As Vodka pondered, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him. In the vast gray haze ahead, he found a possible way out.
A bold idea gradually took shape in his mind.
"I've got it!"
Vodka gritted his teeth and suddenly turned the steering wheel, driving toward one side. "Uzo does have a history of blowing up buildings he's inside, but that was only to make things more entertaining—he isn't someone bent on suicide. He wouldn't deliberately arrange a certain-death situation for himself."
"Since things have come to this, I might as well drive over to the bus and stay right beside Uzo's seat. That way, if my car explodes, Uzo will definitely get caught in it too. Let's see which of his underlings dares let the bomb go off! Maybe... hehe, maybe they'll have to find a way to save me instead."
Just imagining those hateful Uzo lackeys scratching their heads in panic, forced to lend him a hand, made Vodka feel that today's suffering had finally paid off.
"Uh, but..." Hashimoto Maya's and Okiya Subaru's faces abruptly flashed through Vodka's mind. He froze slightly. "What if his underlings don't panic at all, and are secretly cheering me on instead?"
"...Forget it, there's no time to think about that. I'll go over there and try first. It's not like I have a better option right now."
Vodka took a deep breath. Like a man who had finally grasped a lifeline, he anxiously headed toward the bus.
There was a roadblock along this stretch, but Vodka, deeply convinced that his life was about to reach its end, clearly had no interest in such trivial details.
He skillfully blew through the checkpoint. Under the bewildered gazes of the traffic police, he rushed to the bus like a gust of wind and began