A few moments later, inside the stolen truck, Jin settled comfortably into the passenger seat, his sharp gaze fixed on the rearview mirror.
As the distance between them and the chaos of the university groups grew, he watched the colossal Blood Slave dwindle into a mere speck on the horizon. Resting his elbow on the window ledge, he exuded an air of nonchalance.
"Have you stocked up on gasoline?" Jin asked casually, turning his attention to the person beside him—the driver.
It was none other than Xue Yuan, who managed to keep his butler clothes pristine amidst the chaos, currently steering and maneuvering the truck.
Through the window beside him, a cover shielded him from the harsh sunlight, casting a shadow over his features and obscuring his view of the rear.
There was also additional cover from the upper part of the glass, preventing sunlight from coming in from above.
