Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Obadiah Invitation!

"Actually, Shredder isn't important. What matters is the Teleportation Beacon."

Anton instructed, "In any case, have Phil pay close attention. Once the Teleportation Beacon is fully assembled, don't rush to use it. Otherwise, there might be serious consequences."

"You mean the alien who placed the Teleportation Beacon on Earth might use it to come here?"

Eddie immediately grasped Anton meaning.

"Exactly."

Anton nodded. "We need to carefully plan our approach to this matter."

"I'll make sure Phil handles it cautiously," Eddie replied seriously.

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knocking came from the door.

A striking red-haired beauty, Natasha, swayed her hips as she pushed the door open.

"Anton, Stark Industries sent an invitation," she said. "Stark Industries and Ork Max Corporation joint experiment, Artificial Sun, will be held in three days. Obadiah Stane personally sent this invitation, asking for you, and…"

She glanced at Eddie. "And also a reporter from the Daily Bugle, to attend this public experiment."

"Is that so?"

Anton raised an eyebrow.

Unknowingly, the joint experiment between Obadiah and Doctor Octopus Otto had reached its final stages.

He wondered if the event would play out as he anticipated: an incident on-site, leading to certain people meeting their demise.

However, Anton wasn't overly concerned about that; what he cared about most was the justice points.

It had been a while since he last gained any justice points!

The landlord house was running out of grain! And he wasn't even a proper landlord!

The most infuriating part? Even yesterday, when Green Arrow took down Hammer Industries' armed forces, the system didn't credit him with any justice points.

Apparently, the system didn't think he had contributed to the good deed!

This left Anton puzzled about the system criteria for awarding justice points.

But one thing he was sure of: if Obadiah and Otto fully turned to the dark side, taking them down would surely earn him a significant amount of justice points.

With that in mind, Anton, who hadn't seen "income" in a while, was already eager for the public Artificial Sun experiment scheduled for three days later.

As for Eddie, he wasn't particularly surprised by the Daily Bugle mention in the invitation.

After all, given the Daily Bugle current prestigious status in New York, it would be more surprising if Obadiah didn't invite them.

The Daily Bugle was, after all, Batman official partner.

Now countless people eagerly awaited the day when the newspaper would publish an exclusive interview with Batman.

Hmm, Anton was still considering that idea.

Meanwhile.

After delivering her message, Natasha left Anton office.

Her thoughts turned to the intelligence she had received last night, immediately after the incident, from Coulson.

Green Arrow had appeared again!

This time, he helped Harry Osborn escape danger, fending off Hammer Industries' assault and the military secretive backing.

This morning, during a board meeting called by Harry himself, he dumped a bag of severed fingers onto the table, filling the entire room with the stench of blood as the grisly digits spilled across the desk.

Justin Hammer face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The other board members exchanged glances. Though they were seasoned individuals, unshaken by the sight of severed fingers, they understood one thing clearly:

Harry, who had been teetering on the edge of a cliff, had completely turned the tables.

And Justin Hammer, who had come aggressively with the intent to take over Oscorp, sat there in silence, his face grim.

It was evident that Hammer had suffered a crushing defeat in last night confrontation.

"Today, and from now on, Oscorp will still be ruled by the Osborn family," Harry declared.

Harry scanned the room, flashing his pristine teeth like the jaws of a shark ready to bite.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

"You can rest assured," Harry said calmly. "I won't interfere arbitrarily in Oscorp internal operations, but you must also remember that I'm still Oscorp major shareholder. I may not like to speak often, but no one has the authority to stop me when I do."

He cast a glance at Hammer.

"Hmph!"

Hammer, who had just raised his head and locked eyes with Harry, was infuriated by the younger man stare. With a cold snort, he got up and stormed out, ending the board meeting.

Soon, the outcome of the meeting spread.

Online, countless related headlines emerged:

[Oscorp Power Struggle Ends – Winner: The Osborns]

[Oscorp Returns to Osborn Control Once Again]

None of the news reports mentioned the bloody severed fingers on the meeting table.

It was as if the internal strife had been nothing more than a normal corporate competition, with no hint of violence involved.

Los Angeles, a beachfront mansion.

Tony Stark also received an invitation from Obadiah.

"Artificial Sun..."

Hearing J.A.R.V.I.S. report, Tony perked up slightly.

Setting aside the interpersonal dynamics and the subtle fissures between him and Obadiah, Tony found the experiment itself rather intriguing.

An artificial sun, a man-made clean energy source.

It was an extraordinary innovation.

As much as he hated to admit it, Tony Stark had to acknowledge that this technology was even harder to achieve than the Arc Reactor he had built in the cave.

Doctor Otto Octavius was an expert in nuclear physics. From this perspective, Tony couldn't confidently claim he was superior to Otto. In fact, standing on the same level as Otto would already be a self-compliment.

After all, Tony excelled more in implementing wild ideas and inventive creations.

Otto, on the other hand, was more grounded.

Take the upcoming public experiment, for example. Otto was set to showcase something that seemed impossible yet had already transitioned from theory to practice: the "Artificial Sun."

After spending over a decade on it, Otto had finally reached a tangible outcome.

"Three days from now?"

Tony glanced at the calendar, then at the portable Mark V armor he had just finished painting, based on earlier designs of his armor line. He instructed J.A.R.V.I.S., "Remind me when the time comes."

"Understood, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. responded immediately.

Since watching the Cyborg movie recently, Tony had made some optimizations to J.A.R.V.I.S.

However, he hadn't touched the emotional learning module.

Perhaps, deep down, Tony had long considered J.A.R.V.I.S. more than just an AI.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

New York.

Hudson Riverfront.

A massive experimental platform had been temporarily set up here, connected to power supplies and surrounded by advanced instruments.

Click, click, click!

Countless reporters crowded outside the area, frantically snapping photos.

Anton arrived on the scene.

Before the reporters could swarm him, they spotted another familiar figure arriving, carrying a suitcase.

"Tony, it rare to see you out and about these days."

Anton moved toward him with a smile, beating the reporters to the punch. His eyes swept over the suitcase in Tony hand, his heart full of surprise.

How long had it been?

Tony had already developed the portable Mark V armor?

The timeline for Iron Man 1 hadn't even passed yet!

What Anton didn't know was that the emergence of Batman had given Tony new insights and inspiration for his armor designs.

Additionally, after the traumatic kidnapping in Afghanistan, Tony had developed a stronger sense of urgency.

The portable armor, Mark V, was created as a tool to address this anxiety.

Designed to be quickly donned during everyday activities, it might be the weakest in combat among his current suits, but it gave Tony a sense of security. And for now, that was enough.