Ideally speaking, a black stretched Maybach appearing in the public eye, or a car defying the laws of physics as it drifts and slides into a parking space with a combination of extreme elegance and sheer violence—either of these sights would undoubtedly draw a crowd.
However, Chiyo, that legendary female driver, was cut from a different cloth. She managed to achieve both at once, drawing gasps of astonishment from commuters, office workers, and families who had rushed out after work and school to catch the live show. Cursing under their breath at the rich idiot driving like a maniac, they instinctively pulled their children behind them, half-worrying about getting splattered with blood.
Naturally, no innocent bystanders were harmed. It was just that Old Man Toyokawa, riding in the front passenger seat, experienced a rare flashback to his youth when the Chugaku-ha activists used to charge riot police with Mao's Little Red Books during barricade battles in the streets. His adrenaline enjoyed a second spring, giving the old man an urge to grab the steering wheel and go street-racing, right alongside a wave of severe nausea.
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