Tony spoke without the slightest courtesy, his words plunging into Mark's heart like a blade and making his expression grow increasingly ugly.
"Mr. Tony, what do you mean by that?"
"You may have funded me, but I've done plenty for you over the years. We're partners. I'm not your subordinate."
Mark spoke with righteous indignation, making Tony laugh outright. But Tony hadn't come to argue about that.
Settling into a comfortable position, Tony leaned back against the sofa and said calmly, "Tell me who's targeting Stark Industries. Tell the truth. This is your last chance."
"How would I know? I'm on your side."
Mark spread his hands, playing dumb.
At the sight, a cold glint flashed through Tony's eyes. "So confident, aren't you? Do you really think there's nothing I can do to you?"
"Mr. Tony, what do you mean? How would I know who Stark Industries has offended? Shouldn't you be asking yourselves that? Why come to me?"
Mark kept playing dumb, and Tony finally lost his patience.
Snap!
He snapped his fingers, and a Shadow Ninja instantly materialized behind Mark. An icy blade fell across his finger.
Before Mark could react, pain shot through his hand, and his little finger was severed.
"Aah!"
Agonizing pain surged through him, and Mark screamed.
"Fuck! You bastard! When did he get here?"
Clutching his right hand, Mark stared at the Shadow Ninja behind him in shock and fury, roaring at Tony.
Tony remained unmoved. He merely picked up the teacup from the table, took a sip, and said casually, "You can keep brushing me off. But every time you give me an answer I don't like, he'll cut off another finger."
"Don't worry, he's good at this. If I tell him to cut off a finger, that's all he'll cut. He