The night was as dark as thick ink, quietly covering the earth. Every inch of land was swallowed by its mysterious blackness.
Beneath the boundless night sky, scattered starlight adorned the vast heavens like diamonds, as if countless eyes were silently peering down at the peaceful night.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the chill of night. It stirred the chirping of insects and the soft rustle of leaves, bringing a little life and energy to the tranquil darkness.
The clean, orderly coastal road stretched ahead as the sea breeze brushed Stephen Strange's face, bringing a faint smile to his lips.
Having just finished partying, he was in high spirits as he drove his two-million-dollar Lamborghini convertible toward his villa in the suburbs.
As Stephen was rich—and everyone knew that rich people liked buying villas and estates—they all lived in the suburbs. Only poor people squeezed into the city.
Seeing that there was hardly anyone on the road, he floored the accelerator, spurred on by the alcohol, and pushed the car to two hundred miles per hour to vent his excitement.
And then there was no "then."
A huge boulder suddenly appeared on what had been a flat road, completely blocking the way right in front of Strange.
The sudden sight left Strange utterly dumbfounded. He instinctively slammed on the brakes. As a two-million-dollar luxury car, the Lamborghini naturally had outstanding performance.
But the problem was, the boulder had appeared too suddenly, and Strange was already driving at nearly two hundred miles per hour.
So when Strange slammed on the brakes, all the Lamborghini beneath him could weakly say was, "You can't stop whenever you want just because you want to."
Besides, the scariest problem wasn't the car. Strange wasn't wearing a seat belt!
"Bang~~"
The handsome Lamborghini crashed squarely