Ultimate Torment, Obadiah's Life Worse Than Death!

Tony's expression turned ugly this time.

Because Obadiah was absolutely right—the Arc Reactor really would kill him!

And it would probably kill him far sooner than Obadiah imagined...

Because after hearing Yinsen's hopes for him, he had already planned to do the right thing once he finished building the next generation of Iron Man armor.

And using the Iron Man armor would inevitably increase the Arc Reactor's energy output, causing the palladium radiation in his body to spread faster, poisoning him faster—and naturally killing him faster as well...

But Obadiah had gotten one thing wrong: who said you couldn't question someone you knew was doomed to die?

Tony removed his foot from Obadiah and smiled.

"You're right. I really might die in the future, and I might not be able to get anything out of you..."

Obadiah sneered. "So the cowardly you is planning to put me out of my misery?"

"No. So I'm planning to have someone else question you~"

Tony wagged a finger, then suddenly looked at Toby, who was watching the show from the sofa. "As a hired killer, you know interrogation methods, right?"

"Are you questioning my professionalism?"

Toby, who had abruptly gone from spectator to protagonist, raised an eyebrow and got up from the sofa, patting his butt.

Tony smiled. "No, I just want to witness your professionalism. So go ahead and open my eyes..."

Toby folded his arms and said calmly, "But that's an extra service."

"I'll pay more!" Tony folded his arms too, looking completely confident.

"As you wish..."

Toby normally didn't take on extra services—like a food delivery rider being asked to pick up a pack of cigarettes downstairs for the customer.

But Tony was a rich guy who tipped generously enough...

Making money wasn't anything to be ashamed of!

When Obadiah saw Toby—the one who had nearly kicked him half to death and given him a taste of high-speed trunk drifting—walking toward him, he instinctively scooted backward in fear.

Before the interrogation had even begun, Toby had already won completely in terms of sheer presence.

Toby strode up to Obadiah, crouched down, and rubbed his bald head with one hand, smiling faintly.

"Now, be a good boy and tell my employer everything he wants to know. Save me the trouble, and save yourself the pain, okay?"

Hearing that, Obadiah lowered his head in thought. After an intense internal struggle, he finally decided...

"Fuck! You!"

Watching Obadiah give him the internationally recognized friendly gesture, Toby's smile slowly vanished. "Ah, what a naughty old child..."

Riiip—!

With a tearing sound, Carl, who had just been rubbing Obadiah's shiny bald head, suddenly yanked her hand upward, tearing off a huge chunk of scalp along with it!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH—!"

Unlike Tony's kick earlier, which had drawn a half-real, half-fake scream, this time Obadiah was genuinely in too much pain to hold back!

After all, a huge piece of scalp had been forcibly ripped right off his head!

Not only was Obadiah in pain—even Tony and Yinsen, witnessing the scene, sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively took a step back!

Damn, that really was unbearably headache-inducing to watch!

Yet Toby, the culprit, expressionlessly glanced at the large piece of scalp caught on the barbs of his hand. He retracted the barbs, and the scalp fell to the ground.

Then, ignoring Obadiah's bloody head—which he wanted to cover but didn't dare actually touch—countless tiny barbs grew from Toby's palm again. He precisely slapped it onto the wound where Obadiah's scalp was missing!

Then Tony grabbed his bald head and started rubbing it again!

This time was different from before. Obadiah's head no longer had his scalp for protection, and Toby's hand was covered in countless barbs scraping against the wound!

The sensation was so "refreshing" that Obadiah practically ascended to heaven, his soul nearly flying out through the patch of missing scalp!

His screams were countless times worse than a pig being slaughtered for New Year!

The sheer torture made Tony and Yinsen so psychologically uncomfortable that their minds went blank.

Brains, please don't think about it. Just thinking about it made their heads hurt...

Seeing himself torturing the man while Tony asked nothing, Toby couldn't help saying speechlessly, "Hey, if you just want to torture him, you can take your time and do it yourselves. But if you want to ask questions, you should hurry while he's still conscious, okay?"

Reminded by Toby, Tony finally snapped out of the shock caused by Toby's bloody methods and remembered why they were here.

"Oh, right, we haven't asked anything yet. Can't let him die. Stop for now, Toby."

Hearing the customer's command, Toby finally stopped rubbing his head.

However, he did not retract the barbs on his palm. Instead, he used them to hook Obadiah's head and lifted his whole body up to face Tony.

By now, Obadiah was in so much pain that his eyes had rolled back.

Tony couldn't help asking, "Are you sure he's still conscious like this?"

Toby said nothing, merely tightening the five fingers gripping Obadiah's head slightly.

That immediately made Obadiah scream again:

"Ahhh!! I'm awake! I'm awake! I'm very awake now! Please, stop squeezing!!!"

Only then did Toby sneer:

"You old bastard, weren't you so fond of putting on an act? I liked that unruly attitude you had earlier. How about you bring it back?"

Obadiah's face was covered in his own blood and cold sweat. He weakly surrendered to Tony:

"You win... Tell him to stop... Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything..."

Tony gave Toby a look at that.

Toby retracted the barbs from his palm, allowing Obadiah to collapse onto the floor.

Tony looked down from above at Obadiah, who could no longer stand, and took a deep breath.

"First question: how many of my weapons did you secretly sell to terrorists? When did you start? Where did you sell them, and to whom?"

Obadiah panted painfully, but he still could not hide the contempt in his eyes as he looked at Tony.

"How many? Heh. To be honest, even I've lost count!"

"As for when I started, naturally, it was after your stubborn father died. You spent every day drowning your sorrows in bars, and Stark Industries was entirely under my control!"

"And where I sold them, and to whom? That's even more. The Middle East, Russia, Syria, Sokovia—wherever there was war, there were Stark weapons I sold. They were everywhere! Hahahahaha!"