Stark Industries.
Peter had been kept on the top floor by Tony.
That was how Tony treated his friends—if he approved of someone, he would treat them well.
Jino did not linger. He took the private elevator down to the first floor, and when the doors opened, the young man came face-to-face with a potbellied middle-aged white man.
The man had a head of aged white hair and was balding as well.
The crafty fat man squinted his beady eyes, staring strangely at Jino as he stepped out of the elevator.
Since Jino had not maintained his invisibility spell after leaving Stark's side, the fat man had clearly seen his face.
"Who are you?"
Obadiah frowned at the young man with a stern expression.
His control over Stark had reached its final stage, and he would not allow anyone to interfere with his plan.
Besides, a young man who could emerge from an elevator meant only for Tony might be another unforeseen variable, just like that damned Black general.
"Who are you?"
Obadiah spoke bluntly. As the emperor of Stark Industries, second only to one and above ten thousand, this fat man wielded immense power!
Yet in the face of Obadiah's questioning, Jino merely slowly raised his head. After giving him an indifferent glance, he said faintly, "Get lost."
His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it fell clearly into Obadiah's ears.
Then, the broad and fat man instantly went rigid. Like a puppet on strings, he swung his arms and legs as he walked toward the corner.
But the terror in his eyes showed that he did not even understand what had happened to his body.
At that moment, a storm raged in Obadiah's heart.
Who was that young man? With a single sentence, he had made him