Shua...
In the pitch-black rainy night, a strange-looking vehicle braved the storm, crashing through the villa's gate and roaring into the courtyard.
Huge wheels rolled across the puddles, crushing the soaked talismans on the ground, stopping at the villa's entrance.
The vehicle looked overly square, like a massive copper box, mounted on four enormous wheels, with no front or back, having no consideration for aerodynamics.
The door opened, and Flying Legs, Star Belly, and Black Gloves, three foxes wearing invisibility cloaks, jumped out, strutting into the villa.
They were under orders from their master to pick up someone!
...
A few kilometers away, towering buildings rose against the vast wind and rain.
The rooftop platform was illuminated by lightning, battered by high-altitude gales under a dense curtain of rain.
On this platform, amidst the storm, a tall and fat man, even in the largest raincoat, was tightly squeezed.
"The show's over? Is it my turn to pick up someone?"
