Long Xiwén, unaware of Su Xuan's ulterior motives, obediently followed him into his Koenigsegg.
This wasn't just about earning some incense energy. If he could get the Ruyi Stick to shed some more rust, that would be even better. He was still immensely interested in the patterns on it.
About forty to fifty minutes later, following Long Xiwén's directions, Su Xuan drove up to a secluded, solitary villa.
A young security guard stopped him at the gate. "Sir, I'm sorry, you can't drive into the courtyard."
Su Xuan didn't want to make things difficult for him and was about to get out when the guard's eyes suddenly lit up. "Sir, is this a Koenigsegg? I think I've seen your car on my social media feed, and the license plate matches! This is the car from the airport expressway... Please, come right in! My apologies for before!"
"If I drive in, your boss won't blame you, right?" Su Xuan asked.
