"Stark, every time I see you, it's so glamorous. But how long can you squander your father's legacy? General Ross said-for-tat.

There is no one other than Tony Stark who can offend people with such a mouth.

"You may not believe it, but I multiplied Stark Industries' assets dozens of times. Oh beauty, can I know your name? Tony walked onto the terrace with his eyes glued to Stephanie.

Although this has cultivated himself and decided not to be a playboy anymore, it has become a habit to see a beautiful woman flirting with a few words.

"Mr. Stark, General Ross is my guest." Stephanie said seriously.

As a lady, she can't just lift Tony Stark's face on that plate.

"Whatever Ross promises you, I don't think he can afford anything now. I think Stark Industries is a better partner for you. Tony said mercilessly.

This is too much of a slap in the face, Rose is indeed poor now, his connections have been consumed in the previous abomination incident, and he is completely begging the Malik family and Wilson Fisk to complete the deal.

Once Stephanie changes his mind, he is at the end of his rope again. And no matter how you count it, offending Tony Stark for him is a very stupid choice.

Just as Rose was in the midst of a loss, a majestic figure rose from his chair, turned to the smug millionaire and said, "Cooperation? Is it just your rotten iron? You damn pervert! ”

"Dead pervert? It's a really surprising title, I've been called a scumbag, a sexist, etc., and I haven't been called a pervert yet. Big man, I know you...... Yes! It's you, monster! ”

Tony's tone was full of disdain, but when he saw Texca's appearance clearly, he took several steps back.

"Don't come here! I'm telling you, I know the Hulk! Tony said nervously.

"Look at the way you look now, like a child."

Teska grinned, causing Tony to take a few steps back.

It's no wonder that he had this reaction, the last time they met, the madness of Teska tearing through his steel armor was still fresh in his memory. It's just a change of clothes, and Tony Stark won't recognize him for a while.

Tony would still feel a little safe wearing steel armor at this time, but he hadn't yet invented nanomolecular steel armor that could be hidden inside his watch. At this distance, Tony was afraid that this person would be able to shoot through his head by spitting.

"Okay, I don't scare the kids. Tony, go back and play with your toys, the adult world is not for you. Tesca said.

In Texca's opinion, Tony, who has not yet crossed the space gate with a nuclear bomb, is still a bear child, and he is still a long way from Iron Man.

Tony Stark has heard countless people scold him with vicious words in his life, but no one has ever said that he is still a child in the tone of an elder, and the only two who can say this have been gone for a long time, and one was sent to hell by him not long ago.

"Big man, I don't know who you really are, mutants or something, but you wait, I, Tony Stark, will figure out a way to solve you."

Tony left the harsh words, then turned and ran. Smart people don't stand too close to barbarians, and no matter how high their IQ is, they can't be used as steel armor.

Hurrying out of the terrace, Tony returned to his reserved spot, a little embarrassed. It's the center of the hall, and Tony has always enjoyed this sense of the whole world being centered on himself.

"Damn, I swear, I'm going to make him look good." Tony said unconvinced.

On the other side of the table, an old man who looked quite noble comforted him, "Calm down, Iron Man, you are a superhero who defeats enemies with your brains, not a monster like Hulk." ”

"You're right, Murphy. Even though we only met on the first day, I think you really know me. Tony said to the old man.

"Of course, I'm so old that I can see people accurately. Tony, I've always been bullish on you. ”

The old man picked up the red wine glass and tasted it carefully, and there was a little wine on his lips, like blood.

Texka seemed to sense something, and couldn't help but glance into the hall, but the various furnishings and decorations cut off his gaze, and the only thing he could see was Tony holding a red wine and pouring it tons and tons.

"Texca, what do you think?"

Stephanie's words brought Texka back to her senses, and she quickly asked, "What did you just say?" ”

"I propose to dilute the drug, reduce the effect, and then patent it as a new type of drug. Then we're going to sell it at a low price, mainly for slum hospitals like Hell's Kitchen. In this way, General Ross can get the first supporters, and we are aiming for the next Senate election. Stephanie explained.

Wilson Fisker also said at this time: "Good plan, I have a stake in the hospital here in Hell's Kitchen, and I can help promote this new drug." ”

Wells Fisk had already received the test report of the Life Recovery Elixir and knew how appalling the effects of this drug were. As the underworld boss of Hell's Kitchen, Wells Fisk is different from the ordinary underground forces.

Ever since the fat man smashed that sadistic father to death when he was a child, he knew that he was on a dark path. Unlike other criminal organizations, Wilson Fisk is not in it for money, not for women, not for power, but instead has the same idea as superheroes - to make Hell's Kitchen better.

It's just that he chose a cruel and bloody path.

There's a historical reason why Hell's Kitchen is what it is today. There was a very dark time in the United States, when racial discrimination and political correctness were at opposite extremes.

Blacks were not much worse persecuted, except that they were nominally not called slaves. Under these circumstances, most blacks began to form gangs to protect themselves and their families. It was the height of the black gangs, and most of them were gathered in Hell's Kitchen, as well as other minorities.

But this solidarity only temporarily gave them the right to live, and then the situation changed, and the blacks gradually got what they were fighting for. And these gangsters have become a big problem, from the protector of Hell's Kitchen to the plague god.

This neighborhood has just fallen into decay.

Wilson Fisk grew up in Hell's Kitchen and felt that the pain of his childhood was inextricably linked to the place.

So, to prevent this pain from perpetuating, he had to completely transform Hell's Kitchen into a neighborhood like Midtown Manhattan's business district. Clean, tidy, luxurious, there will be the best and safest environment here.

But if Hell's Kitchen is so easy to make, it's not Wilson Fisk's turn. This program requires more than just a lot of money but also a lot of people to help. The Malik family, represented by Stephanie, and the military identity represented by General Ross, are all needed by Wilson Fisk.

And the core of this cooperation is the man named Teska in front of him. As long as he nods his head in agreement, it's a win-win partnership.

Teska listened carefully for a while, not at all interested in the details of the cooperation, and when Wilson Fisk's eyes looked at him, he finally asked the question he was most concerned about: "Mr. Fisk, do you know Mrs. Gao?" ”