"No. Don't even think about it," Johnny shook his head.
"Well... that's not for you to decide," Mephisto said with a smile.
The moment he spoke, Johnny felt his body move against his will.
He mounted the motorcycle automatically.
"What did you do to me?!"
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Johnny was still shocked and furious.
"Just a clause in the contract," Mephisto sneered.
"Go, my Rider. Kill Blackheart and the rest of them."
"Ah-!" Johnny cried out as his hand twisted the throttle on its own.
His body shifted into the most efficient riding posture.
Leaning forward.
Like an arrow released from a bow.
He shot off toward a specific direction.
"Hahahaha-!"
Mephisto laughed wildly, turning into smoke and vanishing.
Less than half a minute later-
He was forced to reappear.
On the road.
"Sir," Morin said calmly, holding Johnny's motorcycle down with one hand and a ticket in the other,
"you are suspected of speeding. I need to issue you a fine."
The engine roared at full throttle.
The tires screamed.
But the motorcycle didn't move an inch.
"Help me!" Johnny shouted.
"Sir, if you dismount first, I can help you," Morin replied, acting as if he'd never met him before.
"I can't control myself!"
Johnny's eyes were filled with fear.
"Oh," Morin raised an eyebrow.
"In that case, we'll add another charge."
"Driving illegally while suffering from a condition that may cause dangerous driving."
"That's an aggravated offense."
"Let's take you into custody."
"Zhou! Yi!"
Mephisto appeared beside Morin, his demonic form erupting as he roared.
"What is it, Mr. Mephisto?" Morin asked, unhurried.
"Can't you see I'm performing my official duties?"
"Or are you trying to obstruct justice?"
"I could consider penalizing you for obstructing a public servant."
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing!" Mephisto roared.
"Let him go, and I'll let this matter slide!"
"That statement is incorrect," Morin shook his head.
"I'm a traffic officer."
"It's my duty to manage speeding and dangerous driving."
"Honestly," he glanced at Mephisto,
"your legal awareness is concerning."
"I recommend taking some law courses."
"You trick people into signing contracts all day, yet you never study the law."
"That's wrong."
"Such contracts are invalid."
"Being illiterate is terrifying."
"Enough!" Mephisto shouted.
Morin's preacher-like tone was unbearable.
The damage was minimal.
The irritation was catastrophic.
"How much do you want?!" Mephisto snapped.
He decided to save the trump card he'd prepared for later.
For some reason, he had a bad feeling.
"What do you mean, how much?" Morin frowned.
"Is this about money?"
"Well, I admit it's related to money."
"But your wording is problematic."
"What do you mean by 'how much I want'?"
"Is this money for me?"
"I'm just a traffic officer."
"Low salary."
"High mortgage."
"No money for car loans."
"And every day I get-"
Morin coughed.
"Sorry. Wrong script."
"Anyway," he continued,
"as the Lord of Hell, you can't even distinguish such an obvious difference."
"I suggest higher education."
"Oh, right-may I ask, do you have a primary school diploma?"
"If not-"
"ENOUGH!!!"
Mephisto was livid.
The tone.
The attitude.
It felt like being lectured by an elder.
And he was the Lord of Hell.
That was unacceptable.
Even worse, Morin's words carried the disdain of an "educated person" toward the "illiterate."
Did he have no dignity?
Sure, he didn't have diplomas-
But he could summon professors' souls by the dozen.
Mephisto suppressed the urge to explode.
He couldn't use his trump card yet.
Today's goal was simple.
Reveal the Ghost Rider.
Nothing more.
"How much is the fine?" he asked stiffly.
"That's better," Morin nodded.
"See? Education works wonders."
Mephisto's eye twitched.
"Shut up. No more talking. Just say it."
"Based on your poor attitude," Morin said flatly,
"driving an unauthorized vehicle, dangerous driving, speeding, and the potential severe consequences caused by celebrity influence..."
"All combined."
"Approximately one million dollars."
"...That's it?"
Mephisto felt uneasy.
"What scheme are you plotting now?"
"How can you say that?" Morin protested immediately.
"I'm an upright officer enforcing the law."
"That's an insult."
"Do you think I represent justice for money?"
"...What else?"
Mephisto looked at him with open contempt.
"Be honest."
"Was the billion dollars you took earlier just scrap paper?"
Johnny, stuck on the side, listened in silence.
He felt defeated.
He was the world's top stunt rider.
Yet this conversation felt like a direct assault by money itself.
Since when did one million dollars become "that's it"?
And "that's all"-
Could these two say it with a straight face?
Then again-
One was the Lord of Hell.
The other was someone who could extort him.
Maybe conscience wasn't part of the equation.
And that billion dollars-
What kind of traffic violation justified that?!
Johnny's body hurt.
But his inner complaints hurt more.
He didn't used to think like this.
Apparently, today taught him.
"Alright," Morin said after receiving the fine.
"You may go."
Mephisto completed the transfer smoothly.
A million dollars.
Small change.
It took minutes.
"Hmph."
Mephisto snorted and vanished.
Johnny twisted the throttle and left.
Five seconds passed.
"You're speeding."
Morin held the motorcycle down again with one hand.
"Pay the fine."
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