Although he wasn't sure why Stark had such strong confidence, he thought about Stark's technological prowess.
Andy knew his worries might be a bit excessive. While Stark was arrogant, he had the capital to be so.
The technology he possessed would take many scientists decades to achieve.
By then, Stark's technology would have advanced to an unknown degree.
Seeing Stark's confident demeanor, Andy no longer tried to dissuade him.
Even if Stark truly suffered a setback at Ivan's Hands, Andy wouldn't be worried.
The fact that this guy could build the Mark I right under the Terrorists' noses only indicated one thing.
The greater the setback, the more powerful motivation it would ignite in him.
If he failed at Ivan's Hands, Andy believed that with Stark's abilities,
He would certainly recover quickly and reappear before the world with even more powerful technology.
This situation made Andy somewhat expectant. He raised his glass and lightly clinked it with Stark's.
The two exchanged a smile and drained the liquid in their glasses.
As time passed, night gradually fell.
The people in Hunters Bar had long sobered up and walked out into the open space.
In the dock district, Kingpin had already prepared fireworks to celebrate the gathering.
With continuous loud bangs, countless fireworks exploded in the sky, blooming with dazzling colors.
Everyone living in Hells Kitchen clearly saw that Hunters Bar's gathering had long spread throughout Hells Kitchen.
Everyone maintained a certain unspoken understanding; on this day, no one did anything bad.
They didn't want to ruin this day, which belonged exclusively to Hells Kitchen, and all spent a peaceful day just like the people outside Hells Kitchen.
Meanwhile, in the sewers of Hells Kitchen, large groups of Red Dress Killers were rapidly moving through the intricate passages.
They carried bags of dirt on their backs, quickly transporting the soil out of the sewers.
These Killers had been digging here for who knows how long. A huge void appeared in the sewers of the block next to the Hunters Tavern.
Hundreds of Red Dress Killers, like laborers, dug continuously here.
A Killer with a special Mark patrolled the area, and finding nothing, quickly left.
Directly above their excavation was an abandoned factory that had been acquired.
The Killer appeared there and walked towards the office in the factory.
Knock, knock, knock
A knock sounded, and then the Killer pushed the door open.
Three elders were talking in the office, and after the Killer entered, they all looked at him.
Their eyes were fierce; most people would involuntarily flinch upon seeing them.
However, the Killer faced the gazes of the elders with complete calm.
"Master, our people have been digging for a long time. Is the location a bit off? I haven't sensed the aura of the Dragon Bone."
The Killer bowed and said to one of the elders.
The Hand Killers had been digging in the sewers for an unknown period.
But they still hadn't sensed any trace of the Dragon Bone's aura. He wondered if their digging direction was incorrect.
"It won't be wrong. I've investigated here for a long time. The best burial ground in all of New York is here. Keep digging down; the Dragon Bone must be here."
Madame Gao said coldly, looking at the Killer in front of her.
They had been searching for the Dragon Bone's whereabouts, and she was the first to pinpoint its location.
This was also why she could be resurrected, because she held the key to the Dragon Bone's whereabouts.
The Killer's Master gave Madame Gao a cold glance and said,
"Madame Gao, we need the Dragon Bone, not a general location.
Our last piece of Dragon Bone was consumed to resurrect you. After some time, I will also enter slumber. If we don't find the Dragon Bone, we will all die."
Madame Gao, having been mocked, glared at the Killer's Master and gritted her teeth, saying,
"Murakami, are you threatening me? Don't forget that Dragon Bone was originally mine."
Ignoring Madame Gao, Murakami looked at his disciple and said, "Shin, tell them to keep digging and speed up the excavation. Perhaps the Dragon Bone is even deeper."
"Yes!"
Shin bowed slightly and backed out of the office.
After Shin left, Madame Gao snorted coldly, no longer bothering with the two in front of her.
After the fireworks display ended, Dominic and the others found Shang-Chi.
"Are you looking for me for something?"
Looking at the people who came to find him, Shang-Chi was a little curious. Did these racing instructors have some request?
Dominic nodded seriously and pointed to their vehicles, saying,
"Can we have a race here? We want to celebrate in our own way."
They were a street racing gang, and there was only one way for them to celebrate: street racing, speeding through the streets in cars.
Dominic's voice wasn't lowered, and many people around them heard his words.
Everyone started cheering. Street racing in Hells Kitchen, this was a novel experience.
Everyone looked at Kingpin, as street racing in Hells Kitchen required his approval.
Everyone looked at Kingpin expectantly; for a moment, not a sound could be heard.
Under everyone's gaze, Kingpin called a thug, gave a few instructions, and then left Hunters Bar with his wife and child.
After Kingpin left, the thug loudly announced the opening of a betting game.
Seeing this, everyone knew Kingpin had agreed to the street race in Hells Kitchen.
Many people called their brothers, as they were going to race in Hells Kitchen today.
Without a good car, there was no hope of winning.
It should be known that many people had already placed bets with the thug, with stakes approaching one hundred thousand.
If they won the race, they would get nearly one hundred thousand in prize money.
Dominic hadn't expected that a simple question from him would ignite the place.
Looking at the huge prize money in front of the thug, he couldn't help but place a bet himself.
The thug, of course, accepted all bets. He didn't care who won the race.
He only cared about how much money he could earn. Kingpin allowing him to set up a betting table here meant he agreed to the race.
As for how much he could earn, that depended on his own ability.
But this didn't faze him. As a seasoned gambler, he knew exactly how to balance the odds for such bets.
He didn't adjust the odds individually because he didn't have that much time to manage them.
He simply divided all the money into ten parts; only the first-place driver would receive half of the total bets as prize money.
And those who bet on the first-place driver would share the other half of the bets with him.
This was the first racing competition held in Hells Kitchen, and everyone was extremely excited.
Vehicles continuously approached Hunters Bar, surrounding it completely.
Seeing such a scene, Jessica and the others walked out.
Either by threat or by force,
They managed to get all these vehicles to disperse onto the designated streets. Most of the car owners were somewhat displeased.
But considering the disparity in strength between them and the others, they could only comply with their instructions.
Fortunately, Jessica and the others didn't prevent them from participating in the race, which brought them some comfort.
As the key person who proposed the race, Dominic was the first driver to take the field.
Watching his red racing car slowly reach the starting line, everyone erupted in cheers.
After the other cars were parked, the thug running the betting table, who knows where he found a megaphone, shouted:
"3, 2, 1, Ready Go!!!"
At the thug's command, all the vehicles instantly shot out from the starting line.
Dominic was far in the lead, his exhaust pipes roaring.
The exhilarating engine sound echoed through the streets, and the other drivers watched helplessly as they were left further and further behind.
With a fierce resolve, they floored their accelerators, and their cars' speeds rapidly increased, but they still couldn't see Dominic's shadow.
Although their cars were also modified, they weren't professional drivers like Dominic.
The first-place prize was hopeless, so they could only fiercely compete for second place.
After all, Dominic's racing speed was despair-inducing; they were simply not in the same league of drivers.
Soon, at the other end of the street, Dominic's racing car appeared before everyone.
Slowly stopping at the finish line, the bald Dominic got out of the car with a bored expression.
They were completely outmatched; this kind of one-sided race made him feel bored.
"Oh, the first place is our expected Dominic, the Dominic who proposed the street race!"
Hearing the thug's announcement, the surrounding drivers cheered.
Dominic's performance just now had been very enlightening for them. It turned out cars could be modified like this and driven like this.
Taking the one hundred thousand handed to him by the thug, a smile appeared on Dominic's face.
These bundles of cash were his constant motivation for racing.
The subsequent cars finally reached the finish line. Their competition along the way was very intense, no less than those professional races.
Moreover, this was Hells Kitchen, and they used every trick in the book.
Their cars were covered in huge dents, and some even had several spikes stuck in their tires.
Looking at the performance of these few, and then at Dominic.
The race track was filled with boos; the skill they displayed was truly too poor.
Even with these underhanded tactics, the distance between them remained largely the same.
Andy and the others, watching the race from the second floor of Hunters Bar, also looked disgusted, followed by admiration for Dominic.
This guy's skill was truly amazing. They all knew that Dominic hadn't even given his full effort in this race.
But he still easily won the race, which made them admire Dominic, who specialized in racing.
After watching for a while longer, Stark said with a strange expression:
"How do I feel that holding a race here isn't a good idea? Their driving skills will improve, isn't that just causing trouble for our Chief George?"
He then burst into laughter. If the thugs in Hells Kitchen had good driving skills, they would likely get involved in robberies and other crimes.
And this race was a place for them to continuously improve their racing skills. They could not only improve their own skills but also compete for the prize money in each race.
This multi-beneficial approach was an excellent method for these thugs.
And looking at the situation, these races should be held frequently here.
Then one can imagine how difficult it would be for the Police to chase them.
Thinking of this, Andy and the others also smiled.
This had nothing to do with them; these thugs were just racing.
Who knew if those carrying robbers and fleeing everywhere would appear among this group of people.
Meanwhile, Wang Kaixuan, watching the race downstairs, looked envious.
He had seen the one hundred thousand dollars in Dominic's Hand; those bundles of green banknotes made him extremely envious.
It was just one race, and from preparation to the start of the race, it didn't even take an hour in total.
That guy named Dominic easily earned one hundred thousand, an amount they hadn't even reached yet.
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