"Whoa, where do you think you're going, Mr. Minotaur?" Tony Stark, clad in crimson armor, hovered before Dario.
"Move!" Dario charged forward, the phantom of Minotaur Charge enveloping his sprinting body as he rammed straight at Tony blocking his path.
Dario felt that the world had changed far too quickly! When he had first gone in, Hebron had only been a company on the verge of becoming one of the magnates. Its scale and strength had been far inferior to Roxxon's. If it had not unveiled Thermonuclear Fusion Technology that conflicted with Roxxon's original line of business, he would never have paid much attention to such a company.
Unfortunately, just as he had been preparing to make a move against Hebron, he had somehow ended up in prison for blowing up one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s bases.
To be honest, when he had received that news, he had been completely stunned. It had caught him off guard, but what had truly left him unprepared was Nick Fury's response!
Before he could make emotional deals with his old friends or call in a few favors, Nick had brought people to surround him.
There had been no regard for his identity, nor for his background.
Then, as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s status and importance had inexplicably soared, he had practically been abandoned for the time being.
Dario had reached that conclusion after being transferred to Raft Prison. Yet he still firmly believed that as long as he was given a chance, he could make a comeback.
The Dark Elves and Loki had been excellent new stepping stones and companions.
But at this moment, all he could say was that he had misjudged his companions this time. Or rather, they had chosen the wrong target.
Hebron could actually manufacture combat machines of this level now? Though Hebron had