Half-conscious, Tony could vaguely see many people walking around, seemingly having a conversation. But Tony was in a very bad condition, with a high fever. The antitoxin serum was injected into his body, and he was fighting a fierce battle with the virus, using his body as a battlefield.
"What's the situation?" Donnie stood aside, worried and pacing restlessly.
"You guys brought him here just in time. His main problem right now is excessive blood loss. He just needs to recuperate for a while."
The speaker was a female doctor who worked with Blade. She had been bitten by Blade, who was hunting vampires, and had saved her life. She was also Blade's pharmacist, specializing in the preparation of potent potions targeting vampires, which would kill any vampire who was injected with them.
"Why are you so anxious? Tony Stark has no relationship with you. You have done a great favor by rescuing him. Even if he can't survive, it has nothing to do with you." Blade wiped his sword gently with a cloth. He had killed countless vampires with these two swords, and the ghosts of the vampires were lingering on them.
Downey muttered, "Who knew this guy would be so unlucky? All so glorious and showy during the day, only to be kidnapped by a vampire at night." He was genuinely worried Tony wouldn't make it. What would Iron Man be like then? A vampire Iron Man? Given Tony's pride, he could either burn his boats and develop a vaccine, a path proven infeasible by countless others, or simply die.
Elsewhere, the old bartender and the old man were having a few drinks and chatting. Seeing Donnie staring at him, he grinned. It was then that Donnie realized the old man's leg was indeed a bit lame. He hadn't noticed it when he was sitting in the audience.
"That's Whistler, a famous old vampire hunter. He's just a little old now and can only do logistical work." Blade introduced him to Donnie in a teasing manner.
Whistler was old and had a bad temper. When he heard this, he shouted angrily and shouted that he had taught Blade all his skills.
Donnie touched his chin and looked back at Tony, a genius who could be called a son of his time.
It's undeniable that Tony Stark can charm any type of woman. Besides his wealth and exceptional emotional intelligence, his looks are truly impressive. Although he's already middle-aged, his handsome features and the maturity that comes with middle-aged men make him incredibly attractive to women of all ages.
"What do you think? We saved this guy, so what benefits should we ask for from him?" The old bartender came over. He didn't care whether you were Stark or a big bastard. He paid more attention to practical things. No matter how many castles in the air he talked about, it was meaningless.
He was holding a bag of necklaces, fine wine and other looted items. Donny wanted to take them away, but this time it was the old bartender's turn to refuse to let him, claiming that he would sell these things at a high price and a rookie like Donny would only be ripped off.
"It would be absurd not to take advantage of a wealthy man like him. Look at what he's wearing, none of it is available on the market. Only the upper class can get it." Whistler put on the coat he had taken from Tony and admired it. They actually lived a very frugal life. All their money was used to make various silver weapons, which was an extremely expensive process.
Tony was the first to suggest that instead of asking for money and weapons, it would be better to ask for some shares of Stark Group. Tony is a major shareholder of Stark and holds a lot of shares.
"Money makes money and can bring in endless amounts of money. I think one thousandth of the shares is very appropriate and we can divide it equally." Downey said that he had originally planned to wait for the Stark Group to experience internal turmoil before acquiring it at a low price. At that time, the stock price would have plummeted by 60%.
"I'll give you one percent! From my own shares!"
Tony, who had been lying in bed unconscious for a long time, finally recovered a little. He opened his mouth and shouted that he was willing to give them one percent of the shares directly.
The female doctor took the ultraviolet lamp and shone it on Tony's face, then looked at his neck.
The wound had begun to scab over, so he nodded to everyone, indicating that he was fine.
Donnie was a bit stunned, shocked by Tony's boldness. One percent of Stark Group's shares—what a staggering figure! What was the market value of Stark Group? That was an astronomical figure.
Tony's personal wealth doesn't seem to be much, just over $100 billion, but this doesn't include the group industries he controls. Tony is willing to give out 1% of the Stark Group's shares, which is simply a crazy figure.
Even if Donny and others become idle parasites who only eat and wait for death in their next life, they will still have more money than they can spend.
Gurgle!
The clear sound of swallowing saliva shocked everyone.
Tony gasped and sat up with difficulty, looking at the group of vampire hunters, trying to memorize every face in his mind.
"Hey, can we wait a little longer to be shocked? I'm starving. Do you have any cheeseburgers here?" Tony joked, trying to lighten the mood. After all, it was these hunters who saved him, and Tony felt that one percent of the shares in exchange for his life was worth it.
What's more, one percent? Tony Stark is the controlling shareholder of the entire group! This number is not much for him at all.
Donnie was the most straightforward. He tossed Tony a cell phone and said, "Just call. Your people are probably going crazy. Their boss is gone. This is a world-shaking event."
Tony was very surprised. Aren't these people afraid that he will turn against them and deny their promise?
The others really didn't react in any other way. Blade was still sharpening his knife, the old bartender and Whistler sat back down to drink, the female doctor continued to prepare the potion, and only Donnie was looking at him.
Tony dialed a number and his AI butler immediately tracked down the address, but that wasn't necessary because armed forces were already on the scene.
Several people rescued Tony and did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts, so they were exposed to the cameras. The armed forces took action at night and surrounded the factory.
An officer outside shouted at the people inside to put down their weapons immediately and allow them to be inspected. If they made any unusual movements, they would be shot on the spot.
Several soldiers received the order and were about to break down the gate and rush in.
"What a hassle!" Tony muttered, and several vehicles parked outside immediately deformed with a click, assembling countless guns and cannons to point at the troops outside.
They quickly shut up, and the unsuspecting lower-level soldiers looked at each other, a little confused.
How come the mechanic has this signature ability here?
A towering man suddenly stood out from the team and shouted, "Stop it, this is a misunderstanding, stop it! I'm Happy, I'm the bodyguard of my boss Tony, I want to see my boss!"
Donnie shrugged nonchalantly, and Blade opened the door to let Happy in.
Happy, the burly man, almost cried when he saw Tony, because Tony's image was too bad, as if he had been abused countless times. His defeated face and tattered clothes were far from Tony's usual showy appearance.
Seeing Happy hugging Tony and crying like a chicken, everyone felt a chill, and all the men took a step back in unison, in perfect unison.
"Okay, now that the playboy issue is resolved, we should discuss how to deal with that bastard Dicken. He's waiting for us to dive in. I've been fighting vampires all these days, and honestly, I'm tired of it."
Donnie clapped his hands and called everyone over.