Tony: Millions in Minutes? Kid, It's More Than That!

Faced with five hundred million, even Toby's tone changed:

"Mr. Five Hundred Million—oh, no, Mr. Stark, I guarantee I'll get you home safely as quickly as possible. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Mr. Moneybags Stark saw this proud superpowered individual fall before the power of his money, and a confident smile returned to his face. He pointed at the steel parts in the corner.

"Ahem, then please help me pack up my 'luggage.' I want to take it back as a souvenir."

Although Tony did not explicitly say what that pile of steel parts was, Toby, who had read the original story, naturally knew they were components of the prototype for the first-generation Iron Man armor.

But since Tony had not said so outright, Toby would not ask unnecessary questions.

After all, he was not particularly interested in Iron Man armor.

To him, the heavy, bulky armor would do nothing but hinder Spider-Man's incredible agility, aside from allowing him to fly.

So Toby merely raised his hand and fired a fan-shaped web, wrapping the parts in the corner before pulling them back and slinging them over his shoulder.

Tony could not help glancing curiously at the wrist from which Toby had fired the webbing.

He had clearly seen that the other man was not carrying any sort of launcher. That web-like substance had come directly from his wrist!

Still, Tony did not ask any unnecessary questions either.

After all, the greatest taboo among superhumans was having others pry into their powers.

Those powers were the trump cards they relied on to survive. How could they casually tell others about them?

What if someone targeted them afterward?

For example, Tony himself was confident that if he knew the other party's exact abilities, he could manufacture countermeasures tailored specifically to them.

Like anti-Spider-Man armor...

"Mr. Stark, are there any other souvenirs you need to take with you?"

Only when Toby spoke did Tony finally look away from Toby's wrist.

Tony shook his head. "You should just call me Tony. Other than this, everything else in this cave only disgusts me, so there's no need..."

After saying that, Tony asked, "By the way, I still don't know what to call you. Your name, or your codename?"

"If you were some ordinary client, I'd usually only tell you my codename. But you're worth five hundred million, so you're a major client. And I think there's a chance we might have a long-term partnership in the future, so..."

Toby raised a hand to his mask and slowly pulled it off, revealing his face.

"Toby Parker. That's my name."

Hearing that familiar name and seeing a face he vaguely remembered, Tony was somewhat surprised.

"So it's you—the genius kid The New York Times praised two years ago as someone who nearly surpassed me?"

"Because of that title, I even had Pepper personally recruit you back then. I wanted to see just how much of a genius you were, but you turned me down!"

"Who would've thought that instead of getting a job, you went off to become a superhero!"

Toby raised his index finger and shook it at Tony, replying flatly.

"No, no, no. I didn't become a superhero. Superheroes save people out of obligation. I charge money to save people. I went out to make money."

Tony looked puzzled. "It's only a difference in money. Does it really matter?"

The corner of Toby's mouth twitched. "Only a tiny difference in money? Tsk, there's really no talking to someone like you, who makes millions every minute..."

Tony merely smiled disdainfully. "Millions every minute? Kid, it's not that little~"

With that, reeking of money, Tony took the lead and headed outside.

Meanwhile, Toby silently changed the raised index finger behind Tony's back into a middle finger.

"Damn, he really can brag. Millions per minute is 'not that little'? No matter how awesome Stark Industries is, earning over a billion dollars a day would mean I was still lowballing him, right..."

Yinsen, who had been standing there like an NPC, suddenly said, "Uh, Mr. Parker, that might actually be true. I remember Tony saying that before he was captured, he seemed to have just signed a weapons order worth over ten billion with the military..."

Toby fell silent upon hearing that.

But it was not because a single deal worth over ten billion had stunned him into silence. He was wondering whether he had asked for too little earlier!

Five hundred million seemed like pocket change to this guy!

But a deal was a deal once agreed upon. Toby had always insisted on fixed prices—no haggling, and no raising the price afterward.

So it was not like he could go back on his word now.

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However, Toby's smile quickly returned.

Because he had just thought of a way to make another huge sum from Tony—perhaps even two huge sums!

But first, he had to get him home...

As they made their way out, Tony walked through the cave and saw either Sunny Dolls hanging from the ceiling by webs or headless dolls stuck to the cave walls. Though surprised, he was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, he felt an immense sense of satisfaction!

Because nearly every one of these guys had beaten him and Yinsen during the past two months!

That five hundred million had been so damn worth it!

After walking out of the cave and seeing the watchtower covered in hanging teru teru bozu dolls, Tony was dumbfounded. He mechanically turned to Toby.

"What the fuck... can you tell me how you did that? There were so many of those guys, and not a single one noticed you?"

Toby only gave him one reply. "How many FPS players have you seen who look up?"

That one sentence silenced even the richest man in the world.

After a long while, Tony secretly swore to himself that once his new armor was built, he would definitely pay more attention to what was above his head during combat!

After all, he had no desire to cosplay as a teru teru bozu doll!

While Tony and Yinsen stared in amazement at the teru teru bozu dolls hanging all over the watchtower, Toby had already swung away on webbing to retrieve the car he had hidden in the distance.

Want to ask how he swung on webs in the desert?

Don't ask. If you had to ask, Peter's parents were hanging up in the sky.

They were all members of the Parker Family. Borrowing a place to hang from was no problem, right?

When he saw Toby drive back, Yinsen got in without hesitation. He had long been desperate to leave that devilish cave.

But Tony stood by the car door, gazing at the cave in the distance with a complicated expression, taking a long time to get in.

Seeing this from the driver's seat, Toby leaned his head out and teased, "What, getting attached to the place after living there?"

Tony shook his head and got into the car, his voice turning low.

"No. I'm just wondering who sold Stark Industries weapons to the Ten Rings, and who exactly the traitor within Stark Industries is..."

Toby's eyes flashed at that, and he realized his big payday had arrived.

So he decided to give Tony a little something first, let him enjoy himself, so that when it came time to name a price, Tony could offer one that would make Toby happy too.

Toby pointed at the trunk and smiled. "There's an RPG in there. If you really don't want your products left behind, then out of sight, out of mind—blow them up with one shot..."

Tony raised a brow. "Oh? Didn't expect a money-grubber like you to be such a nice guy."

After saying that, Tony didn't stand on ceremony. He immediately ran to the trunk, pulled out the RPG, returned to the back seat, and shut the door.

Then Tony leaned half his body out the car window and patted the side of the car.

"Okay, Toby, I'm ready. Drive us a little farther out before I fire. The weapons I make don't misfire. If I shoot from this distance, we'll both get blasted into the sky!"

Toby didn't reply. He simply stomped on the accelerator and shot forward.

Once the distance was safely beyond Tony's calculations, Tony took aim and pulled the trigger.

Although Tony's handgun accuracy was so terrible that Rhodey had mocked him for it, with an RPG equipped with a scope, and that mountain-sized pile of weapons, there was no way he could miss that badly.

The rocket streaked forward with a long tail of flame and successfully hit the weapons pile, detonating in a blaze that surged into the sky!

For an instant, that orange-red fire seemed to illuminate the entire desert night sky, as well as Tony's face, lit up with an excited smile.

To put it in the words of a domineering CEO novel, the young master had not smiled this happily in a long time...

Seeing this through the rearview mirror, Toby felt the timing was about right.

Tony had gotten his fun. It was time to talk business.

So after Tony pulled himself back in through the window, Toby tossed a USB drive into the back seat.

Tony caught it instinctively and looked at Toby in confusion. "What's this? Your treasured collection of porn torrents?"

Toby: ...

After several seconds of silence, Toby finally said meaningfully, "You wouldn't be wrong to put it that way. And it comes with SM, bondage, and wet scenes too..."

Tony's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he slipped the USB drive into his pocket.

"Oh! If you put it that way, then I'll gladly take it. Once I get home, I'll make sure to savor it properly."

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