Stark, who had been humiliated, wanted to argue back, but after thinking about it, he nodded to Hubby. "Tell the people below to let them go."
Then, he said to Ross on the other end of the phone, "Okay, I'm letting them go, but let me remind you, Ross, you won't get a 10% discount from Stark Industries anymore. Bye bye."
Hubby and the bodyguards around him heaved a sigh of relief, while Banner smiled bitterly. However, he didn't blame Stark. After all, he was an uninvited guest who smashed the building, and it was fortunate that he didn't have to pay for it.
"It's okay, Stark. Thank you for the clothes."
"Wait." Seeing that Banner was about to go down with Hubby, Stark said with a smile, "Buddy, Ross told me to let his soldiers go, but he didn't ask me to hand you over, did he?"
'That works too?'
However, Banner thought about it and realized that Ross didn't directly say that he would hand him over.
"This, this, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
"What trouble?" Stark looked at the bodyguards around him. "Although you smashed into my building, as the owner, I don't mind. Who can do anything to me?
By the time Ross and the people from the relevant departments inform me, we might have already separated.
Besides, no one here knows whether you have a warrant on you or not, and I have no obligation to help the police arrest you, right? "
"Hehe, that's right, that's right," Hubby agreed. "If there's a problem, it's not our problem. We only know that Dr. Banner is a scientist, and Mr. Stark wants to talk to you. It's his right."
Giving Hubby a look of approval, Stark patted Banner's arm. "Let's go, buddy. Let's have a drink and have a good chat. We'll talk about the other problems later."
There were people blocking the way downstairs. Banner could only transform into Hulk again to escape if he followed Stark and left.
So, when Bronski arrived on the 28th floor with a few soldiers, a helicopter on the top floor of Stark Building flew away.
"Damn it." Bronski called Ross without saying anything, and he quickly left Stark Building with his men and chased after the helicopter.
However, less than a minute after the car drove out, Bronski reacted and hurriedly shouted to his men, "Go back, go back, we've been tricked."
Hearing that, the soldier driving the car also understood. He made a sharp turn and rushed back to Stark Tower.
As expected, as soon as they returned to the building, they saw several large SUVs escorting an extended Cadillac out of the garage.
"Stop the car, stop the car." Without waiting for the car to come to a complete stop, Bronski pointed his gun at the leading bodyguard car. "Stop the car immediately, or I'll shoot."
However, when he led his men to check the cars one by one, he found that there was no one else in the cars other than the driver.
"F * ck you!" Bronski punched the hood of the bulletproof Cadillac in anger.
With a loud bang, a deep fist print appeared on the hood of the car in front of everyone's shocked eyes.
Damn it, this was a two-centimeter thick steel plate. Although it was not as thick as a fifteen-centimeter thick car door, it was not easy for a normal person to deform the hood of a car, let alone a fist mark.
Even after such a heavy punch, Bronski picked up the walkie-talkie as if nothing had happened and ordered his men to intercept the helicopter.
After hearing the reply that the intercepting plane had taken off, Bronski took his men and chased after it.
On the top floor of the building, Stark, who was holding a glass of wine, laughed as he watched Bronski leave in exasperation. He said to Banner, who was deep in thought after seeing the fist print.
"This is a thirty-year collector's edition whiskey from Chihuahua. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"
"Forget it." Banner raised the glass of water in his hand and shook his head. "If I get drunk, I might tear down your building. Don't tempt me anymore."
"Tear down the building alone?"
Stark, who was drinking, choked on his wine and coughed repeatedly. It took him a long time to recover. "You're not joking?"
"Do I have to lie to you?" Banner showed a helpless expression. "The monster in my body is a madman who is always in a state of anger.
Once I transform, even my will and thinking as the master will be completely suppressed and I will become another personality and thinking.
So, Tony, there are too many uncertainties in becoming stronger biologically. It's better to learn from William Devonshire and research in the direction of hardware. "
"Hmph." Stark was suddenly very unhappy when he heard William's name. A few years ago, William was still a smart upstart in front of him.
But six or seven years later, William was like an enhanced version of Stark with a cheat code. Not only did William crush him in wealth, but the two of them were on completely different levels in terms of reputation.
He was a super-rich man, a genius, an arms dealer, and a playboy, but William only needed to come up with the Conqueror of Mars to completely crush him in terms of reputation.
What made him even more unhappy was that as the owner of Stark Industries, he had worked hard to triple the company's market value and helped William earn almost 15 billion dollars in stock market value, but the other party didn't say a word.
Except for the one time when he had just become a shareholder, he didn't even come to important meetings like the board of directors or shareholders' meetings.
If he didn't come, so be it. In any case, William's 7% share was in his hands. Out of sight, out of mind.
But as William's achievements grew and his wealth and social influence grew, shareholders would ask him every time there was a shareholders' meeting why he didn't invite William to the meeting.
The purpose of these shareholders was nothing more than to take the opportunity to get to know William, who was notoriously unapproachable and only liked to socialize with the upper class of England.
If they could work together, earning money was secondary. For some large companies that were not well-known, just the name of working with William could cause their stocks to rise by one or two levels.
This made Stark feel that William was the boss behind the scenes, and that he, the real master, was more like an employee.
After Banner said that, he waited for a moment before he raised his head in confusion. Seeing that Stark was thinking about something, he knew that his relationship with William might not be good.
Thinking about their titles, it seemed that apart from his education, Stark wasn't as good as William in any other aspect.
This made Banner a little embarrassed. "Tony, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Stark, who came back to his senses, waved his hand. "It's okay. Although I don't want to admit it, the English kid who schemed against me seven years ago has indeed done better than me over the years."
William schemed against Stark? There was such a thing?
Although Banner was curious, looking at Stark's current state, he knew that it was probably useless to ask.
Instead, he said comfortingly, "I heard that he never manages the company or the family's affairs. He leaves the team, the racetrack, and the family fund to his mother, and leaves the company's daily affairs and any chores to his women. He is devoted to scientific research.
That's probably why he can surpass all of us. "
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