After some back-and-forth, Tony Stark finally agreed, and Wenwu let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He was not afraid of being refused. What he feared was Tony Stark saying, "There's no way," and shattering the hope he had finally found.
Since the other man had not flatly refused and had instead agreed to meet and discuss it in detail, that meant resurrecting someone was not impossible for him.
At least there was hope. At least there was something to strive for.
Looking at the neatly lined-up subordinates in the hall, Wenwu stood with his hands behind his back and felt his long-dead heart finally showing signs of beating again.
Just as he had agreed with Tony over the phone, so long as his wife Ying Li could be resurrected, Wenwu was willing to pay any price.
Just as Wenwu, in high spirits, hopefully imagined reuniting with his wife in the future, a fierce-looking, one-armed Western man walked to his side, bowed slightly, and said respectfully:
"Boss, the helicopter has arrived."
"Set out!" Wenwu waved a hand, smiling as his voice rang out. "First, we're going to Macau. It's time to bring back my precious daughter, who's been lost outside for far too long."
"Yes!!!" ×N
The Ten Rings Brotherhood members answered in unison, including the one-armed brute and the masked killer who had somehow appeared on Wenwu's other side.
Their cries shook the heavens, and the clouds churned!
It looked like the weather was about to change.
Macau.
After running away from home at sixteen, Xu Xialing, determined to build an underworld empire no weaker than her father Wenwu's, went through a period of wandering life—crossed out—on-the-ground public-opinion research before ultimately choosing this relatively independent special administrative region far from the mainland as the place to make her