Tony was already starting to speak incoherently.
That was because he understood Shen Mo's true identity, and knew where his current power and confidence came from. If the others gained this kind of power as well, they would become a truly formidable threat capable of defeating him.
Not to mention—
Thor's sister herself was terrifying beyond measure.
Yet faced with Tony's agitated expression, Thor seemed somewhat lacking in interest—or rather, depressed and dispirited.
Think about everything he had gone through today.
First, his homeland had been invaded. Then he had lost his beloved father. He had even lost his beloved hammer, only for his own sister to seize his kingdom and throne.
Thor had never lost so much in his entire life as he had lost in this single day.
As Tony spoke, he also noticed that Thor's condition was somewhat off.
He fell silent.
After a long while, he suddenly reached out and gave Thor's shoulder a hard slap.
"Buddy, so are you going to give up?"
"What?" Thor asked reflexively.
"You have indeed suffered misfortune. You lost your father and your throne, so are you going to give up? Hide somewhere with no one around, numb yourself with beer and doughnuts, like the homeless people you can see everywhere in this country." Tony stared into Thor's eyes. "If you really want to do that, I won't blame you. But I have to say, I must stop your sister."
Thor looked at Tony, shame appearing on his face, but it quickly turned into deep dejection.
He murmured, "But I also lost my hammer."
"Yes, I know. You lost your father and your throne. I'm very sorry for you." Tony nodded.
"No, you don't understand. The hammer is different." Thor grew even more despondent.
"Are you saying the hammer is