Hoshino signaled for Yato to stay put.
Her hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. She did not know how to judge this operation; it was entirely unlike the missions she had carried out before.
How should she describe it?
Lively?
In any case, it was not serious in the slightest. The indescribable feeling was novel to Yato.
Since it was none of her business, Yato could not really speak up. She could only sit in the car with the shrine maiden, her shoulders trembling slightly as she held back a long-forgotten smile.
When Hoshino turned around, she found Rope smiling as well. The three of them watched through the windows in unspoken accord. Xenon headlights lit up the night. After making her announcement, Swire waited for several minutes. When she failed to get the response she wanted, she waved a hand behind her.
"Go."
The sedans lined up abreast and began rolling forward slowly, like a Roman legion advancing into battle.
The roar was deafening, like thunder.
Yato frowned. At that sound and speed, they were definitely driving in the lowest gear. It would cause tremendous damage to the cars.
Being rich was nice.
The convoy pressed forward, thoroughly alarming the sentries inside the factory. The other side began gathering its forces and setting up barricades, laying out every weapon that met Lungmen safety standards as they prepared for an unprecedented hard fight.
That was Lungmen's charm.
Business was business.
Once a security company took the money, it had to protect its employer's safety. It simply adjusted its prices according to the enemy's strength. With the Longmen Security Regulations in place, none of the parties involved would form any irreconcilable grudges.
Relaxed and enthusiastic.
The bitter hatred of Old Sicily and the solemn severity of Prohibition were not suited