"Bronze Man? Who's that? Uh, wait, wasn't that the superhero nickname I just came up with?"
Andrew pretended to realize it, and the King of Negativity was instantly enraged. So this name was something he had made up on the spot?
"I can stay inside the barrier all night, but that boy must belong to me."
Andrew said this, and Mr. Breyer gathered his courage and shouted, "That's my son. He doesn't belong to either of you."
Andrew ignored Mr. Breyer entirely and merely stared straight at the King of Negativity. This identity was fake anyway. If anything happened, Iron Man would be the one getting sued. What did it have to do with him?
"No. I've done all this for him. How could I possibly hand him over to you?"
The King of Negativity flatly refused. There were still several Sons of Hell, but whether they could be found was another matter. How could he possibly give Brandon to Andrew?
What followed was naturally a round of bargaining. Mr. Breyer listened with clenched teeth. What did these two bastards take his son for?
Very soon, the two sides reached an agreement. The King of Negativity said, "Stay inside the barrier for one night, and I'll give you one of his arms. Don't try to leave, or you will definitely die."
"Don't worry. Though I don't think you can kill me, I always keep my promises."
Andrew smiled. The King of Negativity snorted and waved his hand through the air. Brandon's arm snapped off and flew toward Andrew—there was no wound on Brandon's body, nor did any blood flow out.
That was not all. Brandon then turned into a streak of light and flew into the King of Negativity's pocket.
In truth, the King of Negativity could have taken Brandon