"Where's the Dragon Ball?"
Ivan Vanko's Dragon Ball radar could not pinpoint the Dragon Ball precisely. It could only locate a rough area.
Deacon Frost was firmly gripped by Ivan Vanko. Even with a vampire's physical strength, he found it difficult to break free from the iron armor's restraint.
He struggled in agony, but it was all futile.
"Y-you... who are you? Iron Man or the Emperor?"
Deacon Frost asked with difficulty, his voice trembling with fear.
He had never expected the other man to be a contender for the Dragon Ball as well, much less one so powerful. Faced with the iron armor's threat, he felt an unprecedented helplessness and despair.
However, Ivan Vanko did not answer his question. He merely looked coldly at Deacon Frost, waiting for his answer. If Deacon Frost refused to cooperate, he would not mind using more direct methods to force the Dragon Ball's whereabouts out of him.
Just then, the hybrid vampire underlings outside heard the commotion and rushed into the office.
They were all stunned when they saw the scene before them.
A two-meter-tall metal giant held their boss in his grasp, standing before them like an insurmountable mountain. They screamed in terror and backed away one after another.
"Don't be afraid! Get him!"
Seeing this, Deacon Frost roared.
He tried to use his authority to intimidate his underlings and make them gather the courage to fight Ivan Vanko.
Though the hybrid vampire underlings were terrified, they did not dare disobey Deacon Frost's orders. They drew their weapons and launched an attack on Ivan Vanko.
However, their attacks seemed so insignificant and powerless before the iron armor. Ivan Vanko merely waved an arm and blocked all of them.
"Hmph! You overestimate yourselves!"
Ivan Vanko snorted coldly, his tone full of contempt and