A black Maserati sped down the highway, its hardtop retracted into the car. Sunlight poured down from overhead, and a crisp, brisk wind blew against their faces, carrying the warmth of early summer.
"I'll handle the matter of you destroying the railway tracks, framing it as part of a secret mission so that Manstein and the Board of Trustees won't hold you accountable." Anjou put on his sunglasses, holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking as dashing as a rally driver.
"Thank you, Principal, but I wasn't really thinking about that. I was thinking... back in the room, the atmosphere was just right, and those words naturally slipped out of my head. Plus, I actually threw a punch. Won't this make the relationship between the Secret Party and those hybrid families even more strained?" Lu Mingfei asked from the passenger seat.
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