He walked into the room.
What should have been a spacious room was crammed with clutter and equipment. Carefully avoiding the rubbish in the hallway, Yang Bo followed the minimap toward the white dot.
He looked around and said with undisguised disgust:
"Ivan Vanko, are you sure this isn't a pigsty? You might be able to stand it, but can your father?"
The disgust in Yang Bo's voice snapped Ivan out of his daze at the doorway. The Healing Potion had taken effect the instant Ivan drank it, and his bleeding ear had already returned to normal. After his brush with death, however, his reactions were still sluggish.
Turning around and seeing Yang Bo heading toward his father's room, Ivan finally came fully to his senses. Suppressing his fear, he immediately said, "Stop right there!"
Beneath his wild, unruly exterior lay the heart of a devoted son. In the original story, Ivan's skills could have made him successful in the eyes of the world at any company he joined. Yet he had still followed his father's dying wish and sought to kill Tony Stark so his father could rest in peace.
Yang Bo turned to look at Ivan striding toward him and smiled. "You've felt the effects of the Potion I just gave you. Well? Don't you want to give it a try?"
"All I need is for you to work for me. Simple, isn't it? I'm sure you don't want your father to leave you like this. He's suffered his whole life. It's time he got to enjoy himself!"
The moment he finished speaking, Yang Bo froze.
Holy shit, how did a villain's lines come out of my mouth? Sigh... forget it. It's not like I'm a good person anyway!
Having talked himself around, Yang Bo smiled with the