"The situation after that..." Luigi sighed. "Forget it. See for yourself."
Luigi motioned for Water Clone to help replay the earlier livestream footage.
Water Clone did not refuse. The current scene was far too uneventful, with no new developments for a long while. Even replaying it would not affect anything.
As Water Clone swiftly rewound the footage, what had happened aboard the Cloud Whale bus appeared on the light screen—
"This old bastard! There were so many empty seats in the cabin, yet he just had to plant himself right under our noses. He's clearly up to no good."
After the old man in red sat down, before Coleman could do anything, Satan spoke first.
The moment those words left his mouth, the other passengers in the carriage froze. Quite a few turned to look at Satan from afar. None of them said anything; their eyes merely conveyed: You've got guts.
The moment Coleman heard Satan's words, he sensed that things were bad. When he saw the other passengers' shocked, pitying looks, his heart sank even further!
He had clearly told Satan to speak as little as possible before they boarded. Why could this guy not keep his mouth shut?!
While cursing inwardly, Coleman bowed deeply to the old man in red, indicating that those words had not been his intention.
Originally, the old man in red had merely been watching the person beside him with an indifferent gaze.
But now, while Coleman respectfully bowed, the flame around his neck looked deeply unwilling. That instead stirred a hint of interest in the old man's eyes.
"Interesting." His voice was soft and unhurried, his tone not sharp in the slightest, yet Coleman felt as though a venomous snake had fixed its eyes on him.
"At your age, you're still saying such