Minor Surgery

Seeing Yake frown without saying anything, Tony prepared to suggest another option.

"If that really won't work..."

"Fine. I'll wait for your arrangements. Maybe I can learn even more this way."

Yake extended his right hand to Tony.

The two exchanged phone numbers, then Tony and Yake went their separate ways. Yake used his abilities without any reservations. Ordinary people could not notice him, but those with ulterior motives could. In any case, Yake had no intention of deliberately hiding himself.

Yake's immense strength gave him unparalleled confidence. The most annoying things in America were not those superheroes or supervillains, but Hydra lurking in the shadows and greedy politicians.

Two days later, Tony called.

"Mr. Yake, interested in making a trip to the Stark Industries Building? I think I'm ready."

"Mm, I'll be there right away."

Yake hung up, pulled out his phone to Google Stark Tower's location, and then vanished.

Tony had just hung up and drained a glass of green drink when Yake was already standing before him.

"God, don't you even need to drive?"

Tony nearly spat it out, but fortunately, he knew Yake meant no harm. Otherwise, he would have called security.

"Cars are too slow. I might as well travel through cables! Those things are fast!"

The "speed of electricity" was roughly 300,000 kilometers per second. Especially within specially made cables, Yake's speed rose to another level. If he wanted to, crossing all of America in a minute was no dream.

Yake looked around. As expected of Marvel's richest man's company—the decor was truly luxurious, brimming with technological flair without losing its extravagance. Even the red sofa was soft.

Tony said with great interest, "All right! I think I roughly understand your abilities. Let me guess—you can turn into electricity?"

"No. More accurately, I am