The roaring of a particular Lamborghini could be heard approaching from a distance.
Even before turning towards it, they could already tell it was screaming luxury.
"That's no ordinary vehicle," Leo muttered, his experience with cars allowing him to sense the quality despite being far.
"Relax," Ryder said, waving his hands dismissively. "We are joining the Red Eastern guild as allies, so it's natural for them to treat us with respect, that's for sure."
Despite his casual words, Ryder found himself unconsciously straightening his posture and brushing non-existent dust from his clothes. First impressions mattered, especially when dealing with people who could afford to send Lamborghinis as casual pickup vehicles.
"Easy for you to say," Brok grumbled, retracting his Ragnar tortoise familiar back to him as orange mist—same color as his mark. "You're the one they're rolling out the red carpet for."
