Hela

After an X-ray examination, Tony discovered that the man's arm bone had already broken under the immense force. When the dwarf had yanked it just now, it had twisted another nearly thirty degrees.

Seeing the dwarf realize he had caused trouble and even try to force it back into place, Tony hurriedly stepped forward.

"If you do that, his arm will be completely ruined. Though it's almost there already."

After stopping the dwarf, Tony conjured a cooler in his hand and froze the man's entire arm solid.

"What did you just say? My hand is going to be ruined?" the United States envoy asked in panic.

"You're still awake? That adrenaline's really doing its job, huh?"

Tony was somewhat surprised, then knocked the man unconscious with a single palm strike.

"All right, have someone drag him away."

After finishing up, Tony let out a breath. The dwarf also looked embarrassed as he watched the man get carried away by the emergency team.

"I'm really sorry. I got a little worked up just now and used too much strength."

Tony shook his head helplessly. "He's just an ordinary person. Don't compare him to your hammer!"

"I'll watch it next time, I'll watch it next time. By the way, weren't you fixing things in Asgard? Why are you back now?"

As the Dwarves' stationed envoy at the Trading Station, the dwarf knew Tony. Tony, meanwhile, unceremoniously handed him a list.

"Everything over there has been dealt with. Now I need some materials, but only you Dwarves can forge them. Sorry for the trouble, but I need you to sort them out for me."

The dwarf took the list and looked over the materials on it. "Hmm... no problem. I'll have someone prepare them right away. Do you want me to deliver them