The black royal car slowly pulled away under countless conflicted gazes.
The Shrine Guard and police had sealed off the area, but they could only part like a tide before the car, leaving it a clear path.
No one dared stop it.
Their Japanese Emperor was inside, humiliated into serving as the driver.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was strange.
The Japanese Emperor gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He stared straight ahead without a word, but his heaving chest and ragged breathing betrayed fury and humiliation at their peak.
In the passenger seat,
Wild Chicken still had his phone out, filming the "royal chauffeur" from every angle.
He kept clicking his tongue in admiration and tossing out wisecracks that nearly gave the Japanese Emperor a stroke.
In the back seat, Yue Xiaofei leaned against the seat with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
But everyone knew he was a tiger merely resting its eyes. He looked calm, yet could strike with thunderous force at any moment.
Lu Qingxue and the other members of the Reverse Scale Squad remained on high alert, watching everything outside the car.
The drive to the port would not be peaceful.
Sure enough, the car had barely left the cordoned-off area at the foot of Mount Fuji when a long line of black vehicles followed.
They kept their distance, trailing like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood.
"Xiaofei, we've got company."
Ugly Ox spotted the convoy in the rearview mirror and warned him in his deep voice.
Yue Xiaofei did not even open his eyes. He merely gave a faint "Mm."
"Ignore them. Just a bunch of flies."
His tone was full of disdain.
As far as he was concerned, that imposing convoy behind them really was nothing