"Oh, I lied to you. I only told you to go home so you could put on your suit and glider. That way, this fight might be a little interesting."
Hawking replied expressionlessly.
If he wanted to beat the other man into submission, he naturally had to let him face him in what he believed was his strongest state. Only then would he understand what a gap in strength truly was.
"I don't know what you're talking about. That kind of joke isn't funny!"
Norman's expression changed at once. He turned around and looked at Hawking with a highly dangerous gaze.
How could Hawking know about the suit and glider without shocking him?
The glider designed by Osborn Corporation had supposedly been stolen, according to the public news reports. As for the suit, he had designed and built it himself afterward. No one should have known about it.
He had only used it for the first time yesterday, during the explosion at the Exploration Aerospace Industry Sixth Test Site.
"Mr. Norman, stop pretending. I know you were behind what happened yesterday. I'll give you time to go inside and get your suit. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't get another chance.
I hit hard. If I'm not careful, you might die."
Hawking pushed open the car door and stepped out.
Norman narrowed his eyes, and a flash of killing intent flickered through them.
"I think this must be a misunderstanding. I was at home all day yesterday. I never went out."
A highly deceptive fake smile appeared on his face as he opened his own door, got out, and walked over to Hawking.
But before Hawking could answer again, he shot out his right hand, grabbed Hawking by the throat, and lifted him into the air.
"Tell me, who exactly are