The mission was quite interesting. This car is nice. It seems everyone is working hard. I will have to praise them when I get back."

He watched the young man walk up to him, cleaned the broken window a little, stuck his head in, and reached out to take off the armor helmet on his head.

"Wow, you're so young. Are you also the captain of the mercenaries?" He heard the young man smile in surprise after seeing his face.

That smile was unusually bright, even hearty, without the slightest hint of relentlessness or fear. It was like the delicate little son of some dainty upper-class figure one met in the city.

But that's the kind of person he is.

He used his superb skills, from being a little unfamiliar to being proficient, and finally pinned the mercenary, who had experienced life and death situations countless times, down on his seat without being able to move at all.

"Are you okay? I calculated the distance and strength so that I wouldn't hurt you. Can you...get out now?"

He heard the boy say this to him.

It seemed like a mockery.

But for some reason, when he looked at the young man, after such a thrilling chase, he actually felt a rare sense of pleasure.

It is not a life-or-death struggle, but a true technical contest.

Even if he lost.

He looked at the boy. The boy's body seemed to be covered with a layer of faint light, making him particularly dazzling.