While half-drowning, Tony vaguely saw many people walking back and forth around him, and they seemed to be talking. But Tony was in poor condition, with a high fever, and an anti-toxic serum was injected into it, using his body as the battlefield to fight fiercely against the virus.

"How is the situation?" Donnie stood aside, walking around worriedly and anxiously.

"You sent it very timely. Now his problem is that he loses too much blood, just need to cultivate for a while."

The person who spoke was a female doctor who followed the Blade. When she was bitten, she was saved by the Blade who chased the vampire and saved her life. She was also the Blade's pharmacist, and specially equipped with some strong potions for vampires. The vampire who was injected will die.

"Why are you doing so anxious? Tony Stark is not close to you. It is a great kindness for you to rescue him. Even if he can't stand it, it has nothing to do with you." Blade gently wiped his sword with a cloth. He used these two swords to kill countless vampires, and the vampire's wronged souls were lingering on it.

Donnie muttered: "Who would know that this guy is so unlucky. He is so glamorous during the day, but he is tied up by a vampire at night." He was really worried that Tony would not be able to survive. Then what is the Iron Man in the future? The Vampire Man? According to Tony's arrogant attitude, he would either go all out to develop a vaccine, but this road was confirmed to be unsuccessful by countless people, or he would just want to die.

On the other side, the old bartender drank some wine with the old man and the two were talking. Seeing Donnie staring at him, the old man grinned and laughed. At this time, Donnie realized that the old man's legs were indeed a little lame. He was sitting in the audience, but he didn't notice it.

"That's Whistler, the old vampire hunter who has been famous for a long time, but he is a little old now and can only do logistics." Blade introduced to Donnie teasingly.

Whistler was old and had a big temper. He shouted angrily after hearing this, yelling loudly that he was teaching all the skills of Blade.

Donny touched his chin and looked back at Tony, a genius who could be called the son of the times.

I have to say that Tony Stark can hang out among any type of women, except for his wealth and super high emotional intelligence, his appearance is indeed excellent. Although he has entered middle age, his correct facial features and the unique maturity of middle-aged men make him fatal lethal to women of all ages.

"You said, we saved this guy, what should he care about what benefits he wants?" The old bartender came over. He didn't care whether you were Stark or shit. He paid more attention to practical things. No matter how many castles in the air were, it would be meaningless.

He held a bag of necklaces and good wine and other things that were looted. Donny wanted to take them away. This time it was the old bartender who refused to let them go, claiming that he would sell these things at a high price. A rookie like Donny would only be cheated to death.

"It's hard tolerate that he is a rich man who doesn't take the opportunity to kill a piece. Look at what he wears, all the styles that cannot be bought on the market. Only the upper class can get it." Whistler put the jacket he took off from Tony and exclaimed. They actually lived a very hard life, and all the money was used to prepare various silver weapons. This was an unusual process of burning money.

Donnie took the lead in suggesting that instead of asking for money and weapons, it is better to ask for some shares of Stark Group. Tony is Stark's major shareholder and has a lot of shares.

"Money can bring a steady stream of money. I think one-thousandth of shares is very suitable, and we can share it equally." Donnie said that he originally planned to wait for the Stark Group to have internal turmoil before a low price acquisition. At that time, the stock price would plummet by 60%.

"I'll give you one percent! Give it from my own shares!"

Tony, who had been unconscious in bed for a long time, finally recovered a little. He shouted, willing to give them one percent of their shares directly.

The female doctor took the ultraviolet light and lit Tony's face. She looked at Tony's neck again. The wound had initially scabbed. She nodded to everyone and signaled that it was fine.

Donnie was a little shocked, shocked by Tony's courage. What an amazing number is the shareholding of Stark Group! What is the market value of Stark Group? That is an astronomical number.

Tony himself does not seem to have much property, only more than $100 billion, but this does not count the group industry he controls. Tony is willing to take out one percent of the Stark Group's shares, which is simply a crazy number.

Even if Donny and others are a rice worm that is scattered and waiting to die in the next life, they will have endless money to spend.

Gulu!

Everyone was stunned with a clear sound of whimpering.

Tony gasped, he sat up with difficulty, looking at the group of vampire hunters, trying to keep every face in his mind.

"I said, can we be shocked later? I'm almost starving to death. Is there a cheeseburger here?" Tony joked to ease the atmosphere. No matter what, these hunters saved him, and one percent of the shares exchanged for his life. Tony felt it was worth it.

What's more, one percent? He, 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 threw a cell phone to Tony and said, "Just call directly. Your people are almost crazy. Their boss is gone. This is a big event that shocked the world."

Tony was surprised. Isn’t this group of people afraid that he will turn against him?

The others did not react any other way. The blade was still rubbing the knife. The old bartender and Whistler sat back on the drinks. The female doctor continued to arrange the potion, and only Downey was watching him.

Tony dialed a number and his AI steward would immediately track the address. But in fact, there was no need to do so, because armed forces had already arrived.

Several people rescued Tony, but did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts. They were exposed to the camera. The armed forces operated at night and surrounded the factory.

An officer outside shouted, asking the people inside to put down their weapons immediately for inspection, and if there is any abnormal movement, they will kill them on the spot.

Several soldiers were ordered to break through the door and rush in.

"It's so troublesome!" Donnie muttered, and the vehicles parked outside immediately deformed, assembling countless guns and pointing at the troops outside.

They quickly shut up, and the unknowing soldiers looked at each other, a little confused.

How can a mechanic have this signature ability here?

A big man like an iron tower suddenly stood up from the team and shouted: "Stop it, this is a misunderstanding, stop it! I am Hapi, I am my boss Tony's bodyguard, I want to see my boss!"

Donnie shrugged indifferently, and the blade opened the door and let Hapi come in.

When the burly man, Hapi, almost cried when he saw Tony because Tony's image was too bad, as if he had been abused countless times. His disastrous face and tattered clothes were really far from Tony's slutty appearance.

Seeing Hapi crying with Tony as if he was holding a chicken, everyone felt chills, and the men took a step back together, with a full understanding.

"Okay, this playboy's problem has been solved. We should discuss how to deal with that bastard Dicken. He is waiting for us to dive in. I have been fighting vampires these days, and to be honest, I'm annoyed."
Chapter completed!