S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Consultant

Tony Stark was silent for a full five seconds on the other end of the line.

Chu Hang could practically picture his expression right now—a complicated mix of disbelief, extreme irritation, and intense curiosity.

"A helicopter... used like a baseball?" Tony's voice sounded as though it had been squeezed through clenched teeth. "Are you sure you're not watching a live broadcast of some B-grade monster movie?"

"Way more exciting than that." Chu Hang chuckled. "By the way, I punched the other big guy several hundred meters away. He should still be stuck in some building, unable to dig himself out. All right, I'm not chatting anymore. I need to clean up the mess. Remember, if your new toy doesn't make an appearance soon, you won't be getting invitations to parties like this in the future."

With that, Chu Hang hung up.

In the underground workshop of the Malibu villa, Tony Stark stood where he was, phone in hand, his expression shifting constantly.

Through the satellite feed connected by JARVIS, he had just seen the Harlem district's devastation, as though it had been struck by a meteor, along with blurry footage of the two giants rampaging through it. He knew Chu Hang had not been lying.

One punch... sent someone flying several hundred meters?

That pure, violent, unimaginable physical power struck deep at Tony's prideful heart.

He could fly, fire energy cannons, and calculate with perfect precision. But his Iron Man armor currently lacked the primal beauty of overwhelming strength crushing all opposition.

"JARVIS!" He spun around, blazing fighting spirit in his eyes. "Simplify every single testing procedure for Mark 4! I don't care how you do it—I want to see it flying within twenty-four hours!"

"Sir, that does not comply with safety protocols..."

"Then rewrite the protocols!" Tony cut JARVIS