On the journey back, the sound of the car engine would grumble into the car through the half-open window, allowing cool air to flow into the car.
Garen sat in the back of the car together with Rod without any bodyguards. Rod knew that the safest place to be was beside Garen.
"Frankly speaking, we don't have to make such a scene. He would've accepted our proposal if I'd spoken nicely to him," Rod smiled wryly.
Garen glanced at him and laughed.
"I represent the combat club and the Nighthawks. More importantly, I am representing myself as a powerful individual while you're representing Rexott. No matter if it's you or me, both of us are stronger and have a larger background than him. Do you think he would fight back? He wouldn't even dare to speak up."