Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Watching Coulson's departing figure disappear into the elevator, the atmosphere in the living room didn't ease. Tony whirled around, staring at Wang Huanbo: "What you just said... about Obadiah..."

"It's just a logical deduction," Wang Huanbo interrupted him, walking to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looking at the azure sea outside. "You'll have to find the evidence yourself. The most urgent thing is to perfect your armor. Your actions in Afghanistan have essentially announced the existence of 'Iron Man' to everyone. Trouble will come knocking soon."

"Trouble?" Tony scoffed, walking over to Wang Huanbo and looking out the window, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "With Mark II around, no trouble is worth mentioning! Right now, I just want to know..."

His words were abruptly interrupted by a piercing alarm!

Woo-woo-woo!

Red warning lights flashed frantically on the living room ceiling. Jarvis's voice, devoid of its usual composure, was laced with obvious urgency: "Sir! Large-scale intrusion detected! Unidentified armed personnel have breached the outer security system! More than twenty in number! Carrying heavy weaponry! Their target is the main villa!"

"What?!" Tony and Pepper exclaimed simultaneously.

"Jarvis! Activate Home Defense Protocol! Seal all entrances! Pepper, to the safe house!" Tony reacted quickly, shoving Pepper toward the hidden door leading to the basement.

"Tony!" Pepper's face turned pale.

"Go!" Tony yelled, rushing towards the elevator. "Jarvis, armor!"

"The elevator system has been compromised by intruders! Sir, we recommend that you proceed to the underground laboratory via the emergency exit on the east side!" Jarvis reported urgently.

Tony cursed and turned to rush towards the hallway on the other side of the living room. Wang Huanbo, however, remained rooted to the spot, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing through the huge French windows to lock onto several black figures on the beach below, using the rocks as cover to rapidly advance towards the villa. These men were swift, tactically proficient, and well-equipped; they were no ordinary bandits.

"They're from the Ten Commandments Gang." Wang Huanbo's voice was icy. "It seems Obadiah's 'partners' can't wait any longer."

Before the words were even finished, a violent explosion suddenly came from the west side of the villa!

Boom!

The entire building shook! Glass windows shattered everywhere! Thick smoke and flames erupted instantly!

"Sir! The west wall has been hit by an RPG rocket! The intruders have breached the first line of defense!" Jarvis's alarm blared even more sharply.

Tony had just reached the emergency exit when the shockwave from the explosion knocked him off balance. He looked back at the billowing smoke to the west, his eyes blazing with fury: "These lunatics!"

Just then, three fully armed men wearing black masks rushed in through the breach that had been blown open! Their automatic rifles spat fire, and bullets swept through the living room like a deluge!

"Tony! Watch out!" Pepper screamed from behind a load-bearing pillar.

Tony instinctively looked for cover, but it was too far away! Bullets were about to engulf him!

A figure appeared like a ghost, blocking Tony's path!

It's Wang Huanbo!

He made no attempt to dodge. Facing the whistling rain of bullets, he lowered his body slightly, his arms drawing a smooth, round arc in front of him, his fingers spread wide and his palms slightly concave, as if he were holding up an invisible full moon in the void.

"The Tiger-Taming Fist of the Gongzi Form!"

A deep voice rang out, carrying a peculiar rhythm. His movements appeared slow, but were in fact incredibly fast! As his arms danced, they created a visible, rippling afterimage, like waves on water!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

A series of crisp, teeth-grinding metallic clangs rang out! Those high-speed bullets, capable of tearing a human body apart, seemed to have struck an invisible, resilient wall the instant they made contact with that afterimage! The bullet trajectories were forcibly distorted and deflected! Some shot towards the ceiling, some struck the expensive floor, scattering sparks, while many more were drawn by a gentle yet overwhelming force, changing direction and colliding with each other before falling to the ground!

The three militants were clearly caught off guard; their fingers froze, ready to pull the trigger! What kind of monster is this?!

Wang Huanbo's movements didn't falter at all! The instant he deflected the first wave of bullets, he stomped his left foot hard on the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the hard marble tiles! Using this explosive force, he shot forward like an arrow, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters and rushing to the three armed men!

"roar!"

With a deep, tiger-like roar, Wang Huanbo clenched his right fist, his arm muscles bulging like a coiled dragon, his fist seemingly imbued with immense power, carrying an unparalleled and destructive momentum, aimed straight at the chest of the armed man in the middle!

Gongzi Fuhuquan - Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart!

The militant had no time to react; he felt an irresistible force slam into his chest! His bulletproof vest groaned under the strain, instantly caved in! He was thrown backward as if hit by a speeding truck, his feet leaving the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, crashing heavily against the wall before sliding down, his fate unknown!

The other two were terrified and instinctively turned their guns around! But Wang Huanbo was even faster! After his successful strike, his body didn't stop moving; he spun around like a top! His left arm moved like a snake emerging from its hole, his five fingers coming together in a crane's beak shape, swiftly pecking at the throat of the armed man on the left!

Tiger and Crane in Dual Forms – Crane's Beak Seals the Throat!

Click!

A chilling crack! The militant's Adam's apple and neck bone were instantly shattered by this swift, sharp strike! His eyes bulged, he gasped for breath, the gun slipped from his hand, and his body went limp.

The last militant finally pulled the trigger! But Wang Huanbo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; the instant the gun fired, his body slid to the side as if boneless, narrowly avoiding the fatal bullet! At the same time, his right leg swept backward like a steel whip!

Tiger and Crane Dual Forms – Tiger Tail and Feet!

The kick landed squarely on the ribs of the last militant! The terrifying force erupted, and the man clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking. He was swept away and crashed through another intact French window, screaming as he fell onto the terrace outside.

The entire battle, from Wang Huanbo blocking the bullet to taking down three armed men, took only two or three seconds! Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! His movements were fluid and graceful, a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, brimming with a breathtaking power and beauty!

Tony stared in disbelief at what was happening before him, his mouth agape, forgetting even to breathe. He had seen Wang Huanbo fight in the desert cave, but only glimpsed it briefly. Now, witnessing this scene, so close and so clearly, like something out of a martial arts movie, was an unparalleled experience! The exquisite moves, the inhuman speed and strength, the effortless deflection of deadly danger… this was simply beyond human capabilities!

"Holy shit..." Tony muttered to himself, feeling his worldview being violently shaken once again.

Wang Huanbo slowly withdrew his stance, his breathing steady, as if the thunderous outburst had been merely a casual gesture. He glanced at the incapacitated militants on the ground and the figures on the balcony outside the window, his brow furrowing slightly: "This is just the first wave. There are many more outside. Tony, go put on your 'Iron Skin'."

Tony snapped back to reality, his eyes instantly sharpening: "Jarvis! Make way for me!"

"The emergency exit on the east side is temporarily safe! Sir, please proceed immediately!" Jarvis's voice came through.

Without hesitation, Tony dashed towards the emergency exit. Pepper, standing anxiously at the safe house door, called out, "Tony! Watch out!"

"Stay in the safe house and don't come out!" Tony shouted without turning his head.

Wang Huanbo turned and walked towards the breach on the west side that had been blown open. Several more dark figures tried to rush in through the thick smoke. He didn't stop, his figure moving swiftly like a ghost among the bunkers in the living room. With each pause, an armed man attempting to break in from another direction was swiftly taken down. Whether it was a precise knuckle strike to the temple or a tricky grappling move to dislocate a joint, his movements were concise, efficient, and carried a cold, rhythmic quality.

As Tony frantically donned the Mark II armor in the underground lab with the help of a robotic arm, the sounds of battle, explosions, and screams erupted from the upper levels of the villa. His heart pounded with anxiety; the moment his helmet visor closed, the thrusters beneath his feet emitted a blinding blue light!

"Jarvis! Maximum power! Charge!"

boom!

The golden-red steel warriors, like angry rockets, burst from the emergency exit of the underground laboratory, carrying with them a cloud of debris and dust, and rushed straight to the upper floors of the villa!

Tony crashed through the ceiling and landed in the second-floor hallway. The sight before him enraged him. The hallway was a mess, the walls riddled with bullet holes, and expensive artwork reduced to fragments. Several armed men were attempting to blow up the alloy door leading to the safe house!

"Hey! Party animals!" Tony's voice boomed through the armored speaker, cold and metallic, laced with barely suppressed rage. "Uninvited guests aren't welcome here!"

The armed men turned around in horror and saw the golden-red steel warriors. They instinctively raised their guns and fired!

Tony didn't even bother to dodge! The bullets struck the armor with a crisp clanging sound, leaving only faint white marks.

"Tickle me?" Tony scoffed, his palm cannon instantly charging!

Buzz—Boom!

Two dazzling beams of energy shot out, accurately striking two armed men! They didn't even have time to scream before being torn to shreds by the violent energy!

The remaining militants were terrified and turned to run away!

"Where do you want to go?" Tony subtly adjusted the thrusters on his feet, his body gliding in front of them like a ghost, and the miniature machine gun on his shoulder popped out!

Da da da da!

A dense hail of bullets rained down! Instantly turning the remaining enemies into sieves!

Having dealt with the enemies in the corridor, Tony immediately rushed towards the living room. Just as he emerged from the corridor, he saw Wang Huanbo surrounded by five or six armed men, bullets raining down on him!

"Watch out!" Tony shouted instinctively, and the Palm Cannon charged again!

However, Wang Huanbo was even faster! Faced with encirclement, his figure swayed like a willow in the wind, each seemingly dangerous sway perfectly avoiding fatal bullets. His footwork was mysterious, as if he were stepping on the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) to maneuver and dodge in the confined space, making it impossible for the enemy's firepower to concentrate!

Suddenly, he ducked low, like a tiger crouching on the ground! Then, his legs unleashed terrifying power, propelling him into the air like a cannonball! In mid-air, his arms outstretched, his left hand sweeping away the gun barrels coming from the side with the lightness of a crane's wing, while his right hand clenched into a fist, carrying an unstoppable and fierce momentum, slamming towards the face of the enemy directly in front of him like a meteorite!

Tiger and Crane in Dual Forms – The Roar of the Tiger and the Cry of the Crane!

boom!

The militant's mask and nose bridge collapsed instantly! He was blasted backward!

The moment Wang Huanbo landed, his body spun around, and his right leg swept backward like a steel whip! Tiger Tail Kick!

Crack! Another enemy's leg bone broke, and he fell to the ground screaming in agony!

The remaining three were terrified and turned to flee! Wang Huanbo's eyes turned cold, and he moved like lightning, instantly catching up! His hands, with fingers like hooks, precisely gripped the back of their necks, and he slammed them together with tremendous force!

Boom!

The two heads collided violently like overripe watermelons! They instantly lost consciousness!

The last person had just reached the breach created by the explosion when Wang Huanbo grabbed a dagger that had fallen to the ground and threw it at him!

puff!

The dagger pierced his back with pinpoint accuracy! The man staggered a few steps and collapsed to the ground.

Tony's palm-sized cannon was still glowing blue, but the battle was over. He stood in the messy living room, watching Wang Huanbo slowly withdraw his attack, his breathing steady, as if he had just done a warm-up. Looking at the armed men lying scattered on the ground, some dead and some wounded, Tony's lips twitched violently beneath his mask.

"...Okay," Tony's voice was dry and incredulous, "I admit, your 'Chinese Kung Fu'...is actually pretty good."

Wang Huanbo walked to a corpse, squatted down, and pulled off the body's mask, revealing a face with distinct Middle Eastern features. He then examined the body's weapons and equipment markings. "It's the Ten Commandments gang. The equipment is excellent, and their tactical coordination is quite professional. It seems Obadiah's 'partner' has gone all out."

Tony's mask snapped back, revealing his grim face: "How dare they?! Attack my home directly?!"

"You went to Afghanistan wearing that iron suit and ruined their livelihood, so naturally they want revenge." Wang Huanbo stood up, brushing non-existent dust off his hands. "Besides, Obadiah also needs an opportunity to test your strength, or... eliminate you."

"Obadiah..." Tony's eyes flashed coldly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Today's attack had completely ignited the anger and murderous intent in his heart towards this "uncle".

"Sir, the intruders outside the villa have been repelled or eliminated by the security system. The safe house is intact, and Miss Potts is safe," Jarvis's voice rang out. "The police and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are on their way."

Tony took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger, and looked at Wang Huanbo: "Thanks for earlier..."

"It's my duty," Wang Huanbo said calmly. "But Tony, did you see it?"

"What do you see?"

"The Mark II has limitations in confined indoor spaces." Wang Huanbo pointed to the surrounding environment. "Your armored firepower is powerful, but when faced with close-range, multi-directional attacks, especially when the enemy is mixed in with the building structure, your heavy firepower cannot be fully utilized. Instead, it is more likely to cause friendly fire and greater damage. You need a more flexible combat style that is more adaptable to complex environments."

Tony surveyed the chaotic living room. The expensive sofa was riddled with holes, famous paintings were reduced to fragments, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes and blast marks. He had to admit Wang Huanbo was right. Armored vehicles were indeed somewhat limiting in urban warfare or indoor environments.

"So what suggestions do you have? Put nunchucks on my armor?" Tony said irritably.

"Perhaps we could try integrating some close-combat assistance systems." Wang Huanbo walked to the breach that had been blasted open, looking at the battlefield being cleared by security robots. "For example, could we design an AI program to assist in combat based on my motion capture data? Or, could we add instantaneous burst power amplification devices to the joints of the armor, in conjunction with specific combat techniques?"

Tony stroked his chin, his eyes lighting up: "Motion capture? Fighting AI? Sounds...interesting. Jarvis! Record all the surveillance footage of Wang Huanbo's fight! Don't miss a single frame! I want to study his 'kung fu' carefully!"

He looked at Wang Huanbo, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a genius facing a new challenge: "Looks like my Mark II needs a 'Chinese Kung Fu' module added. Wang Huanbo, interested in being my 'combat technology consultant'? The pay is negotiable!"

Looking at the familiar, inquisitive, and eager light in Tony's eyes, Wang Huanbo finally smiled faintly: "Teaching an arrogant idiot kung fu? Sounds like quite a challenge."