Tony chewed on a cheeseburger, feeling like he had come back to life.
Tony Stark was arrogant by nature. His greatest trait was his refusal to admit defeat. Whether out of pride or conceit, Tony was not someone who gave in easily. He turned up his collar, shielding his neck just right.
A large crowd gathered around him, asking after his well-being and worrying that something had happened to this favored son of heaven. The officers, in particular, shot Donnie hostile looks in an ingratiating display of loyalty and closeness to Tony.
To the military, Tony was a genuine cash cow. Every year, they bought all manner of high-tech weapons from the Stark Group.
"Mr. Stark, I heard your latest Jericho Missile has been successfully developed?"
"I understand what you mean, but you'll have to get someone higher up to talk to me." Tony spoke indistinctly through a mouthful of burger.
Donnie wanted the unit to stay and help them wipe out the Vampires, but he was haughtily refused. "Our orders are to rescue Mr. Stark. We have received no orders to assist you."
Before boarding the helicopter, Tony asked Donnie and the others to kill more of those things for him. In all his years, he had never suffered such a loss. If Donnie had not arrived in time, he would have become a Vampire long ago. This was a grudge too great to let go.
One could imagine how earth-shattering this news would be once it reached the upper ranks. The Vampires had disregarded the rules and attacked someone important, crossing the bottom line. A bloody retaliation was necessary. The human faction had not spent all these years being pushovers, and they never held back when dealing with Vampires.
Blade and Whistler were somewhat irritated. With such a