Countless drops of blood formed a frigid steel wall more than ten meters thick in front of Joanna.
She wasn't thickheaded enough to charge straight into it, of course. Instead, she tried to go around.
But Fang Cheng's blood covered a vast area around them. No matter which way Joanna went, the solid steel walls blocked her path.
It only took a moment to read someone's thoughts. In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had finished going through Tony's memories.
The life of this North American Iron Man was actually pretty boring.
Tony Kent had inherited his arms company from his father. He'd been a rich second-generation kid with everything he could want since childhood, so the two words that defined his short life were "indulgence" and "pleasure."
Reading his memories was like reading the diary of some "master."
Slept with a celebrity today.
Slept with a heroine today.
No, I can't keep degenerating like this. I have to work hard to become Iron Man. I need to pick up the training plan I made earlier...
Slept with my secretary today.
Slept with my secretary's mom today.
Most of his memories from his short, thirty-something years were about sleeping with all kinds of women.
There were even men in there sometimes. That was just ridiculous.
Fang Cheng considered himself a lecher, but compared to Teacher Tony, he could only bow down in defeat.
After going through the memories, he finally understood why this guy, who was only around Hazard Level A+, had dared to fight him.
All he could say was: criticism made people humble, while flattery made them swell with arrogance.
And once someone got too full of himself, it was all over.
The reason was simple. Tony had always been an arrogant rich kid, though he did