difficult.
He gasped with difficulty and cried weakly, "Y-you... what are you doing? Put me down!"
But Blonsky seemed not to hear his cries. There was only anger and urgency in his eyes.