John revved his vehicle as he sped down Big Nan Avenue.
Along the way, he dialed Scissors' number and relayed what he had seen at the apartment.
[...Damn it, that fool is definitely going nuts, whew~ let me think about what he'll do, wait, head to the city center!]
Scissors urgently shouted over the phone.
John listened to the clattering sounds from the other side—probably the hurried closing of a shop door.
[Mission objective updated]
[Proceed to the shop [Scipio]. (Not achieved)]
Scipio was a luxury clothing brand under Plato, the shop name that had stolen the designs of the brothers.
John floored the accelerator across the district bridge.
The fierce wind pressed down his coat's collar and shoulders, and as speed picked up, the clothes clung tightly.
To a veteran driver like John...
Wind resistance and balance affect overtaking and cornering feel, yet Edward even considered these details.
The commercial street appeared in the distance.
