"Minister Dante's brother was there too."
The middle-aged man whispered.
Dante was the head of the Publicity Department and also oversaw the Grand Theater.
Offending her meant he could genuinely have the Grand Theater suspend its performances.
"Got it. Hurry and have someone prepare the next performance. I'll go calm the audience."
The old man said.
"Yes."
The middle-aged man left to carry out his orders.
"Consider yourself lucky, kid. But don't let me see you again."
The old man gave the departing hearse a long look, then vanished into thin air.
"Put-put-put!"
Meanwhile, Liu Zheng drove the hearse at full speed. When he was roughly ten kilometers from the Bloodstained Restaurant, several plumes of black smoke burst from the exhaust pipe, and the hearse ground to a halt.
"Damn, I'm out of fuel."
He stared helplessly at the red indicator on the gauge.
Even electric vehicles could go several hundred kilometers on a full charge. How could this pneumatic thing have worse range than an electric car?
If the hearse could make expressions, it would definitely be rolling its eyes furiously.
Other people's cars were just for driving. Who else had to help their driver fight?
Liu Zheng got out to inspect it. Sure enough, the hearse had reverted to its original state, and its netherworld aura had been completely drained.
"What now?"
He scratched his head.
Pushing it back was clearly unrealistic. He could push it, but it would take at least five or six hours to get from here to the Bloodstained Restaurant. He would definitely get a solid beating when he got back.
But leaving it here was no good either. If it got scratched, the driver would surely charge him another exorbitant repair fee.
Even if the driver did not charge him, Liu Zheng would