During this past month, he kept a diary while practicing martial arts, and the days passed quickly. In the meantime, the energy bar in his mind filled up once again, and he drew another prize. Who would have thought that this time he didn’t get anything good—he only drew funds amounting to twenty million dollars.

Although for an ordinary person this is an unimaginably huge fortune, enough to achieve financial freedom instantly, for Brian Carter now, it was something dispensable.

Still, an increase in wealth is always a good thing, so Brian Carter wasn’t discouraged.

With so much money, Brian Carter found that using money to pave the way became even smoother—even the doors of dark force masters could be broken open.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a floor-to-ceiling window by the roadside. Inside, there was a television broadcasting an exclusive interview. The interviewee was none other than another big shot from Stark Industries, Obadiah Stane.

Inside, Obadiah Stane was smiling as he shared amusing stories from Tony Stark’s childhood with the host, putting on the act of a good uncle, constantly emphasizing how harmonious his relationship with Tony Stark was.

But probably no one except Brian Carter knew that, in private, he wished he could kill Tony Stark.

“People are not always what they seem!” Brian Carter sighed, when suddenly a commotion sounded behind him.

“Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, hand over your money, hand over your bag!”

Brian Carter turned his head and saw several tall black thugs approaching him with fruit knives in hand. Clearly, they had noticed his nice clothes and thought he was an easy mark.

“In broad daylight, under the open sky…” Brian Carter was a bit speechless.

Well, this was America—makes sense!

Especially for Asians, who are at the bottom of the social hierarchy here, even black guys can bully them.

“Don’t understand English?” The leading black man thought Brian Carter was a foreigner who didn’t understand English, so he repeated himself.

But before he could react, there was a blur, and Brian Carter was already in front of him, throwing a punch.

“Ah!”

With a miserable scream, the leader was sent flying several meters, several of his ribs broken.

The other black men, seeing this, immediately became even more vicious and charged at him.

But it was the same for them—one punch each, and they were knocked down.

Chapter 9: A Dangerous Man in Iron Man’s Eyes, Brian Carter

Brian Carter looked at the black men lying on the ground and shook his head. Truly, they didn’t know what was good for them!

On the surface, it looked like he had only broken a few ribs, but in reality, he had used dark force techniques, injuring their internal organs. For the rest of their lives, they could forget about doing any physical labor.

If it weren’t broad daylight, facing such trash, Brian Carter wouldn’t have been so polite—he would have just cleaned them up, ridding society of some pests.

“Chinese kung fu!”

“Wow, it really is Chinese kung fu!”

“Chinese kung fu is so cool, I want to learn it too!”

Exclamations of surprise came from the surrounding passersby. Seeing Brian Carter like that, their minds immediately associated him with the once-popular Chinese kung fu.

Brian Carter didn’t linger, leaving right away to avoid any trouble.

After finishing his day’s training and returning home, it was already past seven in the evening. He cooked himself a steak, cleaned up after eating, and then began recording his diary for the day.

For over a month now, this had become an unbreakable habit.

While Brian Carter was writing his diary, he also attracted the attention of Tony Stark.

Originally, Tony Stark was about to go out to a party, but he canceled his plans and went straight to the underground secret room. Only he had access to this place—not even Pepper Pepper Potts, who could go anywhere else, had permission to enter.

This was where he usually analyzed the diary.

“What did he write today? Hopefully it’s not another ‘clear weather, nothing happened’ kind of perfunctory entry. If it is, don’t even bother notifying me!” Tony Stark said as he took off his suit jacket and walked toward the basement.

For the past month, Brian Carter’s perfunctory diary entries had really made Tony Stark sick—he often came with high hopes, only to leave disappointed.

“Jarvis, what has this Brian Carter been up to lately?”

Tony Stark asked.

Because most of Brian Carter’s entries this month were trivial and uninformative, even though Tony Stark was eager to learn about the future and parallel universes, he couldn’t help but shift his attention elsewhere—after all, he still had company matters to handle, especially dealing with the board’s constant urging.

This month, the board had pushed him several times to go to Afghanistan.

But knowing full well that going to Afghanistan meant getting kidnapped, there was no way Tony Stark would go to his doom without knowing what would happen.

He was arrogant, but not stupid.

Yet the more the board pushed, the more uneasy he felt.

After all, while promoting and demonstrating new weapons was important, it wasn’t necessary for the chairman himself to go in person. Couldn’t they just send a board member? This month, he’d spent all his time playing mind games with the board.