"Want some?"
Uvogin was stunned. He pointed at the plates on the table and kindly suggested it.
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Obadiah's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly.
I'd have to be fucking insane to eat your leftovers!
And look at these plates you licked clean and shiny. There isn't even a single grain of rice left on them. What am I supposed to eat?
Put on a show of eating air?
Emotional value from Obadiah Stane +677
In the end, Obadiah forced himself to endure it and steered the topic back to the mission.
"Don't worry, Stane. Killing one person isn't any more complicated than slaughtering a chicken!"
Uvogin waved a hand and smiled confidently.
"It's good that you're confident."
Obadiah pulled out several documents from beneath him and handed them over, introducing them to him.
"This is Tony Stark's daytime schedule for the day after tomorrow.
His lackey Happy has already been tied up by me with trivial matters, and the front-desk staff and the new driver have also been bought off by me with money..."
At this point, Obadiah pointed to a certain stretch of road on another document. "You'll wait here for Stark to appear."
He placed a phone on the table and pushed it toward Uvogin, signaling for him to pick it up.
"Once Tony Stark's convoy is spotted passing through here, my men will contact you in advance. All you need to do is focus and complete the mission.
Once it's done, the ten-million-dollar payment will absolutely be delivered with both hands!"
Uvogin said nothing. He quickly memorized the location on the map, then casually shook his hand, using Nen to shatter them into powder.
Seeing that move, Obadiah felt even more confident.
He smiled and waved for the waiter to bring more fine wine,