Looking at Potts and her thoroughly displeased expression, Tony gave a light cough and said, "I'm not going to meet those guys from the Tax Bureau. I've taken the company private, so what does that have to do with them? Let them do whatever they're supposed to do."
"As for the press conference, let's hold it this afternoon. Since things are already settled, there's no need to keep hiding it."
"Right, do me a favor later and clean up the 'trash' upstairs."
With that, Tony walked into the bathroom on his own to wash up, while Potts glared at his back and cursed through gritted teeth.
"Asshole!"
After the curse, she had no choice but to head upstairs with a heart full of frustration, and soon she chased several women out of the villa.
Having finished breakfast together with Tony, the two headed to the company together.
As the head of the company, although Tony had dumped most matters onto Potts, some documents still required his personal signature to become effective.
Combined with the period of time he had been missing, the company had accumulated a massive backlog of documents waiting for processing.
Therefore, for the next few days, Tony was chained to the company, working like an ox and a horse through sheer hardship.
And right during these few days that Tony was toiling away, a major event happened in New York: a guy calling himself Spider-Man burst onto the scene, fighting crime within New York City.
For a time, everyone throughout New York City was discussing this Spider-Man who had popped up out of nowhere.
Some felt he was New York's guardian deity, while others felt that although this guy fought crime, his use of violent force to counter violence made him no different from those criminals.
As for the attitude of the New York police, it was even more obvious-the emergence of this guy was practically a slap to their faces, as they were the law enforcement officers and guardians of New York, so they directly issued an arrest warrant.
However, if you asked who was most furious about Spider-Man, it was probably Kingpin.
As the overlord who controlled eighty percent of New York City's underground transactions, all the businesses Spider-Man hit were his.
Because of Spider-Man, he had lost tens of millions of golden dollars during this period.
Naturally, Kingpin didn't care about this small amount of money, but he could not allow anyone to provoke his majesty.
Inside a tall building, Kingpin sat calmly in an office chair, while in front of him, the burly man in a suit who had previously received Tony stood in place with a solemn expression.
He was Kingpin's trusted confidant, Daniel Brown, responsible for managing various businesses within New York City.
"How is the investigation going? Has that fellow's identity been figured out?"
Kingpin's voice, devoid of any discernible joy or anger, sounded, causing Daniel's heart to involuntarily chill; the calmer Kingpin was, the more it meant he was furious, and at this moment he didn't dare to touch the tiger's whiskers, hurriedly speaking up.
"Mr. Wilson, I'm sorry, I haven't found out his specific identity."
That fellow moves too fast for us to keep up with him, and every time he appears without any warning. I mobilized most of the surveillance within New York City and still couldn't find a glimpse of him before his disguise.
Having spoken, Daniel lowered his head in panic, terrified that Kingpin would fly into a rage and implicate him.
Fortunately, Kingpin didn't blow his top, only turning his head to look at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and murmuring to himself, "Is this the person you've been looking for?"
With that, Kingpin picked up his phone and dialed Tony's number.
At Stark Industries Tower, Tony, who was busy at work, heard the phone ring.
"JARVIS, put it through."
"Right away, sir."
The next second, Kingpin's voice echoed in the office.
"I think the person you're looking for has appeared."
Hearing this, Tony's hand signing documents paused.
"So fast?"
"Where is he?"
"I don't know."
Kingpin said it as a matter of course, causing the corner of Tony's mouth to twitch.
"Then what's his name?"
"Spider-Man."
Hearing this name, Tony raised an eyebrow, though his eyes held no great surprise.
He wasn't familiar with the sequence of superhero appearances, but because of New York City, he had always felt that this little spider was likely the first one he would come into contact with.
He had also tried to track down his location, but New York was too big, with a resident population in the tens of millions; trying to find someone based on a single name, even with his mastery of Stark Industries, was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
At that moment, Kingpin's voice sounded once more.
"What do you plan to do?"
At these words, the corner of Tony's mouth curved upward. "Simple. You arrange for people to carry out an illegal transaction and draw him out."
"As for the rest, just leave it to me to handle."
"Fine, then tonight. I'll arrange for the transaction to take place in Manhattan; that's an area he frequently haunts."
Kingpin directly agreed, then hung up the phone.
Tony also put down the documents in his hand at that moment, stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the bustling masses below, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"A former superhero ultimately falling into a dark villain-that should be quite interesting."
As he spoke, Tony couldn't help but chuckle.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and a alluring figure walked in.
She was Tony's new secretary, Natasha. As for Potts, she was now the CEO of Stark Industries, and thus no longer held the position of secretary.
Originally, according to Potts's intentions, a male secretary was supposed to be arranged for Tony.
But this decision was resolutely opposed by Tony, which was why Natasha successfully took the position through her own conditions.
"Mr. Tony, these are the documents Miss Potts asked me to deliver. They require your signature."
Natasha wore a pair of glasses, and an intellectual aura emanated from her body, making her extremely captivating.
Yet Tony, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, didn't even spare her a glance, merely waving his hand. "Just put them down."
Seeing this, Natasha could only set the documents down, looking at Tony's back with a puzzled expression.
The script wasn't going the way she had imagined! Wasn't this guy a playboy?
She had been on the job for several days now, so why hadn't she seen this guy hit on her?
Was she not beautiful and charming enough?
Impossible!
Natasha decisively vetoed that possibility.
Then, looking at Tony's back, she hesitated for a moment before actively stepping forward and placing her hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Mr. Tony, are you tired? I've learned Chinese massage, which can relieve fatigue. Would you like to try it?"
As she spoke, Natasha's pair of soft, delicate hands began massaging Tony's shoulders.
At that moment, the distance between their bodies was no more than a centimeter, and Tony could even smell the fresh fragrance emanating from her body, one that could stir the desires deep within a person's heart.
Immediately, Tony turned around to look at Natasha, and Natasha's large, pretty eyes involuntarily radiated an alluring brilliance.
The neckline at her chest, whether intentionally or not, happened to reveal the scenery within.
Yet the scenario she had imagined did not occur; instead, Tony's brow furrowed directly.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing this, the expression on Natasha's face froze, somewhat at a loss for how to answer. Wasn't her hint obvious enough?
Meanwhile, Tony continued, "Get your identity straight, do your job well, and cut out this messy nonsense. Out, now, immediately, right this instant!"
"Oh, oh, right away, Mr. Tony."
Natasha responded in a fluster and walked out of the office. Once outside, her mind was still buzzing.
Had she just been dismissed and rejected?
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