The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 160 Prelude
Along the way, Steve's tall and straight figure was particularly eye-catching.

Passersby who saw Steve had different reactions.

Some passers-by nodded slightly and nodded towards Steve to express their respect to him.

Some passers-by instantly turned into crazy fans, screaming excitedly, their faces filled with excitement and joy.

These people quickly gathered around, took out paper and pen, and asked Steve to sign.

Others couldn't wait to raise their phones or cameras to take photos with Steve and record this unforgettable moment.

At this moment, a bold girl came forward with a red face, her eyes sparkling, looking at Steve expectantly.

"Steve, can you come to our party?"

The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, with a hint of nervousness and shyness.

However, Steve smiled gently and politely declined her invitation.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do right now and can't come to your party. I hope you have a good time."

After dealing with these crazy fans, Steve took Wes into a secluded path.

This path is far away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd and is particularly quiet.

After opening his mouth again, Steve's voice was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

"I heard you're an orphan," Steve said apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm just curious how you managed to leave New York and live alone at that age."

"Ah, a magic school accepted me." Weiss said lightly.

"Is there really a magic school?" A hint of surprise flashed in Steve's eyes.

"Of course, I wasn't born with magic skills," Weiss replied with a smile.

The two walked into a restaurant with a sense of age. As soon as they stepped in, it seemed as if they had returned to the 70s and 80s.

The restaurant's decoration is full of retro atmosphere, with wooden tables and chairs, yellowed photos, and ancient chandeliers, everything makes people feel the passage of time.

The overall atmosphere is very warm, and people can't help but relax.

It can be seen that Steve is a regular customer of this store. The moment they stepped into the store, the store clerks immediately showed a friendly smile on their faces and greeted Steve one after another.
Some shop assistants greeted enthusiastically: "Steve, it's been a while since I last saw you."

Another shop assistant laughed and joked: "You brought a new friend today."

When the customers around saw Steve, they just nodded, as they were already accustomed to his arrival.

"You must try the apple pie here." Steve recommended it enthusiastically as if this apple pie was a rare delicacy in the world.

Wes looked at Steve's enthusiasm, smiled and nodded, and ordered one of Stephen's dishes.

After a while, the dishes were served.

Wes picked up his cutlery, cut a piece of apple pie and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, the rich aroma of apples fills your mouth. The aroma is mellow and long-lasting, making you feel as if you are in an apple orchard.

The sweetness of the apple pie is just right, not too sweet, but still allowing people to taste the natural sweetness of the apple.

Weiss savored it carefully and had to admit that it tasted really good.

"Very good." Weiss gave a positive review.

Hearing Wes's praise, Steve was happier than the chef, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the two arrived, and there were few people in the store at this time.

They sat in a quiet corner, enjoying the moment of peace.

As time passed, other customers left.

By the time they finished eating, they were the only guests left at the table.

The restaurant was unusually quiet, with only the clatter of cutlery and the sound of their conversation. "Just say whatever you want to say." Wes looked at Steve, knowing that Steve couldn't just invite him to dinner.

Steve hesitated for a moment, then asked, "That scepter?"

Weiss answered without hesitation, "Indeed, it's here."

Steve said expectantly, "Can't we both take a step back?"

Weiss shook his head firmly: "Impossible."

Steve sighed helplessly, knowing that there was little room for improvement in the situation.

"Steve, let me give you a piece of advice. SHIELD and this country are not worth your life." Wes's tone was serious and earnest.

After saying this, he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Before leaving, he looked back at Steve and said, "Tell them I won't hold back."

The firm look and resolute words made Steve feel Wes's determination.

Steve sat there quietly, watching Wes's departing back, his heart filled with helplessness and worry.

He knew that an inevitable conflict was coming.

Weiss walked out of the restaurant slowly. The moment he stepped out of the restaurant, his keen intuition made him instantly aware that more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him closely.
The vague gaze was like a ghost in the darkness. Although it was hidden very cleverly, it still could not escape Weiss's perception.

[I can't hold it back any longer, I'm so anxious. 】

Weiss pondered secretly in his heart, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

Weiss pretended not to notice them and walked out onto the street as if nothing had happened.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, like an ordinary pedestrian enjoying the afternoon sunshine.

Those who were watching Weiss fell behind cautiously, their movements extremely cautious, trying not to attract Weiss's attention.

Judging from their movements and tracking techniques, each one has undergone professional and rigorous training.

Their steps were light and steady, their eyes focused and alert, always paying attention to Weiss's every move.

Sometimes they dispersed, sometimes they gathered together, and they cooperated with each other very well, which was obviously the result of a long period of running-in.

However, in Wes's eyes, they were so ridiculous.

In his opinion, these people's tracking technology is as childish as child's play.

【Find a place to deal with them. 】

Weiss made a secret decision in his mind.

The busy streets of New York are not suitable for fighting, as the busy streets will cause unnecessary trouble.

So, Weiss walked further and further away, gradually moving away from the bustling city.

Eventually, Wes arrived in the Clinton area, better known as "Hell's Kitchen."

This is the most chaotic and dangerous place in New York.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the streets, the dilapidated buildings were crumbling, and the walls were covered with graffiti and mottled marks.

Even the police are reluctant to patrol here because it is full of gangs and crimes happen every minute.

The people living here seem to have been abandoned by the whole world, and the New York government even pretends that this place does not exist.

The reconstruction work here is progressing very slowly, relying entirely on the hard work of the people in Hell's Kitchen.

There are ruins everywhere, telling of the countless violence and destruction this place has experienced.

(End of this chapter)