Linda looked utterly baffled.
"...Leaving aside whether you're trying to get yourself killed, why go to all this trouble? What's the point? Especially when you're targeting the Destroyer."
Even Adam couldn't withstand ten of your critical-hit punches.
The Destroyer, whose strength was comparable to Thanos's, was just another weakling in front of you.
Was picking on the weak really fun for a mighty Demon King?
Tony raised a finger and wagged it. "No, no, no. You don't understand."
He snapped his fingers, teleporting a refrigerator over from the Dark Empire.
Then Tony took a piece of frozen meat out of the refrigerator.
Next, Tony warmed his palm slightly. The ice coating the meat began to melt, leaving his hand wet.
Then Tony put the frozen meat back in the refrigerator.
He held his palm out to Linda. "Look. What's left on my hand?"
Linda looked at his palm, speechless. "Grease."
Tony grinned brightly. "Stir things up a little, and you get to grease your palms."
If he didn't give the Ancient One the Time Stone and the Space Stone, if he didn't stir things up...
Where was he supposed to get his cut?
This was something he had to stir up. The more trouble he made, the more profit there was.
If you didn't stir things up, nothing would happen. How were you supposed to gorge yourself on profits then?
Linda was utterly speechless. "You're nothing like a Demon King. You're more like a merchant with no concern for his dignity."
More precisely, a shameless shit-stirrer.
Tony smiled and winked. "Want to make a deal?"
Linda felt as though a demon had set his sights on her, and she shifted involuntarily. "What kind of deal?"
"The Anti-Demon Alliance Army courageously opposes the Dark Empire. To support the Anti-Demon Alliance Army