Right at that moment, a car horn suddenly blared, cutting straight through the touching scene before them. Nine, face hidden behind a fully covered mask, stuck his head out from the window of the unusually low-key official vehicle nestled among his collection of flashy sports cars.
"Joshua, you're way too slow, get in!" Nine raised his voice, his sharp gaze flicking toward Henry, the pale red shade of his eyes carrying a hint of bloodlust.
Henry's expression remained utterly blank as he looked at him, not a trace of emotion on his face. By now, Joshua had already let go of him and was walking toward Nine.
Nine grinned with unrestrained cheer, and Joshua waved goodbye to Henry. "See you after the break, leader."
Henry also lifted his hand in farewell, his gaze softening only when it landed on Joshua.
Nine quietly rolled his eyes, then stepped on the accelerator and sped off.
