"Hammer Industries..."
Kraft drew out the words.
"The company that mainly survives on Stark's leftovers? As imitators go, they're not bad."
That single word, "imitator," directly shattered Justin Hammer's composure. Though he imitated Tony Stark in every aspect and always presented himself to the media as Stark's formidable rival,
only Justin Hammer himself knew how much he hated Tony Stark, and how unwilling he was to be called Stark's imitator...
Even though that was exactly what he did.
"Slade, your friend doesn't seem very polite..." The smile on Justin's face stiffened. He narrowed his eyes at Kraft and threatened darkly, "I can understand youthful recklessness, but I still have to advise you: some things are best left unsaid, or you may suffer misfortune."
"There's no need for Mr. Hammer to worry about that."
A low voice sounded from behind Justin Hammer. Martin Lee approached with a grim expression.
"My business may be small, but protecting my own child shouldn't be a problem. Don't you think, Mr. Hammer?"
Although racial discrimination was commonplace in America, someone at Martin Lee's level was unlikely to face official harassment because of it. If nothing else, the Medal of Freedom he had received as a public relations gesture was an obvious protective umbrella.
Unless Martin truly did something that severely harmed America's official interests, personal grudges like this would at most prompt a few friendly officials to lend a hand, and they would never get too deeply involved.
"Hahaha, I was just joking with the kids."
Justin Hammer laughed awkwardly, exchanged a few meaningless pleasantries with Martin Lee, then pulled Slade away.
"You brat, can't you behave yourself for once?"
Martin Lee helplessly tapped Kraft on the forehead. He had practically grown used to this sort of thing.
Besides, Kraft had already mellowed out a