Tony gritted his teeth. "Fine. How many shares do you want?"
"Thirty percent of Stark Industries?"
Sora Yukihara asked with a smile.
"What?!"
Tony nearly exploded.
Yinsen stared at Sora Yukihara in shock.
Tony snapped, "Do you even know how much of Stark Industries I own?"
"I do. Less than fifty percent."
Sora Yukihara's tone remained infuriatingly calm.
If Tony held more than 50%, no matter how many shareholders Obadiah Stane rallied, he would never be able to push Tony out of the board.
Because over 50% meant absolute veto power.
Anything against Tony would be meaningless.
"And you still—"
"You have seven minutes left."
Sora Yukihara cut him off shamelessly.
Tony was so angry he almost choked.
This time, even Yinsen grew anxious.
After taking a deep breath, Tony said, "I can give you one billion dollars!"
Sora Yukihara sneered. "So in your mind, your life is only worth one billion?"
"Ten billion!"
"Or I can fully acquire a company worth over ten billion in your name!"
Tony practically roared.
Sora Yukihara suddenly thought of something—he still needed a base, a ship, and more importantly, Tony himself was a valuable long-term asset.
A genius mind, connections, and influence.
Worth investing in.
So Sora Yukihara smiled darkly. "Alright. Build me a fully armed base along the New York coastline. And while you're at it, construct a super battleship that can fly and dive underwater. Deal?"
"Deal!"
Compared to the previous demand, this was far more acceptable. Tony agreed without hesitation.
"Good. Let's go."
Sora Yukihara turned and walked out.
Tony immediately followed, while Yinsen stood there, stunned.
"Why are you still standing there? Move!"
Tony didn't forget the man who saved his life.
Yinsen hesitated.
Walking out like this… was practically suicide.
But did he have a choice?
In the end, he clenched his teeth and followed.
As they reached the entrance, Tony glanced at the two terrorists lying dead on the ground.
Their bodies showed no visible injuries—almost like sudden death.
Looking closer, he noticed a tiny puncture in the center of their foreheads, no bigger than a needle.
That was the cause.
Tony's confidence rose—and so did his curiosity.
Along the way, they saw countless corpses in bizarre conditions.
Some had stabbed each other in the heart.
Some had their heads twisted unnaturally behind their shoulders.
Others had smashed themselves into walls.
It was horrifying.
The three of them stepped out of the cave.
Sora Yukihara stopped.
"There are a lot of people outside. At least a hundred armed lunatics."
Tony asked, "Then how did you get in?"
"I flew in. Quietly. Didn't alert anyone."
"Flew?"
Tony and Yinsen were both skeptical.
Sora Yukihara pointed at the bodies. "I didn't know where you were, so I grabbed one of them, forced him to reveal the control room, then cleared out everyone inside."
Yinsen nodded. "That explains why it took you nearly an hour."
Tony asked, "So how do we deal with the ones outside?"
"Want to witness a miracle?"
Sora Yukihara smiled coldly.
The expression made Tony uneasy.
"Let's begin."
Sora Yukihara spread his hands, fingers twitching slightly.
It looked like some kind of ritual.
Time passed.
Nothing happened.
Tony and Yinsen didn't understand—but they didn't dare interrupt.
"Let's go."
Suddenly, Sora Yukihara lowered his hands and walked straight out.
"What are you doing?!"
"Are you trying to get us killed?!"
Tony and Yinsen rushed forward, but they were too late.
"The prisoners are out!"
"Quick! Capture them!"
"Idiot! Don't shoot! That's Tony Stark!"
Dozens of terrorists raised their guns, but a squad leader stopped them, ordering a charge instead.
Yinsen closed his eyes—whether from despair or the blinding sunlight, no one knew.
Tony's face was pale.
"Here comes the miracle."
Sora Yukihara smiled.
Silence.
Tony slowly opened his eyes.
All the terrorists…
Were frozen in place.
Not a single one moved.
Sora Yukihara took a step forward.
The motionless terrorists slowly raised their weapons—aiming them at their own heads.
"What… is this?"
Tony stared in horror.
This completely defied his understanding.
Sora Yukihara gestured. "You're the client. Announce the result."
Tony swallowed. "You… you're controlling them?"
Sora Yukihara raised his voice. "Hundreds of terrorists committing suicide at once—how bizarre, how spectacular. Are you really going to miss this?"
"…No."
Something clicked in Tony's mind.
He grinned. "Let's witness the strangest mass suicide of the year."
Sora Yukihara flicked his finger.
Bang!
A hundred gunshots merged into one.
Every member of the Ten Rings dropped dead.
"There should be applause here."
Sora Yukihara gave a mock bow.
"Brilliant!"
Tony clapped enthusiastically, genuinely impressed by Sora Yukihara's terrifying power.
At that moment, he felt the deal had been absolutely worth it.
Yinsen also clapped like a fool, his hands turning red.
Sora Yukihara pulled out his phone and dialed Coulson.
"The target has been rescued. Send more people—there's a lot here you'll need to transport."
"I'll cover the transport costs."
Tony and Yinsen were speechless.
Sora Yukihara sighed at their expressions. "Every little bit counts. You wouldn't understand unless you managed a household."
Tony nearly rolled his eyes.
Then he said urgently, "Let's leave this place. I don't want to stay here any longer."
"I'd advise you not to rush back."
Sora Yukihara asked coldly, "Don't you find it strange? A classified military route… yet such a precise ambush?"