"I'm telling you, Levitt, can't you go any faster? If we keep delaying, we're going to be late," Haggis Painter, sitting in the passenger seat, said dejectedly as he watched the scenery on both sides of the street moving backward.
"Relax, Haggis, we'll be there soon, I promise," the carefree assistant driving the car replied.
"You've said that seven hundred times already, and yet we haven't even seen a shadow of anyone," Painter said irritably, then turned his head and looked at his assistant with a skeptical expression: "You couldn't possibly be lost, could you?"
"How could that be possible? I've looked at the map of this place countless times before we left!" Levitt Duvall immediately raised his voice, sounding quite dissatisfied, although his eyes could not hide his guilt.
"Then please hurry up and find the place, thank you!" Painter didn't bother to expose him, simply covering his forehead and sighing.
