Arin and the buffed guy walked briskly to a black limousine parked just around the corner. Without wasting time, the man opened the back door and gently tossed Ruel's unconscious body into the back seat. He then moved to the front and opened the passenger door for Arin. She slid in calmly, seating herself next to the driver's seat with a composed expression. After ensuring she was settled, the man sat in the driver's position and started the engine.
As the car rolled forward through the road, Arin glanced up at the rearview mirror. The reflection showed Ruel's unconscious body sprawled on the back seat, his head slightly tilted and hair ruffled from the struggle. She adjusted her gaze and asked with a touch of concern in her voice, "Do you think Ruel would not find out about your disguise? Since you were fighting him directly, there is a chance he might have seen your wig shift or something suspicious."
