Leah's eyes unabashedly revealed her love for the modified off-road vehicle, her hands itching as she contemplated. If she could take the other party down and get her hands on one, wouldn't that be impressive?
"Nine o'clock direction, black modified off-road vehicle, the plate is... holy shit." Leah's face turned slightly grim. That blatantly special license plate—it belonged to the military. Hadn't they always been on non-interfering terms with the military? Or had Griffith Squire done something outrageous again recently?
Leah recalled how Griffith had mysteriously disappeared for quite some time recently, supposedly to investigate something. She immediately clenched her teeth and cursed that troublemaker again.
"Major General, they've noticed us and are changing lanes toward the city center."
Inside the black modified off-road vehicle, Fang quietly reported.
