The young controller got out of the car early, and the driver changed to the middle-aged Wildfire.
In the past, when Wildfire worked for the Martial Arts Association, he had always driven for Zuiyan. This proved his loyalty an old ninja, and the position he sat in required not just ability, but character. The latter was exactly why he had argued with the old man.
"Please," Zuiyan said from the back seat, accepting the teacup passed by his disciple. Wildfire's driving was both fast and stable; even a layperson who was unfamiliar with karate could comfortably drink tea in the car.
"How does working in the skies above Weiyuan City compare to the Ninja Army? You must have seen many outstanding talents."
The luxury car sped along the roads of the slums, drawing the attention of the people by the roadside. The middle-aged man in the driver's seat remained composed, not at all embarrassed of his mission being discovered.
