Chapter 265: I Want to See How He Throws Me into Hell!

Well, the deterrent power of the Ancient One is still great.

After she suddenly said something, Noah was so scared that he quickly closed the Chat app.

Others looked at Noah's profile picture with a smile, and it suddenly dimmed and didn’t appear for several days. Kenn even took a few screenshots and threw them into her space.

"How terrifying is the deterrent power of the Sorcerer Supreme?"



A title with a few screenshots was reposted more than 10,000 times in a short time!

With this super chat software, the distance between grassroots magicians and senior magicians can be said to be shortened to some extent.

Ordinary magicians happily watched how the guardian of the temple, the pride of Hogwarts, and the pride of Ravenclaw, Mr. Noah Finniel, was frightened by a word from the Sorcerer Supreme and didn’t dare to go online.

While they were lamenting the deterrent power of the Sorcerer Supreme, they were also moved by the fact that Mr. Finniel had a really good relationship with his classmates.

Kenn's screenshot didn't just capture the words of the Ancient One—she also took a screenshot of their previous conversation.

From the usual point of view, Kenn and the others' language and behavior were questioning high-level magicians, which is very rude and presumptuous.

But Mr. Finniel was not angry because of this. Although he was a little speechless, such camaraderie and friendship were very enviable.

Many ordinary magicians thought of their former bad friends. Before, it might’ve been difficult to contact them.

But now, everyone has their own group chats, and they can contact friends very conveniently.

WeChat has brought too many changes to the magic world. It can be said that no magician can live without WeChat.

But now everyone knows that there may be a guy who can’t use this thing. That guy is working hard to prepare the magician startup.

Not to mention this unlucky guy, another unlucky guy couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the plane slowly landing.

This unlucky guy is Tony.

After being thrown up by Noah, he fought a group of terrorists alone for dozens of minutes and finally left that damn cave alive.

Unfortunately, his armor had turned into a pile of scrap metal due to various issues.

This forced Tony to find a way to leave the desert by himself. Fortunately, Tony was lucky. After being baked by the sun in the desert for most of the day, he finally attracted a military helicopter due to a large explosion.

Yes, Tony was rescued—he was finally rescued.

But on the way back, Tony kept thinking about whether he should even take the plane, because according to the plot in some novels, if the Grim Reaper wanted to talk to him, a plane crash would be the best way.

He remained silent on the plane, and James Rhodes thought Tony was traumatized and didn’t disturb him all the way.

If Rhodes had known that Tony’s thoughts were full of “Will the plane explode?” and “Will I die in a plane crash?”, he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist kicking him off the plane, right?

Fortunately, they landed safely, and the first thing Tony did when he got off the plane was make a decision—he wanted to shut down Stark’s weapons division!

He no longer questioned the words of that mysterious young man, because he saw it with his own eyes!

"Although I did the same things as that bastard Howard, the mysterious guy was right. He was saving the world. I was stirring up unrest in the world!"



After making this decision, Tony immediately requested a press conference after meeting his secretary, Pepper Potts—instead of going to the hospital or anything like that.

His decision made Potts very depressed, but in the end, she did as asked.

After arriving at Stark Tower, Tony walked to the podium while eating a hamburger.

However, he didn’t choose to stand on it. Instead, he squatted down and took another burger from his pocket, eating as he began to speak.

"Nice to meet you, Obadiah," Tony said as everyone squatted down. "You know, I didn’t get to say goodbye to my dad."



Obadiah patted Tony’s shoulder warmly, and Tony took another bite of the burger and continued:

"I didn’t catch my dad for the last time. I had some questions to ask him. I wanted to ask him how he felt about the actions of his company."



Putting down the burger, Tony said:

"He founded this company to stop the war. But now that the war has stopped, there’s one thing he didn’t do. I wonder if he ever felt conflicted or doubted."



"I witnessed a young man being killed." Tony sighed. "Killed by a weapon I made to protect them. I found myself becoming a member of the Comfortably Irresponsible Class."



As soon as Tony finished speaking, all the reporters realized that this press conference might be very unusual and anxiously began asking questions.

At that moment, Tony spotted a man in the crowd—a man forever engraved in his memory.

"It’s him!"



Tony looked carefully and saw that next to his secretary, Pepper Potts, was someone he was very familiar with!

Even though the guy’s hairline had receded a lot, Tony could never forget him—he was the guy who broke into his house with the mysterious young man four years ago!

"Why is he here?" Tony’s body trembled slightly, but he quickly understood.



This press conference was specifically held to shut down the weapons division.

It could be said that the words of those two strangers four years ago were indeed validated, and now he had to make some new decisions!

Tony sneered in his heart.

"You like to watch, huh? Then watch carefully!"



Coming back to his senses, Tony stood and walked to the podium, but his gaze never left the guy with the receding hairline.

Standing on the podium, looking at all the reporters squatting on the ground, Tony suddenly smiled.

"I realized that what I can contribute to the world is definitely not making things that explode."



Taking a deep breath, Tony’s expression turned serious.

"That’s why I think I will shut down the weapons manufacturing department of Stark Multinational Corporation—and this decision takes effect immediately!"



With Tony's declaration, the entire press conference descended into chaos.

However, Tony completely ignored the commotion. His eyes were still locked on that familiar guy—especially when he saw that the guy looked slightly shocked.

That made Tony very pleased. Even when Obadiah tried to stop him, Tony didn’t care.

After he finished speaking, Tony walked down from the stage. As the largest shareholder in Stark Industries, he didn’t care what other shareholders thought.

He walked straight toward the familiar man. When he stood in front of the stunned man, Tony suddenly smiled.

It was the smile of a winner. The shocked expression of the man in front of him made Tony feel triumphant.

"How about it? Didn’t expect me to do this?" Tony whispered mysteriously.



"Well, I really didn’t expect it," the man Tony recognized nodded stiffly. "But I came here—"



"Do you want to take me away, or are you here to retrieve the smart terminal?" Tony interrupted before the man could finish.



"Tony, do you two know each other?" Pepper asked, surprised. "That’s good! He’s from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. His name is Phil Coulson—he’s an agent."



Yes, the guy Tony had recognized was Phil Coulson!

To be honest, Coulson felt very awkward now. He had noticed Tony’s gaze earlier and realized he had been recognized.

His purpose here was actually to consult Tony about the armor, but he hadn’t expected Tony to misunderstand.

Frankly, Coulson himself hadn’t expected Tony’s memory to be so good. You have to understand—it was dark when they met, and Noah was there as the main player. Ordinary people wouldn’t have remembered him.

Tony was silent after hearing Pepper’s words.

Coulson was also embarrassed. He didn’t expect a joke from back then would lead Tony to shut down Stark's weapons division today. He was also a little speechless now.

As a result, for a while, the two middle-aged men looked at each other... affectionately. The scene was extremely awkward.

After a long silence, Tony slowly asked:

"How did you get that guy in back then?"



"I can’t tell you either," Coulson replied, looking constipated. "All I can say is that my situation is similar to yours."



Tony nodded in understanding. This was the first time Tony had encountered something he couldn’t figure out.

For this reason, he had undergone various mental tests during regular physicals, even exploring himself while developing J.A.R.V.I.S., but ultimately, he found nothing.

That feeling was truly unbearable—knowing that something was off, yet unable to explain it or even verbalize it.

You come up with all sorts of weird theories, but your actions end up being even weirder.

"Is he human?" Tony asked after another silence.



"Yes, but damn... he is human, no doubt," Coulson answered tentatively—but he couldn’t even say the phrase "not an ordinary person."



"Well then, what’s your purpose here?" Tony sighed, asking without much interest. Did he just misread this whole thing?



"I came to ask about the specific details of your escape," Coulson answered truthfully. Then, after a moment of thought, he added, "And... he wants to retrieve his item."



"Retrieve his item?" Tony was immediately enraged. "That was invented by me! Damn it, where is that guy?"



"I’m sorry—I can’t tell you. But we’ll take you there. By the way, that gentleman also brought your friend back."



"My friend? Ethan?"



"Yes. Do you want to see him?"



"Of course. But before that—take me to see this ‘gentleman’ of yours. I want to see how he plans to throw me into hell!"




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