The red sports car continued down the straight highway. No one spoke the entire way, making the drive unusually quiet.
455 spoke into Xie De's ear about the Laboratory's conspiracy and the conflict between its radical and moderate factions.
Xie De did not answer at first. Then a question suddenly occurred to him. "So would an agent like Orion belong to the radicals or the moderates?"
"Well... the radicals?"
"Maybe he doesn't belong to either."
455: "( ' ऀืົ- ऀืົཽ ) Neither? He just wants to work against us?"
Xie De smiled and said nothing more.
The red sports car swept gracefully around a bend, leaving a red blur and a cloud of dust in its wake.
Following the map Beelzebub had given him, he arrived at the so-called "Leviathan party."
The red sports car stopped atop a sheer cliff. The roaring ocean battered the cliff face, tearing rocks apart, while fierce winds howled. Before that vast expanse of water, the little sports car looked especially insignificant.
Lead-gray clouds hung heavily over the sea like a torn burial shroud.
Wei Jianye held on to his top hat, which the wind had nearly blown away. He had never been particularly enthusiastic about this, and one look outside made him want to turn back altogether.
"All right, let's head home! Does this look like somewhere people should be?"
Wei Yanchi leaned against the side of his seat and poked his head out, his voice flippant and tinged with a cynical smile. "How about we jump straight down?"
Wei Jianye glanced sideways at him. "Are you out of your mind?"
Xie De tapped his fingers against the steering wheel without joining their conversation. He kept his eyes on the sea ahead, propping his head on his other hand. He seemed in no hurry,