A few minutes later.
After Yang Bo told him about the bitter history between his father and Anton Vanko, Tony rubbed his swollen cheek and stood up from the ground, thinking that he really needed to work on his hand-to-hand combat skills.
Looking at Ivan, who had produced a toothpick from somewhere and stuck it in his mouth, Tony held out his hand with a stiff expression and said:
"I'm sorry about what happened to your father!"
Yang Bo's eyes widened. He really hadn't expected Tony to back down.
With a mocking smile, Ivan slapped the back of Tony's hand rather than shaking it. "You don't need to apologize to me!"
"Just because my father wanted to make money from the reactor, your father had him expelled from the United States and shipped off to a place like Siberia..."
"Do you know how he lived for those twenty-odd years?"
He pointed at the towering Stark Tower behind Tony. "Tony, you make money from your inventions too. Tell me, shouldn't you be sent out into the wilderness of the American West?"
Tony was left speechless. Ivan sneered, stepped forward, and tapped the reactor in Tony's chest. "Palladium poisoning is painful. I don't want to see you die just like that..."
"Otherwise, I'd miss out on a lot of fun!"
Then he turned away and began inspecting the Cable armor. This had been its first real battle, and plenty of problems had surfaced.
Yang Bo walked over and patted Tony on the shoulder. "Mr. Tony, it's time for me to go. I don't like being on TV..."
The battle had ended, and news helicopters had already appeared overhead. As far as Yang Bo was concerned, these reporters were probably the most efficient people in the United States.
"Tony... Tony, are you all