About ten minutes later.
In a downtown alley, the sports car finally steadied itself and landed on the ground.
The waiter got out, still shaken, and began inspecting the vehicle.
At the same time, the other waiters and Old Audie rushed over after hearing the news.
Normally, Old Audie would not come down so easily as the family head, but this concerned the Clover Family's reputation.
"What happened?"
Old Audie asked,
"This Stonewall Falcon is this year's limited edition. There's no way its quality should be an issue."
"Yeah, Mr. Audie, I'm puzzled too."
The waiter who had been driving scratched his head and said hesitantly,
"I checked just now and found that there's a problem with this supercar's energy supply."
"Simply put, someone secretly drained the fuel."
"What?" Old Audie's graying brows furrowed even more deeply.
One or two accidents could be explained away, but if accidents kept happening, then things were not so simple.
Someone was targeting the Clover Family.
Who could it be?
The Nightingale? Iris? Hound? Or the already fallen Oak?
Or perhaps... hidden minions of [Order]?
A single supercar accident had already led Old Audie to consider countless possibilities.
"Try taking other cars up there. Bring more people," Old Audie said gravely.
"Yes."
Several waiters ran to the garage. This time, they drove out five supercars at once, streaking into the sky amid dazzling exhaust trails.
Five rainbows shot upward and soon overtook the Fleeting Starlight, which was slowly descending through the air.
"This time, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
Old Audie also took a supercar back to the Fleeting Starlight.
He stood in the corridor and gazed into the distant, silent sky. The two giant kites still floated at the very top, reduced to mere black dots.
It had clearly been a simple