Attack on the Track, Exerting Just a Tiny Bit of Effort

"I'm not like him." Tony said righteously. His narcissism was built on actual ability, while Hammer's... was purely based on thick skin.

"And who is this?" Hammer looked at Aaron curiously. "He looks pretty young!"

"He's Aaron Gaius, my friend. Yes, friend."

"Don't get the wrong idea." Aaron smiled at Hammer. "We're not close. I'm just a simple therapist.

Rich people, you know! They care a great deal about their health."

Hammer nodded as if he understood, though he did not pay much attention to Aaron.

"Tony, buddy, don't leave me behind!"

"Have I ever left you behind? We don't exactly race on the same track, do we?" Tony said bluntly, just short of writing the words "beneath my notice" across his face.

If he had not shut down Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing division, Hammer Industries would never have had the chance to rise.

Yet even after Stark withdrew from the arms market and Hammer took over the military contracts, he had never developed a single distinctive weapon.

"The truth is, I want to showcase my products at your expo." Hammer said with a false smile.

"If you invent something usable, I'll definitely reserve you a display hall."

"Mr. Stark." Natalie walked over. "Everything is ready."

"Did you notify Happy?" Pepper asked anxiously.

"I did. He's waiting for your call at any time."

"Good."

"What's going on?" Hammer frowned in confusion. "Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened. Just focus on preparing for your interview with Vanity Fair." Tony smiled, then turned and left the club.

Race track.

Tony Stark changed into a racing suit and gathered with the other drivers at the starting line.

As the engines roared to life, every race car launched forward and sped down the track.

Compared to Pepper, who sat in the stands with