On the Outer Ring, a supercar sped along at breakneck speed.
As a war correspondent, Si Jiu naturally took on the role of driver. After fielding Mr. R's endless questions and checking several rental companies, they sadly discovered that only wedding cars were available—and they were all low-slung two-seater supercars.
They had no choice but to make do.
The sports car roared along, a heart-shaped arrangement of flowers sitting on its hood. Pale pink lace ribbons were wrapped around the windows, fluttering in the wind.
Only five hours after breaking out of prison, Si Jiu began wondering why they had to escape together.
He could have escaped alone.
Even if he had to look for someone, he should have gone to the women's prison next door and found a petite, curvaceous girl. Instead, after all his maneuvering, he had ended up with two men sitting in a wedding car, launching a grand escape into the sunset. What the hell was this?
It was really weird.
Still, Mr. R had decent taste. There were even two champagne flutes in the wedding car's glove compartment. Wine sloshed inside the slender glasses as faint bubbles rose from the bottom. The car's ice maker chimed, and the two fugitives clinked glasses with affected elegance.
"Cheers."
Old-school rock played through the car speakers, the song [Old Time Rock & Roll] echoing through the cabin. Their journey felt less like a prison break and more like an artsy, elegant road movie.
They were about to leave Lungmen.
Mr. R finally asked the question that had been buried in his heart.
"Why rent a car?"
"Because it's cheap. We're driving to escape anyway, and renting one is much cheaper than buying one. You get what I mean?"
"Why not steal a car?"
"..."
Si Jiu had not