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This is one of the many properties that Chu Hang acquired under the name "Anthony Chen." Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the bustling night view of Manhattan, and below is a constant stream of lights.

Only two dim floor lamps were lit in the room, creating a quiet and somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Nick Fury sat alone on the sofa, his signature black trench coat lying to one side, wearing only a simple black turtleneck. On the table in front of him sat an untouched glass of whiskey.

He had been waiting here for ten minutes.

The door opened, and Chu Hang, dressed in casual home clothes and holding a steaming cup of coffee, slowly walked in.

"Director Fury, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." He sat down on the sofa opposite Fury as if he were the master of the house.

“Not long.” Fury looked at him calmly with his one eye. “For people who can appear out of thin air, the concept of time may be different from ours.”

"No need for compliments." Chu Hang took a sip of coffee. "How's Dr. Banner?"

“He’s safe.” Fury said succinctly. “We’ve placed him somewhere no one can find him. I’ll handle General Ross. He won’t be in any more trouble.”

“Very good.” Chu Hang nodded. “Then, let’s get down to business.”

"Serious business?" Fury leaned forward slightly. "You turned New York upside down, nearly wiped Harlem off the map with a single punch, and now you're telling me we're only now getting down to business?"

“That’s dealing with trouble, not creating trouble,” Chu Hang corrected. “Besides, I’m helping you. Otherwise, you might be facing a completely out-of-control Hulk and an abomination that has turned half of New York into ruins.”

Fury fell silent. He knew Chu Hang was telling the truth. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s post-war assessment report was out; the power of that punch was classified as top secret, and the assessment result was summed up in just two words: unsolvable.

“Alright.” Fury leaned back on the sofa, seemingly relenting. “Tell me your terms.”

“My conditions are very simple.” Chu Hang put down his coffee cup and held up three fingers.

"First, all my identities, including Anthony Chen, and any identities I may use in the future, will be provided with the highest level of cover by S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't want to be harassed by the FBI or the IRS every day."

“Okay.” Fury nodded.

"Secondly, I need some intelligence access from S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course, not all of it; I'm not that bored. I just need to know what interesting things are happening in the world, especially those that are unconventional."

Fury narrowed his one eye: "That's impossible. S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence is top secret."

“Then let’s put it another way.” Chu Hang smiled. “You can set up a special advisor’s office, and I will be the sole advisor. You can send me the information you’ve selected and believe I need to know on a regular basis. The decision-making power is in your hands.”

Fury thought for a few seconds, then nodded again: "Okay."

“Third,” Chu Hang looked at Fury, his gaze becoming more serious, “and this is the most important point. Don’t try to investigate me, don’t send anyone to follow me, and don’t do anything underhanded to my businesses or friends. We are partners, not superiors and subordinates. I help you solve problems you can’t solve, and you provide me with conveniences. That’s all.”

A long silence fell over the room.

Fury's one eye was fixed on Chu Hang, as if trying to see the secrets hidden deep within his heart. Chu Hang simply returned his gaze calmly, his eyes clear and composed.

After a long silence, Fury slowly spoke: "In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal files, there is a highest level of threat classification, codenamed 'Skyfather.' It refers to individuals who possess godlike power, capable of deciding the fate of a planet single-handedly. From today onwards, your file is classified as 'Skyfather.'"

“Sounds good.” Chu Hang shrugged.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Chen.” Fury stood up and extended his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Director Fury." Chu Hang shook hands with him.

After seeing Fury off, Chu Hang went alone to the no-man's-land in Nevada.

This is an abandoned mine belonging to one of his mining companies, a desolate area spanning hundreds of miles.

He wanted to try out his new ability.

He closed his eyes, trying to recall and search for that emotion called "anger." For someone accustomed to being in control and having a peaceful mindset, this was not easy.

He recalled the days in his past life when he worked overtime until late at night, being bossed around like a dog by his superiors; he remembered dying suddenly at his desk, the endless exhaustion and resentment; he remembered the fear of death and the helplessness against fate he felt under the Normandy bombardment at the beginning of his transmigration…

A faint, long-suppressed flame quietly ignited in his heart.

The [Infinite Fury] ability is passively activated.

The flame was magnified a thousandfold in an instant, transforming into a raging inferno that roared to devour his sanity. However, his rock-solid willpower, enhanced by the super-soldier serum, stood like a cold dam, firmly blocking this torrent.

Reason and rage achieved a delicate and dangerous balance in his mental world.

He could clearly feel that the anger, compressed and purified by willpower, was continuously transforming into pure physical power.

His body seemed to have become a furnace of power.

Chu Hang suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying red light flashed deep within them.

He simply threw a punch at the empty Gobi Desert in front of him.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled "poof" sound, as if the air had been instantly sucked out.

In front of him, centered on his fist, a perfectly circular crater, over twenty meters in diameter, appeared out of thin air. The edges of the crater were as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been instantly vaporized by some kind of super laser weapon.

An invisible shockwave followed closely behind, spreading out in a ring. Within a hundred meters, all the sand, gravel, and shrubs were instantly crushed into the most primitive powder.

Chu Hang looked at his fist, then at the huge crater, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, this will make demolition much easier in the future."

He knew that while this power was formidable, it also consumed an immense amount of willpower. Each activation was like dancing on the edge of a cliff; a single misstep could lead to being consumed by rage.

It seems that I need to start training my willpower.

Back to the penthouse in New York.

Chu Hang pulled up an encrypted file. On the screen, a man's information appeared.

Ivan Vanko.

The man in the photo has a full beard, gloomy eyes, and exudes a violent aura that keeps strangers at bay. The records detail his father, Anton Vanko, who was once Howard Stark's business partner but was later expelled back to the Soviet Union due to ideological differences.

“Anton Vanke… Howard Stark… Arc Reactor…” Chu Hang’s fingers tapped lightly on the table.

He knew that as Tony's new elemental arc reactor was revealed to the public, this vengeful son lurking in Moscow would soon come knocking on his door with his electric whip.

"We can't always wait for trouble to come knocking on our door," Chu Hang muttered to himself.

He dialed an encrypted number.

“It’s me. Help me find someone, Ivan Vanko, in Moscow. I need to know everything about him, what he does every day, who he contacts, what parts he bought. Yes, everything.”

After hanging up the phone, Chu Hang's gaze returned to the bustling night view outside the window.

The future of Stark Industries cannot rely on just Iron Man. Artificial intelligence, clean energy... Tony's genius mind holds countless treasures capable of changing the world.

What he had to do was clear all the obstacles for him in advance.

Chapter 86 Stark Expo

Ever since the Harlem incident, Tony Stark has been like a wind-up toy.

He practically tortured himself by spending 24 hours a day in his underground studio. Caffeine and high-calorie pizza became his staple foods, and the studio was always filled with the smell of burnt metal welding and a faint ozone odor.

Pepper tried more than once to drag him out of that steel cave, to let him get some sun, or at least get a full night's sleep. But each time, all she saw was Tony with huge dark circles under his eyes, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

“I’m fine, Pepper, I’m perfectly fine!” he said to her without turning his head as he adjusted the Mark 4 miniature missile launcher on his arm. “I just… found some new inspiration.”

Pepper looked at the brand-new suit of armor behind him and sighed helplessly.

Mark 4.

It is more streamlined and elegant than any previous generation. The entire body is constructed from a lighter and stronger titanium alloy, and the iconic red and gold color scheme is even more vibrant. Most importantly, it is powered by a brand-new triangular arc reactor, with an energy output more than three times that of the Mark 3.

During a secret test flight late at night, Tony piloted it and easily broke the three-times-high sound barrier, even briefly cruising in near-Earth orbit.

That feeling, that unparalleled speed and power, completely captivated him.

But the shock he felt from Chu Hang's punch in the video still lingered deep in his heart like a thorn.

He can fly higher and faster, but he doesn't yet possess that pure physical power that can level a city block.

“Not enough, not enough…” he muttered to himself, watching the data stream constantly jumping on the holographic screen.

A few days later, at a board meeting, Tony Stark suddenly announced a decision that left everyone, including Pepper, speechless.

“I’ve decided to revive the Stark Expo.” He stood at the head of the conference room, looking around at the board of directors with his signature arrogant smile. “Next month, in Flushing Meadows Corona Park, the place where my father used to hold the expo.”

There was an uproar in the conference room.

“Tony, are you crazy?” Pepper was the first to stand up and object. “We’ve just stabilized the stock price, and Project Ark is only just getting started. Now is not the time to hold this kind of expensive expo!”

“No, Pepper, now is the best time.” Tony’s gaze swept over her, with an undeniable firmness. “The world needs to see the future of Stark Industries, not by selling those damn weapons, but by this.”

He pointed to the triangular reactor on his chest.

"I want to announce to the world that the era of clean energy has arrived. And Stark Industries will be the leader of this era."

His words were full of idealistic passion, but the old guys on the board remained unmoved. They only cared about the numbers on the reports.

“Tony, this is too risky!” A newly appointed director after Obadiah’s death frowned and said, “Our energy division is still in the integration phase, and the technology is not mature. To announce it so early…”

“Whether the technology is mature or not is up to me,” Tony interrupted him. “As for the money…”

He looked at Chu Hang, who was sitting in the corner, not saying a word from beginning to end, just leisurely twirling a pen.

"I think Mr. Anthony Chen, our company's second-largest shareholder, will support my decision, right?"

All eyes instantly focused on Chu Hang.

Chu Hang stopped twirling his pen, looked up, and gave a gentle smile: "Of course I support it. In fact, I think it's a fantastic idea. I can personally cover half of the entire expo budget."

Tony raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a "you know what's good for you" look.

Pepper watched helplessly as the two most powerful men in the company clashed, and could only sit down. She knew it was too late to stop it.

Just as Tony was busy with his expo, a top-secret document encrypted with the code "Heavenly Father" was sent to Chu Hang's computer.

The document contains all the information about Ivan Vanko.

Chu Hang sat on the sofa in his penthouse apartment, sipping coffee and slowly flipping through the pages.

The photo shows Ivan Vanko living in a dirty, dilapidated apartment in Moscow, with yellowed newspapers pasted on the walls. His only companion seems to be a small white parrot.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence was shockingly detailed. Every expense Ivan Vanko made, every time he went out, and every internet search he made in the last three months was meticulously listed.

"High-strength plasma conduit... military-grade capacitors... graphene fiber... and tickets to the Monaco Grand Prix?"

Chu Hang's finger stopped on the last line of text.

He quickly pieced together these seemingly unrelated pieces of information with his memories of the plot.

A clear plan emerged in his mind.

Ivan Vanko's father had a grudge against Howard Stark, and he's holding a grudge against Tony. Tony is using the technology his father left behind regarding the early Arc Reactor to create a weapon—the Plasma Whip.