If Sugar Bean Man really wanted to sell us out, he would have already released the knockout gas in the pipes. He wouldn't even need to give a heads-up, just wait until we're surrounded at the funeral home.
To put it bluntly.
He's already done us a big favor.
What we need to do now is run!
Vroom—
The sound of tire screeching filled the open-air parking lot.
A black sports car burst through the rain curtain, drifting and kicking up water, sending wet advertisement flyers flying to the other end of the street.
John gripped the steering wheel, accelerating to high speed within seconds, speeding along the asphalt road that shimmered with a halo of light.
Gino clutched the passenger handle, her head pressing into the headrest.
"Hey, is it necessary to drive this fast?"
"Trust me, the faster, the better. If we have to fight, it's best not near Sakura Cross Street..."
John focused on driving, connected to the auxiliary system, and formally took over the entire car's data.
