"So, it was just as I guessed."
Inside the villa, Tony, his body packed with muscle, looked disappointedly at the man tied up like a bundle of dumplings—his nominal uncle, Obadiah.
Lies did not hurt people. The truth was what tore their hearts apart.
Tony did not know what he should say.
He had always thought he treated Obadiah well. Not only had he given him a generous annual salary, but he had also offered him equity incentives.
An hour had already passed since Obadiah was captured.
The man had gone from his initial hysteria to calmly accepting reality, and he had explained to Tony why he had betrayed him.
"Mr. Stark, my teacher once said that some people are like jackals. They never know satisfaction, and when necessary, they'll turn around and bite you. You don't need to waste your feelings on this kind of scum."
At that moment, Peter, having removed his Iron Armor, rattled off some flirtatious nonsense as he poured all the grand principles Jino had taught him into Tony's ears.
It had to be said, it was quite effective. Tony respected no one, but he did respect Jino.
"You're right. I just find it hard to believe."
Tony sighed and looked at Obadiah with a complicated expression.
He knew this might be the last time he ever saw Obadiah. From this day onward, the man would likely spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Heh, well done, Tony."
As the arriving special police detained Obadiah and shoved him out of the room, he gave Tony one deep look before being escorted out of the villa.
Separated by the glass, Tony's gaze grew increasingly complicated.
Boom!
But before he had time to mourn, the once-flat roof suddenly shattered.
Broken wooden beams and fragments of the