The hood was ripped off roughly, nearly wrenching Tony Stark's neck. Under the blinding light, Tony could barely keep his eyes open, yet he still struggled to adjust. He tried to widen his eyes and make out the faces of the people who had kidnapped him. Who exactly were they? In all of America, even the entire world, how many people would dare kidnap him? He, Tony Stark, was the chosen one of the world, adored by countless people. Who had dared lay a hand on him?
As the sole heir of the Stark Family and the man in control of the trillion-dollar Stark Group, Tony had carried the title of genius since childhood and lived a pampered life. Even when researching weapons and missiles, he had heaps of employees and his Artificial Intelligence to handle the tedious work for him. When had this proud playboy ever suffered such a crushing loss?
He had actually been kidnapped! He had finally managed to sneak out and cut loose for once, only for this to happen!
It was not as though no one had ever targeted him over the years, but every previous attempt had ended without danger. A situation like this was unprecedented—the first of its kind in his life.
Tony was proud. Even if he had been kidnapped, the other side could only be after money or technology. It could not be anything else. He was merely a giant in the arms industry.
Before his eyes had fully adjusted, he took the initiative to speak. "What do you want? Money? I'm just an ordinary person. You've definitely kidnapped the wrong man. In fact, I think this is a misunderstanding..."
Before he could finish, a heavy punch slammed viciously into his stomach. Tony could not withstand it at all. He dropped