"Damn it, damn it!"
Inside a villa, the living room, which should have been neat and tidy, was now a complete mess—shattered glass, a ruined round table.
And crooked chairs. All of it showed that the place had just been thoroughly smashed up.
"You useless trash!"
Obadiah, the pot-bellied man, angrily pointed at the kidnapper leader on the computer screen.
The other man watched the enraged Obadiah with an indifferent expression. "It's already happened. What's the use of getting angry now?"
Unlike Obadiah's fury, the kidnapper leader had dared to bomb New York, proving he had plenty of nerve. Though he was angry that Tony had escaped, he felt more helpless than anything else.
"We should think about what to do next."
The leader spoke to Obadiah. Though he was merely the head of a small organization, all of his funding came from Obadiah. He could not afford to lose his benefactor.
"I know, I know." Obadiah muttered, covering his forehead as his gaze flickered uncertainly. "Let me think."
His memories returned to shortly after Tony had come back, when he had seen an extremely powerful-looking high-tech suit of armor in Tony's living room.
As he thought, Obadiah narrowed his eyes, and a plan surfaced in his mind.
"I'll find a way to get you to New York. In return, you'll help me capture someone."
A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes. Having watched Tony grow up, he knew that beneath that arrogant exterior, Tony actually had a weak heart.
And lately, that guy had been getting very close to his secretary.
Perhaps this was an opportunity?
With that thought, Obadiah made up his mind. "You leave tonight."
Hell's Kitchen, a synonym for chaos and violence.
Yet today, a church had actually opened in Hell's Kitchen!?
Yes, a church.