Iron Man vs. Whiplash

The air in Monaco was salty and humid, mixed with the rubbery smell of burnt tires—and the scent of money.

The roar of engines came wave after wave, making hearts tremble. The F1 Grand Prix, a playground for the rich.

Chu Hang sat in the most luxurious VIP box, looking down at the sun-scorched track. Dressed in a casual suit, he was here as Anthony Chen, the second-largest shareholder of Stark Industries.

He held a glass of champagne, watching bubbles rise and burst. He had no interest in racing, nor in this money-burning spectacle. He had come for only one thing.

To claim a trophy.

The atmosphere in the VIP box was nowhere near as relaxed as he was.

"Tony, you can't do this!" Pepper Potts was nearly frantic. Dressed in a sharp business suit, she desperately tried to pull Tony away from the racing suit. "It's too dangerous!"

"What's dangerous about it?" Tony shrugged carelessly as he put on his fireproof suit. "It's my team, my car. Can't I drive a couple of laps and give the audience a little treat?"

He had been chatting with the team manager earlier and, on a whim, decided to race himself. The decision threw the entire team into chaos.

"The problem is huge!" Pepper's temples throbbed with anger. "You're the CEO! Not a race car driver!"

"Relax, Pepper." Tony zipped up his suit and winked at her. "I'm a better pilot than most pilots. Driving a car is nothing."

Happy Hogan, the loyal bodyguard standing nearby, looked utterly dead inside. He wanted to talk Tony out of it, but he knew it was useless. All he could do was resign himself to picking up a helmet and carefully checking it over.

Chu Hang watched the scene with interest. Tony Stark was like