บท 311: 9-34

A black hovering car stood at the intersection, its driver tapping his fingers impatiently as he waited for the lights to change. Red… Red… Red… Yellow…

As soon as the green light finally lit, the car practically shot forward, instantly accelerating to the maximum allowed speed. Not even one mph faster, though - although it was tempting to hit on gas, if he were to get pulled over, he would only end up losing more time. And that was the last thing he wanted.

'You are absolutely certain that he is still in this world, right?' Liu Wei asked, for the thousandth time this week.

[Yes, Host. 520 is still in this world.]

Liu Wei's hand tightened on the wheel.