Since You Want to Kill Me, Naturally I Have to Kill You

Tony wore a warm smile on his face, his gaze fixed steadily on Obadiah.

At this moment, Obadiah was also looking at the Shadow Ninjas that had suddenly appeared in the living room, his facial muscles twitching constantly as his expression turned ugly.

"Tony, what do you mean by this?"

"I am your uncle, do you really plan to kill me?"

Watching his blustering appearance, Tony hurriedly waved his hand. "Uncle Stane, you've wronged me. How could I possibly do such a thing? As long as you sell your shares to me, naturally I won't make things difficult for you."

"Otherwise..."

Tony did not continue, but Obadiah understood the underlying meaning in his words right away.

Sell the shares and naturally everything would be fine; if he didn't, Tony couldn't guarantee what would happen.

Through Tony's coercion, Obadiah also saw through a few more things.

The previous Tony had still been somewhat respectful toward him; the reason he had turned out like this now must be because he had discovered what he had done.

Only, how on earth had he found out, and where had this group of fellows who clearly weren't normal humans popped out from?

In the span of a mere instant, thousands of thoughts raced through his mind.

In the end, he still decided that a wise man submits to circumstances, gritting his teeth as he said, "Fine, I'll sell!"

"However, you must swear in your father's name that you will let me go afterward."

Obadiah spoke up; he knew that Tony outwardly had a rift and distance with his father, but in reality he still respected his father very much and would absolutely never make a joke of his father's name.

As for this condition, Tony did not hesitate at all, agreeing directly.

"Alright, no problem."

"I swear in my father's name that as long as you sell your group shares to me, I will let you go."

Hearing this, Obadiah visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and without any further hesitation, he picked up a pen and signed the share transfer contract on the table.

After he finished signing, Tony picked up the contract to inspect it, then flicked his fingers and smiled. "Done!"

"Can you let them let go now?" Obadiah said with a gloomy expression.

A brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Tony's face. "Sure."

"However, I said I would let you go, but I didn't say they would let you go. Since you want to kill me, naturally I have to kill you."

"Deal with him."

"Bastard, you liar!"

Obadiah instantly let out a roar, but before he could continue speaking, a cold blade slashed directly across his throat.

At once, a splash of blood blossomed at his throat.

Obadiah's vitality drained rapidly, his corpse collapsing onto the carpet while his gaze stared fixedly at Tony, dying with an unfulfilled grievance.

"If I don't kill you, wouldn't I be doing my predecessor a disservice?"

Tony gave a playful smile, lifting a foot to kick Obadiah's head aside as he walked toward the exterior of the villa.

Just as he stepped out of the living room, Tony saw the maid from earlier holding a tray of tea, looking at him in terror.

Clearly, everything that had happened in the living room just now had been seen by her.

Seeing this, Tony raised an eyebrow slightly and snapped his fingers directly. "Deal with her."

Before the maid could even react, a cold blade had already pierced through her chest, and another corpse was added to the floor once more.

With the maid's appearance, Tony also realized that he still needed to tie up loose ends, and immediately ordered twenty Shadow Ninjas to search the inside and outside of the villa to see if there were any other people.

After confirming that there were no other people, Tony proceeded to destroy the surveillance cameras inside the villa and had the Shadow Ninjas drag both corpses on the ground completely into the Shadow Kingdom to feed the Dark Creatures, only then leisurely leaving the villa.

Just not long after Tony left, a team of people arrived outside the villa.

They were Obadiah's bodyguards, who had been sent out by Obadiah earlier and were only now returning.

The group stood at the doorway of the villa, and the burly man in a suit leading them rang the doorbell, but after quite a while, no one came to open the door.

The expressions of these people shifted one after another, and they broke through the door directly.

As top-tier bodyguards, their strength was not the least bit weaker than the king of soldiers from a military region, and they quickly entered the villa.

They searched around a circle without finding Obadiah's figure, and at once everyone's expressions turned somewhat ugly.

Right at this moment, a bodyguard searching in the living room let out an exclamation.

"Boss, come quick!"

With those words, the leading suit-clad man strode over to the living room, immediately seeing that his team member was standing on the sofa.

His gaze subconsciously looked toward the sofa, spotting the specks of blood on it right away.

Instantly, his expression turned gloomy.

They were top-tier bodyguards; protecting their employer was their duty, and now that something had obviously happened to their employer, their career was finished.

A group of bodyguards unable to protect their employer-who would dare hire them.

"Boss, what do we do?"

A bodyguard asked in inquiry.

The lead bodyguard remained silent for a long time before finally sighing helplessly. "Call the police."

Soon, the U.S. Police Department arrived, sealing off the villa and investigating the traces at the scene.

On the other side, having left the villa, Tony walked directly toward Stark Industries, contacting Potts along the way to have her convene a shareholders' meeting.

Share transfers had to be notified to other shareholders to take effect, and at the same time Tony wanted to take this opportunity to see if he could drive all the shareholders out of the group and privatize Stark.

Of course, this idea was not urgent, merely an idea.

Of the shares in Stark Industries, Tony held seventy-five percent, and Obadiah held twenty percent.

The remaining five percent was split among three minor shareholders holding three percent, with the remaining two percent circulating in the stock market.

Now having acquired Obadiah's shares, Tony's stake had reached ninety-five percent, an absolute majority holding, and whether or not he reclaimed the remaining shares made no difference.

It was just that compared to ninety-five percent, Tony simply preferred the number one hundred percent.

Soon, Tony arrived at Stark Industries, taking his private elevator into his office.

This was his exclusive elevator, and besides him, no one else had the right to ride it.

Sitting in the office chair, Tony summoned Potts, and as the office door was pushed open, Tony's gaze subconsciously looked toward the entrance.

He saw Potts in a black suit set, wearing a white shirt underneath.

Her slender and long legs were wrapped in a pair of black silk stockings, and her black high heels made a rhythmic clack clack clack sound as she walked, causing Tony to take a few extra glances.

Fortunately, he still remembered the main business, quickly withdrawing his gaze to ask, "Has the news of my return been spread out?"

"Not yet, I was just planning to arrange a press conference tomorrow," Potts said with some strangeness.

"That's good. I'll give you a task: acquire the shares of that group of shareholders and buy back the equity."

"This... I'm afraid it will be very difficult. Obadiah won't give us this chance."

"He already knows the news of your return," Potts frowned and said.

Hearing this, a smile immediately bloomed on Tony's face as he pushed the contract forward. "Take a look at this."

Potts subconsciously picked up the contract on the table, and when she saw the contents clearly, a hint of shock instantly surfaced on her face.

"How is this possible? How did you do it!"