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He staggered to the liquor cabinet and instinctively reached for a bottle of whiskey.

The hand froze in mid-air.

His face was reflected in the gleaming glass door of the wine cabinet.

Pale, haggard, with sunken eyes, stubble, and cloudy eyes.

Is this the "invincible" Iron Man?

Is this the same Tony Stark who confidently declared "I am Iron Man" at a press conference?

He remembered what Ethan had said to him in the cave before he died: "Don't waste your life."

I recalled Chu Hang's chilling warning: "You are destroying my investment with your foolish actions."

He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He turned around abruptly and slammed his fist on the liquor cabinet.

The expensive tempered glass shattered, spilling hundreds of bottles of priceless fine wine onto the floor. The amber liquid mixed with glass shards, flowing everywhere. The rich aroma of the wine instantly filled the room, pungent and ironic.

“Jarvis.” Tony gasped for breath, blood seeping from a cut on the back of his hand from the glass.

"Yes, sir."

"Clean this place up. Also, cancel all parties and appointments for the next three months."

"Yes sir."

Tony didn't glance at the mess again. He turned around, barefoot, stepping over the broken glass and spilled liquor, and walked into the underground studio.

The studio was in a mess as well. The spot where Mark2 had been standing was now empty, and there was a shocking hole in the wall, through which cold air was pouring in from outside.

He walked to the central control panel, took a deep breath, and brought up the Mark 4 design blueprints.

The holographic projection unfolded in the air, and the red and gold armor he had once been so proud of now appeared flawed in his eyes.

Looking at his "masterpiece," he felt displeased for the first time. "The energy system is too fragile. What kind of Iron Man is this? It's just a tin toy!"

He needs to be faster, stronger, and more agile.

He needs a completely new energy system, a system that can withstand unknown attacks.

He raised his hand and slashed it forcefully in the air. The Mark 4 design was roughly slashed to one side, turning into a bunch of gibberish.

A light rekindled in his eyes.

A fanatical, insane flame that belongs only to geniuses.

He's going to build a brand new suit of armor. A suit of armor that can shut everyone up.

He wanted to show Chu Hang who the smartest person in the world was.

Technology is the real power.

Meanwhile, at Stark Industries, top floor, 88th floor.

This place is completely different from any of the floors below. There are no open-plan offices, no noisy phone calls or keyboard clicks. There is only a long corridor covered with dark gray sound-absorbing carpet, so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat. At the end of the corridor is a black alloy door without any markings.

At 7:59:55 a.m., Natasha Romanov appeared precisely at the entrance to the corridor.

She wore a well-tailored black suit skirt that hugged her near-perfect figure. Her signature red hair was styled into a neat updo at the back of her head, and her face was covered with professional, light makeup, revealing no emotion.

She walked to the door and stopped. A barely perceptible blue light flashed from the sensor on the door, silently scanning her iris and palm print.

At exactly eight o'clock, to the second, the heavy alloy door slid open inward.

In the office, Chu Hang stood with his back to the door, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at New York, which was just beginning to awaken.

"Good morning, Mr. Chen," Natasha said, breaking the silence.

“You’re very punctual, Miss Rushman.” Chu Hang turned around, a faint smile on his face.

"The report you requested." Natasha walked to the table and gently placed a card-thick black USB drive on it.

Chu Hang picked up the USB drive and casually inserted it into the slot on the desktop.

In the air in front of him, a blue three-dimensional data stream instantly unfolded, like a virtual waterfall.

Complex charts, intricate fund flows, massive company tree structures... all the data is presented in a visually striking way.

The report was far more detailed than the capabilities of an ordinary assistant, and even surpassed the level of a top-tier corporate spy.

The report includes not only all of Hammer Industries' publicly available financial statements and project information, but also records of their clandestine fund transfers through dozens of overseas shell companies, each transaction clearly traceable. It even includes several audio recordings of private conversations between Justin Hammer and Middle Eastern arms dealers; the audio has been altered, but the content is clear.

Finally, there is a separate folder that is triple-encrypted and titled "Whiplash".

Chu Hang lightly tapped his finger in the air, and the folder opened.

Inside was a complete file on Ivan Vanko. It included everything from the feud between his father, Anton Vanko, and Howard Stark, to his own educational background and technical expertise in Russia, and a list of high-purity palladium and military-grade capacitors that he had recently secretly purchased through Hammer Industries.

This report is tantamount to exposing the true nature of Hammer Industries and Ivan Vanko, laying all their cards on the table.

Chu Hang quickly scanned the information, his face remaining expressionless.

If Nick Fury, a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., can't even handle this, he might as well retire early and go home to raise cats.

“Well done.” Chu Hang waved his hand to turn off the holographic projection. He looked up and his gaze fell on Natasha. “Even better than I expected. Miss Rushman, your abilities shouldn’t be limited to being just a tea-serving assistant.”

“It would be my pleasure to work for you, sir,” Natasha replied, her words perfectly crafted, like a textbook answer.

“I’m very curious,” Chu Hang leaned forward slightly, his hands crossed on the table, his eyes sharp as a scalpel, “Where did you get all this stuff? Especially those recordings and purchase lists, you can’t find those on Google.”

Natasha could feel her heart skip a beat, but her poker face, honed over the years, remained unchanged.

“I have some…special information channels, sir.”

"Special channels?" Chu Hang laughed. He stood up, slowly walked around the table, and stood in front of Natasha.

He was almost a head taller than Natasha, looking down at her with less than half a meter between them. He could smell a faint, cool scent of perfume emanating from her.

“Miss Rushman, you are like a treasure trove of secrets.” His voice was low and strangely magnetic. “I have also developed a strong interest in you personally.”

Natasha did not back down. She met Chu Hang's gaze, a slight smile curving her lips: "It is my honor to have your appreciation. However, sir, it is working hours now."

"Of course." Chu Hang nodded, took a step back, and created some distance.

In the midst of this delicate standoff, the office door was suddenly and violently pushed open from the outside.

Tony Stark stormed in, looking annoyed. He had changed into a casual suit, but the fatigue and anger on his face hadn't dissipated.

“Anthony! We need to talk! You can’t just leave it at that…”

His words caught in his throat. He saw Natasha in the office, and then he saw the ambiguous atmosphere between Chu Hang and her.

Chu Hang was looking down at a paper document that Natasha handed him (a backup she had prepared just in case). The two were very close, and their posture seemed somewhat intimate.

"Oh ho." Tony immediately flashed his signature, smug grin. "Looks like I've come at the wrong time? Did I disturb you?"

He gave Natasha's hot figure an exaggerated once-over, then glanced at Chu Hang, who remained calm, and whistled lightly.

“Anthony, I didn’t realize you were so quick. I remember there’s an old Chinese saying, ‘Seize the day.’ You’ve learned it well.”

He deliberately emphasized the phrase "live for the moment," both to mock Chu Hang and to vent the anger he had accumulated the previous night.

Natasha's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Chu Hang didn't even lift his eyelids, still looking at the documents in his hand, and casually said, "Tony, has your Chinese deteriorated? I remember there's a saying, 'Do not look at what is improper.'"

He paused, then finally looked up, his gaze calm as he looked at Tony.

"However, since you're so concerned about my private life, shouldn't I, as a shareholder, also care about yours? For example, find some time to talk to Pepper? Talk about your recent 'heroic performance' at the party, and your new, wrecked sports car."

Tony's smile froze instantly.

The words "Little Chili" immediately struck at his Achilles' heel.

He can be indifferent to anyone else, but he can't be indifferent to Pepper.

"You...you're ruthless." Tony had been holding back for a long time, his face turning almost liver-colored, before finally squeezing out these words through gritted teeth.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Chu Hang from a distance, then pointed at the innocent-looking Natasha, and finally shook his head in frustration.

"You guys continue! Pretend I was never here!"

After saying that, he turned and left, his back looking as pathetic as a rooster that had just lost a fight.

Silence returned to the office.

Natasha watched Tony's furious retreating figure, then turned to look at the man beside her who remained calm and composed throughout.

A flicker of unprecedented curiosity and heightened vigilance flashed deep within her eyes.

This man not only possesses unfathomable and mysterious power, but he can also completely control the arrogant Tony Stark with just a few words.

What on earth does he want to do?

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assessment of him may have to be completely scrapped and restarted.

Chapter 93 Fake Hammer, Real Undercover Agent

The door closed behind him, leaving Chu Hang alone in the office.

The ace agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are indeed very useful.

Justin Hammer. Ivan Vanko.

The two are probably currently orchestrating a revenge feast against Tony Stark.

Drone legions.

A modified war machine.

The ultimate goal is to tear Tony, along with his reputation, to shreds at the closing ceremony of the Stark Expo.

According to the script, Tony will save the day at the last minute. The hero saves the world, and the villain goes to jail.

But Chu Hang wasn't a spectator. He was Stark Industries' second-largest shareholder.

A terrorist attack that occurs on one's own doorstep, regardless of the outcome, will cause the company's stock price to plummet.

He had just pulled Tony back from the brink of self-destruction and didn't want his assets to shrink because of an avoidable farce.

He doesn't like cleaning up messes.

He liked to extinguish the sparks before the fire started burning.