Don't Drive Recklessly

After the golden car pulled to a stop, a man who looked about twenty-six or twenty-seven climbed out of the driver's seat. He looked at Pad with an expression of mild concern.

"Sir, I can't take you into the Second Ring unless you're wearing a Protective Suit."

"?" Pad didn't know what to say for a moment. In Colombia, everyone who saw him treated him like a powerhouse. Here, he was actually getting a taste of what it was like to have someone worry about him and protect him.

Melbourne reacted quickly, though, and immediately said:

"Hey, friend, Mister Pad has a residence visa!"

"Oh, sorry. Please wait a moment." The driver pulled out his phone, opened an app, and handed it to Pad. "Sir, please scan your face."

"..." Pad wasn't the sort to fly into a rage whenever things didn't go his way. He wouldn't have been able to be a Superhero otherwise. So when the driver said that, he obediently leaned in and scanned his face. Only after the app displayed the relevant documents did the driver nod.

"Everything's in order. Get in."

"They really do handle identity information just like the BBC says..." Pad muttered after getting in the car. Before Melbourne could reply, the driver spoke up from the front.

"You just got to Yan Country, sir? I don't know what the BBC has said about us, but stay here long enough, and you'll see that public safety is far better than in Colombia! At least we don't need Superheroes."

"..." At the mention of not needing Superheroes, Pad felt as if he'd been slapped. He even wondered whether the driver had recognized him after all. But Melbourne knew that hardly anyone in Yan Country followed Superheroes, and quickly changed the subject based on his