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Chapter 41 Extreme Torture, Obadiah's Life Is Worse Than Death!

Now it was Tony's turn to look grim.

Because Obadiah was absolutely right, the Arc Reactor could indeed kill him!

And the speed at which he was killed was probably much faster than Obadiah had imagined...

Because after hearing Ethan's expectations of him, he had already planned to do the right thing after creating the new generation of Iron Man armor.

Using the Iron Man suit would inevitably increase the energy output of the Arc Reactor, causing palladium radiation to spread through his body more quickly, leading to faster poisoning and ultimately, a quicker death...

However, Obadiah was wrong about one thing: who said you can't ask questions of someone who knows they are going to die?

Tony removed his foot from Obadiah, a smile spreading across his face:

"You're right, I might really die in the future, and I might not be able to get anything out of you..."

Obadiah scoffed: "So, you cowardly coward, you're planning to give me a quick death?"

"No, so I'm going to have someone else ask you a question."

Tony wagged his finger, then suddenly looked at Toby, who was watching the scene unfold on the sofa: "As a hired assassin, you should know torture techniques, right?"

Are you questioning my professionalism?

Toby, who had suddenly gone from being a spectator to the protagonist, raised an eyebrow, patted his bottom, and stood up from the sofa.

Tony smiled. "No, I just want to see your professionalism, so let me see for myself..."

Toby crossed his arms and said casually, "But this is an extra service."

"I'll add more money!" Tony said confidently, arms crossed.

"As you wish..."

Toby originally did not accept additional services, such as delivery riders being required to bring customers a pack of cigarettes downstairs.

But who can blame them when Tony, that nouveau riche, gives such generous tips...?

Making money is nothing to be ashamed of!

Obadiah saw Toby, the man who had kicked him half to death and given him a taste of a trunk drift, walking towards him, and instinctively moved backward in fear.

Before the interrogation even began, Toby had already won in terms of sheer presence.

Toby strode over to Obadiah, squatted down, reached out and ruffled his bald head, and smiled slightly:

"Now, obediently tell my employer anything he wants to know, so I won't have to worry about you, and so you won't suffer, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Obadiah lowered his head and fell into deep thought. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally decided...

"Fuck! Squid!"

Looking at Obadiah giving him a friendly hand gesture, Toby's smile slowly faded: "Oh, what a mischievous old man..."

Tear—rip!

With a tearing sound, Karl, who had just been resting his hand on Obadiah's bald head, suddenly raised his hand and tore off a large piece of Obadiah's scalp!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Unlike Tony's previous kick, which was half-real and half-fake, Obadiah was in real pain this time!

After all, a large piece of scalp was forcibly torn off from the scalp!

Not only was Obadiah in pain, but Tony and Ethan, who witnessed this scene, also gasped and couldn't help but take a step back!

Oh my god, this is really a headache to look at!

The culprit, Toby, looked expressionlessly at the large piece of scalp stuck to his hand with the barb, then pulled the barb back, and the scalp fell to the ground with a thud!

Then, ignoring Obadiah's bloodied head that he wanted to cover but dared not actually touch, Toby's palm sprouted countless tiny barbs again, and he precisely pressed his palm onto the wound where a large chunk of his scalp was missing!

Then, Tony grabbed his bald head and put it up in a bun!

This time it's different from before. This time Obadiah's head is no longer protected by his scalp, and Toby has countless barbs on his hands rubbing against his wound!

The intense, tingling sensation was so exhilarating that Obadiah felt like his soul was about to fly out of the wound that had ripped off his scalp!

The screams were countless times more horrific than the slaughter of a pig during the Lunar New Year!

This extreme torture made Tony and Ethan feel psychologically uncomfortable, and their minds went blank.

Old brain, we don't want to think about it, just thinking about it gives us a headache...

Seeing that Tony was tormenting himself without asking any questions, Toby couldn't help but say speechlessly:

"Hey, if you just want to torture him, you can take your time. But if you want to ask him questions, do it while he's still lucid, okay?"

Reminded by Toby, Tony finally snapped out of his daze of Toby's bloody methods and remembered his important business.

"Oh, right, we haven't asked any questions yet. We can't let him die. Stop now, Toby."

Only when Toby heard the customer speak did he stop his hair-styling.

However, he did not retract the barbs on his palm. Instead, he used the barbs to hook Obadiah's head and lift him up so that he was facing Tony.

Obadiah was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back.

Tony couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure he's really sober?"

Toby remained silent, only slightly tightening his grip on Obadiah's head.

This caused Obadiah to scream again:

"Aaaaaah!! Wake up! Wake up! I'm perfectly awake now! Please stop pinching me!!!"

Toby then let out a cold laugh:

"Old grandson, didn't you like to pretend? I still prefer your old, unruly self. Why don't you go back to your old self?"

Obadiah, his face covered in his own blood and cold sweat, weakly conceded defeat to Tony:

"You're ruthless... Tell him to stop... I'll tell you everything you want to know..."

Upon hearing this, Tony gave Toby a wink.

Toby also retracted the barbs from his palm, causing Obadiah to fall to the ground.

Tony looked down at Obadiah, who was now unable to stand, and took a deep breath:

"My first question is, what exactly have you been hiding from me? How many of my weapons did you sell to terrorists? When did you start selling them? Where were they sold to, and to whom?"

Obadiah gasped for breath, but his eyes still betrayed his disdain for Tony.

"How many did we sell? Ha, to be honest, I've lost count!"

"As for when it started, it naturally began after your stubborn father died, when you spent all your time in bars drowning your sorrows in alcohol, and Stark Industries became my sole authority!"

"And where they're sold to, and to whom, the list goes on and on. The Middle East, Russia, Syria, Sokovia—wherever there's war, there are Stark arms dealers I've sold there. They're everywhere, hahahahaha!"