"Did he run away?" Johnny asked.
With Hot Pants's help, Johnny's gunshot wound had long since healed.
He and Gyro truly wanted to continue the Steel Ball Run race.
But President Funny Valentine had yet to die. Although Lin Qing claimed his Ball Breaker could seal off every one of President Valentine's escape routes, who could say for sure when Stands were involved?
To be safe, the two decided to wait—at least until the dust had settled—before returning to the race.
They waited all afternoon.
The mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas that had gathered here had long since dispersed. As far as the eye could see, the boundless wasteland had returned. The rosy evening sun fell at the end of the horizon, dyeing the long, feather-like wisps of cloud crimson, like a gigantic flamingo.
They were still at the previous battlefield. Seeing that night was about to fall, they built a small campfire.
Gyro roasted meat while Johnny seemed to be contemplating the earlier battle in silence.
Hot Pants kept touching her butt.
Her tail had been cut off earlier. After returning to human form, a large piece of flesh from her tailbone and butt had been missing. Even though it had been restored now, it still felt a little strange.
"Lin Qing, take a look for me. Is my butt a little smaller than before?"
Faced with Hot Pants's question, Lin Qing, who was brewing tea, froze for half a second before asking with a helpless laugh, "How would I remember what it looked like before?"
Hot Pants rolled her eyes. No longer dwelling on her butt, she walked over, held out her hand, and asked Lin Qing for tea.
Lin Qing poured two cups. He took one while she took the other, and the two sat on the