Ignition (Eight)

But as a self-proclaimed member of the lawful faction, Ballard ultimately didn't let his negative emotions get the better of him.

His gaze swept over Fu Qian and the other person. With a cold snort, he went outside first and stopped to look up.

Fu Qian and Akasha followed close behind. The conflict in the restaurant had clearly caused quite a commotion, and the moment the three of them appeared, they became the center of attention.

Following Ballard's gaze, they saw a massive advertisement playing on the glass façade of the building across the street.

A streak of deep blue raced toward them from afar, seemingly about to tear through the screen and burst into reality.

It really did burst out.

As everyone watched, a car actually crashed through the smooth glass façade.

Four wheels, a convertible, a sleek and aggressive design. Its surface resembled Ballard's armor, covered in mirrors of every size. It was incredibly flashy.

But as striking as the design was... the most eye-catching thing about the car was that it was being dragged behind a heavily armored warhorse.

The ghostly blue mist surrounding its four hooves couldn't be concealed even by the heavy, spiked greaves.

So it doesn't use gasoline?

Even the flashiest design still has to run on biological energy?

But Fu Qian looked at the neon lights all over the street.

Couldn't they use electricity? They could at least make it run on new energy!

By the time he was done grumbling, the most dazzling "carriage" in history had already sped up to the restaurant. Even its rear door had silently swung open.

"Please, Mr. Andir."

Ballard was clearly pleased with the flashy entrance. He snorted and gestured for Fu Qian to get in.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Fu Qian nodded in response,