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"I heard you've always been at odds with Tony Stark. Wasn't it good of me to kill him for you? You'd have one less competitor."
Ivan Vanko spoke in a low voice, his body still rigidly rooted in place. The arm mounted on Li Si's shoulder was obviously a repulsor cannon, leaving him afraid to make any rash moves.
Li Si was unconcerned. He grinned. "Life without opponents is very boring. There's a saying in China: fighting others brings endless joy."
"But..."
Ivan Vanko seemed to want to keep persuading him, but the moment the word left his mouth, his tone abruptly turned sharp.
At the same time, a sudden change erupted.
Two metal whip cables slid from the insides of his elbows into his palms. Ivan Vanko gripped their handles with both hands, and as energy surged through them, the entire pair of metal whips instantly flared with pure white electricity.
Whoosh!
He broke free from the shoulder restraint, twisted around, and swung the whips in one fluid motion.
However, he had clearly picked the wrong target if he thought he could catch Li Si off guard. Setting aside Li Si's combat instincts and danger awareness, Li Si had already anticipated this move alone.
Coming here alone to attack Tony Stark, Ivan Vanko was already a desperado prepared to die. Even in the original story, after being severely injured and captured, he had still struggled to spit at Tony Stark. There was no way such obsessive hatred would be abandoned so easily.
"Not a bad design."
Li Si casually caught the energy whip with his left hand. He raised his right, and the palm-mounted ion pulse cannon immediately began charging—only for him to quickly lower it again.
Ivan Vanko had no protection whatsoever. Without money or resources, even