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Peter calmed down once the car left the used-car market and hit the road. His surging blood felt as though ice had been added to it, cooling down.

Driving without a license was illegal.

Even for a first offense, there would be a fine, and he would have to appear in court to explain himself to a judge.

That meant the school would find out, Aunt May would find out...

How terrifying!

By the time he heard an ambulance siren, Peter's hands were trembling.

Dave was trembling too, scared that one twitch from Peter would send the car straight to heaven.

Everyone wanted to go to heaven, but nobody wanted to die.

In truth, Peter was overthinking it. With traffic flowing all around them, even a bored patrol officer would not pull someone over for no reason. Especially not someone cruising around in a sports car in broad daylight.

A sports car usually meant money.

Money meant a tough lawyer.

A lawyer meant trouble.

The big shots at the police station had never liked trouble, so ordinary patrol officers did not want to go looking for it either.

Hayato did not drive fast. With the windows down, passing drivers occasionally honked to show their disdain. Hayato usually returned the friendly greeting with a middle finger.

Hayato parked the car by the coast.

On the beach.

Mindy held a huge tub of ice cream, scooping spoonful after spoonful into her mouth with the blissful expression of a cat being petted.

Hayato, Peter, and Dave walked barefoot along the sand while the rising and falling seawater washed over their feet.

It should have been quite relaxing.

Peter said with a miserable expression, "Hayato, I've only known you for a few days, but it feels like I've done so many things I never