The sun sank at an angle, and fiery clouds blazed across the horizon.
A rose-red Ferrari California quietly drove out of the garage.
But it had not gone far before a patrol of security guards in black suits stopped it inside the estate.
The red Ferrari's black window, covered in privacy film, rolled down, revealing a young man's face, pale from excessive drinking and debauchery.
"Young master!"
Although the young man still wore black sunglasses that covered half his face, the guards in black suits immediately recognized him and spoke with utterly humble expressions.
"Young master, where are you going?"
"What business is it of yours where I go? You bodyguards are just dogs my family pays to keep. Don't spoil my fun. Get lost!"
Toshio looked impatient and cursed without the slightest restraint.
"Young master, please don't make things difficult for us. Head Butler Kurosaki gave orders not to let you run around." The bodyguard's face was wreathed in smiles.
"A servant doesn't get to call the shots in the Hyodo Family! Get out of my way, or I'll run you over."
With an arrogant look on his face, Toshio started rolling up the window.
Two bodyguards exchanged glances. One hurried forward and caught the gap in the window with all ten fingers, while the other threw himself onto the Ferrari without regard for his own safety.
"Young Master Toshio, even if you get past us, there are still three checkpoints before the main gate!"
Sweating profusely with anxiety, the bodyguard declared loudly, "Without Head Butler Kurosaki's orders, no one would dare raise the barriers. Your car won't get through, no matter what!"
"Tch!"
Toshio curled his lip and ordered them around imperiously.
"You there, call Kurosaki."
"Yes, yes, I'll contact the security team leader right away."
The bodyguard