In the suburbs of Manhattan, a car suddenly stopped on the road.
Two figures got out of the car one after another.
Of course, it was Stark and Delia.
In fact, they didn't stop the car by choice.
The car had run out of gas.
Speaking of which...
It was Stark's fault.
He had been driving this small car around for the past two days. It should have run out of gas a long time ago.
"Boss, what should we do?"
Standing beside the car, Delia looked at Stark helplessly.
Stark did not say anything. After all, the responsibility was indeed on him. Thus, he took out a map and studied it.
"We'll just go there on foot."
Stark realized that the two of them were not far from Manhattan. It was only about 20 kilometers away. They could take a shortcut and pass through a forest.
With their extraordinary stamina, they would arrive in about two hours.
At once, Stark put away the map and rushed towards the forest.
