On the coastal highway, Su Zimai and Blue Arc exchanged glances.
Above them, the entrance to the villa was designed like a torii gate, located near the sea.
The sea breeze blew softly, gently moving Su Zimai's hair, as a golf cart ambled along the coastal highway.
The driver was humming a tune, and when he caught a glimpse of Blue Arc's back with his peripheral vision, he immediately turned his head and exclaimed: "Blue…" As soon as he spoke, he faced the stares of dozens of security guards, making him stammer: "Blue blue blue blue…"
So, thinking quickly, he changed his words: "Nan… Nanfu, Nanfu batteries."
Looks like the driver was a Chinese person, speaking with pure and eloquent Chinese. The golf cart drove past the public bench.
"Oh… Nanfu batteries?"
On the public bench, the great artist Black Cocoon scratched his chin, seemingly inspired creatively.
