Ivan had no idea that Tony didn't care about Palladium Poisoning at all. When he heard the question, he saw no reason to hide anything and replied, "Anton Vanko. My father."
"Never heard of him!"
Tony quickly racked his brain again and again, but in the end, he still couldn't recall that name.
Ivan's face stiffened slightly. His family had regarded Tony as their lifelong enemy, yet Tony couldn't even remember his name. It was the ultimate insult.
"I'll watch you fall into the abyss, one step at a time, Tony!"
Ivan glared fiercely at Tony, then fell silent, making his attitude clear.
"Then you can watch from your cell. I'll even send you a bar of soap."
Tony stood up. He wanted to look into that name himself.
After leaving the cell, Tony mulled over Ivan's question. No matter how famous he was, he still couldn't replace the role of the prison system, so in the end, Ivan would have to be handed over to the authorities.
Now that Tony had no more pressing worries, he could think about the bigger picture.
Operating Iron Armor required two essential things: a power source and an operating system. After all, you couldn't just put on all that metal and expect it to move. It needed a system to assist with its operation.
There were other issues to consider, but those were the two most important. As long as someone had both, replicating his Iron Armor would no longer be a fantasy.
Tony knew better than anyone how powerful Iron Armor was. That was why he dared to boast to the media that he had maintained world stability.
So he absolutely couldn't let this kind of armor become widespread. That was also why he'd refused to give in, no matter how much