"So how do we catch up now?"
Kaeya looked at Deadpool and asked, "You're not going to make us run there, are you?"
It wasn't as though they couldn't, but why did they still have to run across the map when they'd already come all this way?
"Flying is faster than running, right?"
Venti tilted his head back and pointed at the surrounding skyscrapers, offering a suggestion. "Why don't we just find a rooftop and fly over?"
"Oh, no, no, no! I object to that plan."
Ruckus still hadn't recovered from the terror of nearly kicking the bucket. There was no way he was going through that again.
Zhongli nodded in agreement. "From what I observed, Mr. Deadpool and his companions' parachutes are no longer usable. In that case, why don't we take a car?"
Venti looked astonished. "Huh? You actually know how to take a car, old man? Oh, right, you just got off the Bus. Amazing! I ran here on foot, and now my mouth and throat are parched. A glass of sweet cider would really hit the spot right now."
While Venti was still savoring the memory of cider, Zhongli casually raised a hand and hailed a taxi.
Before they could open the doors, a familiar head poked out of the driver's window.
"Hello, Mr. Deadpool. Need my help? Your dear Du Mingde is at your service."
"Du Mingde!? What are you doing here? You should be practicing with your mop at the bar."
Deadpool solicitously opened the door for Zhongli as he questioned Du Mingde.
"Oh, this one's not my fault. I'm here on a mission. Mr. Weasel asked me to pass on a message: that big guy called Cable came looking for you."
"Huh? How did that guy find out about our plan of action!