They hadn't gone far when they heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle gang closing in from behind.
The Hairdresser turned his head to look, only to realize it was someone he knew.
"Rhythm!"
He called out loudly.
Rhythm was indeed too recognizable... his prosthetic body modifications could be described as "extremely modified."
Not only were speakers installed on his shoulders, but his mask-like filter also had an amplifier modification. One could spot him from the front of the gang even from afar.
Hearing the familiar voice, Rhythm immediately looked up, squinting and trying to see.
Knowing that Rhythm's vision wasn't great, the Hairdresser raised his right index finger, a dark red flame rising from it, illuminating his face.
"Godfather!"
Rhythm recognized his face, suddenly jolted, and quickly slowed down to a stop.
Hearing his voice, the entire gang of about a dozen people also immediately stopped.
"It really is the godfather!"
