Tony spoke while simultaneously opening his phone and playing the video clip.
Seeing that Tony Stark already knew everything he had done, Obadiah's expression turned fierce, losing the warm, admiring look he had for his younger counterpart.
"Since you know everything, what do you want to do? Humiliate me, take everything I have, or have someone arrest me?"
Tony stared unblinkingly at Obadiah's unfamiliar gaze and took a deep breath.
"The whole world says I'm a genius, but it took me decades to see you for what you really are. How have you managed to wear that loving mask for so many years?"
"This is what I deserve, Tony Stark. I've turned the company into one of the largest in the world. I've managed it day in and day out, while you hid in your ridiculous lab making a few missiles!"
"The funniest thing is, you, a weapons dealer, announced you're no longer making weapons. I've had enough of your reckless behavior and nonsense. You're as naive as a baby in an ivory tower. The world doesn't work like that, Tony. This company should be in my hands!"
Obadiah slammed the table, his words fierce, while he secretly reached into his pocket, where he had a small ultrasonic emitter that could quickly paralyze a person. Correspondingly, he also had a pair of headphones that could resist ultrasonic waves.
"This ends here, Obadiah. Hand over your board position and management rights. I'll buy your shares at 50% above market price."
"Find a place to spend your retirement peacefully, Obadiah, or next time, the people coming for you will have guns and handcuffs!"
"You have five days. This is my last show of respect to you, Uncle Obadiah."
Facing a slightly hysterical Obadiah, Tony had nothing more to say. He coldly threw out these words and turned to leave.
But Tony's last words made Obadiah slowly release the hand that had reached into his pocket.
Five days were enough for him to complete a suit of armor.
As for energy, didn't Tony Stark have one in his chest?
...
Obadiah seemed to age ten years overnight, but he cooperated fully with the people Tony had sent.
He meticulously explained the company's business, stacks of documents, and files in great detail. It was like entrusting his child, whom he had raised, to someone else, painstakingly explaining what the child disliked and liked.
For someone who had spent half his life fighting for the company, this was a normal emotional expression.
This behavior even lowered Tony Stark's guard.
In response to his team's reports, Tony merely said indifferently, "Let him be. If he takes longer, so be it. Just make sure he signs everything in five days."
Thus, Obadiah pretended to cooperate in the company's management handover, endlessly talking about the company's history and the purpose of each project, while keeping Tony's people occupied with office paperwork. In private, he maintained tight control over the factory and laboratory.
In the area he named Sector 16, a steel behemoth was gradually taking shape.
In his mansion, Tony sat on the sofa and called Pepper.
"All the documents are ready. Obadiah just needs to formally resign at tomorrow's board meeting and sign the stock transfer agreement."
"Okay. I'll attend the board meeting for you tomorrow! I'll have Happy pick you up in the morning."
Tony didn't want to face Obadiah's departure at the company.
"Alright, but no need to pick me up. I'm staying at the company tonight. You don't know how busy I've been lately, barely getting any sleep. You should give me a raise, boss!"
Pepper understood Tony's thoughts well, agreed to his request, and even joked with him.
After hanging up the phone, Tony appeared somewhat lost.
"Sir, Mr. Obadiah Stane is at the door. He requests to see you!"
Under Blake's strong recommendation and the impact of the massacre images by Middle Eastern terrorists, Tony had revoked Obadiah's access to his home.
So now, Obadiah, who used to enter Tony's mansion freely, was standing at the door, relaying his message through JARVIS.
Tony picked up a remote control from the table and pressed a button.
Obadiah's image appeared at the door.
"Tony! Open the door. I'm leaving tomorrow. I've bought a small island in the Indian Ocean. Won't you even give me a chance to say goodbye?"
Obadiah no longer had his usual spirited demeanor. His once imposing figure now seemed somewhat desolate.
His eyes were full of sincerity.
"Ugh!"
Tony hesitated, rubbing his face.
"JARVIS, let him in!"
In the end, Tony couldn't bear to refuse Obadiah standing at the door.
"Tony! I'm very sorry. I've had a lot of time to think these past few days. I came today to apologize and to say goodbye!"
Obadiah said as he slowly walked inside.
"How's the scenery on that island?"
Tony didn't get up; he remained seated on the sofa, speaking slowly.
"It's paradise, to be honest. I should have done this long ago. Some things, you only feel the weight lift when you let them go. That's when you realize what's truly needed in life."
"Sunshine, fine wine, cigars, fishing, and of course, the essential company of ladies, right?"
Obadiah seemed to have seen through everything, finally letting go.
"Congratulations, Obadiah!"
Tony genuinely felt happy for him and said sincerely, looking up.
But as he looked up, he noticed something was off with Obadiah.
He had earbuds in both ears.
Oh no...
Just as this thought flashed in Tony's mind, a piercing sound emitted from Obadiah.
In an instant, Tony's veins bulged, and his body became paralyzed, unable to move.
The ultrasonic emitter could paralyze a person instantly, a device Tony himself had invented, but the project had been terminated by the government.
Unexpectedly, Obadiah still had one.
"You really should congratulate me, because I'm about to become one of the most powerful people in the world."
Obadiah's demeanor shifted from desolate to sinister, revealing his true nature!
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