Outside Neolle Leocadia.
Gerrit Harris was running in a panic.
When he saw some guards patrolling, he stopped and straightened his clothes.
At the same time, he flashed the dagger from his sleeve, checking his reflection in the blade.
Though defeated, he was still a fine-looking man.
Just a bit out of breath.
He licked his fingers and tidied his sideburns.
Seeing a car passing by in front of him, he quickly reached out to stop it.
"Take me to Neolle Leocadia." Gerrit Harris knocked on the car window and said.
"Are you crazy? The gate to Neolle is a hundred meters ahead!" The fat driver grumbled impatiently, rolled up the window, and continued driving.
But strangely, no matter how hard he pressed the accelerator, the car wouldn't move!
"Is it broken?" The fat driver pounded the steering wheel, but just as he was about to get out, he saw in the rearview mirror the old man asking him questions earlier, now lifting his car from behind with one hand!
