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Hayato was a little dumbfounded when he arrived at the garage.

A fire hose as thick as a calf had come loose, one end crashing down and denting the hood.

That was not the key issue.

The key was that Hayato could tell at a glance that the hose had come loose because the vibrations from him grinding Tombstone into the ground had shaken it loose.

That was a little awkward.

"I'll have someone arrange a car to take you two back. Once your car is repaired, we'll send it to the hotel. What do you think?"

Kingpin had also figured out the "cause" of the accident. There was a rare hint of amusement in the eyes of this usually unsmiling big shot.

Hayato, who had originally thought that sounded fine, immediately decided it was not. His gaze swept across the garage.

"Your collection?"

Hayato pointed at a row of cool-looking sports cars in various colors. There were plenty of familiar names among them—Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, McLaren, Koenigsegg, Aston Martin, Pagani, and more—as well as brands Hayato had never even heard of, niche custom marques known only among the wealthiest elite. But since they were displayed alongside Ferraris and other supercars, they were clearly no ordinary vehicles.

Hayato had never been qualified to pay attention to supercars before, and now he was not particularly interested in them.

But—

For once, his gaze was drawn to a particular sports car.

Its body was streamlined, "pinched" into sharp, symmetrical lines, incorporating the concept of "blades" into its styling. Naturally, it was made from the titanium alloy and carbon fiber commonly used in supercars.

The car was a pale matte gold.

Hayato had always been biased against gold, thinking it looked tacky and nouveau riche, but the matte gold supercar before him genuinely