Finally getting his hands on the thing he had been looking forward to for so long, Stark hurriedly took it, unable to put it down.
No man could resist a Dark Saber that extended and retracted with a humming sound.
"I'll move my workshop to Stark Tower in a few days. This place isn't suitable for my work anymore."
Stark carefully put away the Dark Saber and looked around.
Mercer and Hulk's fight had left the place in ruins. There was no way to get any work done here now.
"Stark Tower?"
"Yeah, I've actually already started building a workshop on the top few floors. The equipment here can't meet my needs anymore. I need a new place."
Stark moved around, packing up the things he would have to carry away himself.
He kept most of his data in his private cloud storage, so he didn't have to worry about that.
"Mercer, I really don't know what to say. Thank you so much. Really!" Banner walked over excitedly.
Hulk was still inside him, but they could communicate now.
And judging by their conversation just now, there had been several moments when Banner had genuinely gotten angry, yet Hulk still hadn't come out.
That meant Hulk now needed Banner's permission to emerge. This was an enormous favor.
"No need to thank me so much. I already cut off one of your arms as payment," Mercer said evenly.
Banner hadn't quite processed that yet. "Oh, right, sure. Cutting off an arm as payment is fine..."
Only after repeating the latter half of Mercer's words did Banner's eyes suddenly widen. "What did you say? You cut off my...?"
Stark's voice drifted over from nearby. "I can confirm that. He really did cut off your right arm. It just healed very quickly. Oh, right,