In the corner of the room, there is a model shelf resembling a bookshelf.
Aside from a few scattered books, it's filled with various models.
Motorcycles are predominant, cars supplementary.
There are also some models of cold weapons.
Each one is extremely exquisite.
It's even safe to say they're scaled down proportionally.
The handlebars of the motorcycle and car doors can move, and the swords among the cold weapons can be unsheathed.
Jason's gaze swept over these models one by one.
Finally, it stopped on a motorcycle model.
Unlike other motorcycles.
This motorcycle has a sidecar, and overall appears black.
It looks as exquisite as any other model.
At least to the 'Old man', Lauren Delder, Andek, and Euler, it seems that way.
But the four know that Jason wouldn't stare at something for no reason.
Andek raised his right hand, waved slightly backward to signal the others to retreat, and took a deep drag on his cigar.
The flame spread across the cigar.
