The bus in front finally came to a stop, and the driver hurriedly ran out of the bus. However, by the time he arrived, he couldn't find the child who was almost hit.
After looking carefully from left to right without any results, the driver scratched his head and thought to himself that perhaps he was just too tired and had a false alarm... Otherwise, how could a child of just a few years vanish so quickly?
He let out a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the bus to drive away.
Of course, a child of a few years couldn't have left so quickly, but if there was a Black soul envoy beside the child, it was a different matter.
Under the tree in the park where they met again—actually, it was quite close to Mr. Smith's restaurant... But Nero didn't realize that there were two people in Mr. Smith's restaurant at the moment who could decide her fate.
She sat on a tree branch, cross-legged, looking at Joe leaning against the tree trunk below, "…So you just kept running and running?"
