After Hayato turned off the x-ray function of his black-rimmed glasses, he waited a little longer.
The small truck had already driven up to him.
From the driver's seat, a head wearing a baseball cap and a medical surgical mask covering a pretty face emerged:
"No time to explain... Get in the car quickly... Gulp..."
Saying that, the female voice swallowed, looking Hayato up and down in disbelief: "...You, what's going on?"
"What's going on?" Hayato retorted.
"...You, why are you naked?!"
"Nonsense..." Hayato wanted to explain, but didn't know how, besides: "...Can this be called naked?"
He pointed to his crotch, where a white paper just covered the key area. Although his butt was still exposed to the wind.
Hayato had dealt with the'salad oil' before he set out, having it classified as 'oil used for making ramen', and the fire, as fire used for cooking ramen.
So they wouldn't cause any harm to Hayato.
However, Hayato did not possess fire-resistant clothing, nor did he have the advanced state of Saiyan or Hulk underwear.
In the raging flames, it was inevitable that his clothes would burn to ashes.
As for the current crotch-guarding paper, it was also a reuse of the 'waste item' drawn at the time: 'A piece of paper: invincible quality, no matter how it is treated, it will not be damaged'.
The meaning of this fire in combat was actually not great.
In Hayato's words, "Without that fire! I can still wipe out the enemy!"... The reason for such an elaborate process of'salad oil back-opening' and 'ice and fire double heaven' was simply to give that old Snake Mound George a shock of mysterious Eastern power.
And Children's Day was approaching, Hayato really wanted to play 'Fire Dance Whirlwind'...
"Woooah..."
The woman covered her eyes with her hands, a look of not bearing to look.
But if one looked closely, one could see her peeking through her fingers, and she was looking quite seriously from top to bottom.
"Stop pretending," Hayato rolled his eyes.
Given their intimate relationship, yet she was feigning shyness... Why was the old woman feigning modesty?
Hayato yanked open the truck bed, then first threw the 'Ghost Fire Bicycle' inside, and then picked up a hemp rope to tie Miyajima Sosaku up securely.
The woman... that is, Aiya Yayoi.
She jumped down from the driver's seat, wanting to help Hayato, but when she saw Miyajima Sosaku's chest and lower abdomen tied into what could be called perfect tortoise shell patterns.
Aiya Yayoi fell silent.
Damn.
How are you so skilled?
"You, where are you taking me?" Miyajima Sosaku's panicked pupils trembled wildly.
This was perhaps the only effect of "Fire Dance Whirlwind."
Making Miyajima Sosaku unable to distinguish whether this guy, who was engulfed in flames yet remained unharmed, was human or ghost...
Hayato did not answer him.
Instead, he casually found a rag from the truck bed and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then he jumped out.
Aiya Yayoi looked at Hayato's back and couldn't help but reach out and pat him:
"What a perky butt..."
Hayato turned back helplessly, Hayato chuckled, and whispered in his ear:
"Mine's even perkier~~ We can go from behind tonight~~".
Hayato pondered for a moment, then hesitated to speak, then wanted to speak again:
"You're so lewd."
"Since we're pursuing excitement, let's go all the way."
"I thought of something even more exciting."
"What?"
At this moment, Hayato and Hayato were at two extremes.
Hayato only covered his crotch.
Hayato only revealed her eyes.
However, Aiya Yayoi's eyes were like silken threads, and as an adult who had seen and experienced much, she could accept many ways of playing. Even right here, right now...
"A police car is coming."
"Huh?" Hayato was startled.
Hayato smiled slightly: "Exciting, isn't it?"
"...This..."
"Hurry!"
Hayato leaped into the passenger seat, then called out to Aiya Yayoi, who was still standing dumbfounded: "You just drive, Mr. Hayashi will figure out the plan."
Hayato, of course, had a driver's license.
He was even an experienced driver, but that was from his previous life.
Now he needed the assistance of Hayato, this experienced driver.
"Oh, oh."
Hayato also quickly got into the driver's seat, then pulled the handbrake, engaged the clutch, shifted gears, and pressed the accelerator, all in one smooth motion.
This car was bought by Hayato from a second-hand market. Although it looked battered and wasn't worth much, it was actually a mid-engine, rear-wheel-drive vehicle with a supercar layout. It was even an imported foreign car with a resounding name—Wuling Hongguang.
Upon hearing a "screech," it was likely that the former leader of a biker gang had special driving skills and an extremely strong control over vehicles. Hayato immediately performed a tire-burning start for Hayato, then, upon reaching a corner, didn't slow down, instead stomping on the accelerator and pulling the handbrake.
The truck's tail swung out.
Drifting, she added drifting.
Hayato nervously gripped the handrail.
Hayato, however, was still leisurely controlling the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting on the car window, boredly propping up her face.
Seeing that the road ahead was clear, Hayato finally freed his hands and pulled out a set of clothes from under the seat to put back on.
The previous location was remote, and he could see in all directions with his X-ray glasses, so he wasn't afraid of being discovered.
But after driving out from under that bridge, although it was still within Shikenjaya, it was still daytime, with occasional pedestrians on the roadside, and the truck didn't have high-end privacy glass. Hayato still didn't want to be seen naked.
When he finished dressing, Hayato hesitated for a moment, then spoke seriously:
"...Serpent Mound, he?"
"He's dead," Hayato said. He had no intention of hiding it from Hayato.
Hayato could probably guess the fate of Mr. Hayashi.
And she also believed that he deserved to die, but now this young man in front of her had a life on his hands.
"For Miyajima... is it worth it?" Hayato asked, somewhat heavily.
"It's not just for Miyajima," Hayato tugged at the hem of his clothes, trying to get more comfortable. He replied blandly, "It's also for you."
Rather, regardless of this incident, the main reason he wanted to eliminate Snake Mound George no matter what, was primarily for Miss Hayato.
Hayato pondered for a moment, then nodded affirmatively:
"Then it's worth it."
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