The expensive sedan glided steadily along the road.
Just as the Shield Woman had said earlier, the traffic near the hospital was far from smooth; cars moved in fits and starts, horns blaring one after another.
Yet whenever this car approached, the road ahead would inexplicably become spacious.
Whether two-wheeled or four-wheeled, as long as they caught a glimpse of that smooth silhouette in the rearview mirror, they would all instinctively edge to the side by a fraction; cutting in, blocking, fighting for the lane—those everyday scenes never once occurred.
Once they left the hospital area, the traffic became somewhat more fluid as well.
Towering glass curtain walls reflected the afternoon sunlight, the streets were packed with people, and in the distance she could see a giant screen—probably on a department store—playing all kinds of advertisements.
