Crack!
Tony Stark walked toward the Iron Monger Armor lying on the ground and lifted its faceplate.
The Iron Monger Armor slowly opened, revealing Obadiah Stane inside.
"I won."
Tony Stark stared at Obadiah, his face expressionless, but his eyes were complicated.
Obadiah Stane had once been like family to him.
Ever since his parents died, Obadiah had helped him with just about everything, from the company's affairs to his personal matters.
Looking back, perhaps Obadiah had been using him all along. But there was no denying that Obadiah had shielded him from countless storms, allowing him to live recklessly for all these years.
He had never suspected Obadiah of colluding with terrorists, continuing to sell weapons after the company announced it was shutting down its weapons division, or conspiring with the shareholders to force him off the board.
Was he stupid?
Of course not. He was a genius, recognized as one since childhood—a genius with both a high IQ and high emotional intelligence.
He hadn't doubted Obadiah because he didn't want to, and because he'd never dared to think too deeply about it.
When he learned that the Stark Group was still selling weapons, could he really not have thought of Obadiah? Of course he had.
But the first thing he did wasn't investigate the company. Instead, he put on his armor and went to Afghanistan.
That was his escape, his way of venting, and his attempt to make amends for the guilt and turmoil inside him.
Unfortunately, many things in life didn't simply disappear because you chose to avoid them for a while.
He truly didn't care about the position of chairman of the Stark Group. He could even force himself to pretend he didn't know that Obadiah had ordered someone to kill him.
But the horrific scenes