Tony Kent looked remarkably like the real Iron Man, Tony Stark. They were at least eighty or ninety percent alike.
Fang Cheng was startled. At first glance, he'd thought Robert Downey Jr. was the mastermind behind everything.
But Fang Cheng had an exceptionally sharp eye. He soon noticed that something about Tony Kent's face looked slightly unnatural. He'd probably had plastic surgery to make himself look that way.
Good grief. A true fan dared to head straight for the firing range—and even dared to go under the knife for it.
"Tony, welcome back. You've worked hard. Come on, sit down."
Tony smiled as he spoke, but there wasn't a trace of happiness on his face—only obvious insincerity and a fake smile. "You brought back the video files from the experiment, right? Let me see them. I can hardly wait."
Baldy obediently sat in the chair in front of the desk, even though it was smeared with a large amount of some strange liquid that had soaked his pants.
He took a storage device from his clothes and respectfully held it out to Tony in both hands. "Mr. Tony, the video files are on here."
Tony took the device, plugged it into the computer, and began watching the videos.
At first, he watched with keen interest and a smile on his face. But when he saw Fang Cheng take Oli out with ease, his smile vanished and his expression turned cold.
Tony thought for a while before asking, "Tony, do you think this Blood Emperor is a Disaster-Class monster?"
Baldy considered the question before replying, "Probably not. The prevailing opinion internationally is that he likely received a great deal of outside help to defeat the Blood Queen. Even so, that's already terrifying."
He paused, then continued, "Maybe he's about as strong