The night in the heart of the Vatican is the bustling final stop. The weather is clear today, and Ford is still fulfilling his obligations as a taxi driver and running around non-stop. Although a series of not-so-good things have happened recently, he still

Ready to keep going.

The first customer tonight is the young man we met before, that is, Kick, who would rather buy a lottery ticket than pay him the full price of the car. He must be very happy after winning so much money. He is used to it at Ford.

When he glanced behind him, the other party was so surprised that he just grabbed him.

"Sir! No...my lord!"

"Well... it's a bit disgusting for you to show your kindness to me like this..." Ford leaned forward a little, "Where is this guest going?"

"Go to Daisy Street." Kick said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will give you enough money this time."

The carriage started moving immediately. Kick looked gratefully at Ford who was a little overwhelmed in front of him. He was so happy that he was a little incoherent: "Oh, really... should I say that you are my savior?"

"Savior?" Ford asked doubtfully.

"Of course it's not to that point."

Ford still didn't know that the string of numbers he reported earlier made Kike win the prize: "What on earth is it?"

"Sir, you have changed my life! In other words, you are a god!" Kick happened to see the flyer in the carriage, "Ah, isn't this a mysterious kiss? Master, are you, no, a god...

..."

"My name is Ford."

"Master Ford, are you also obsessed with the mysterious kiss?"

"Well..." Ford couldn't explain the reason to him, "That's right."

"Aha! You really deserve to be Mr. Ford!" Kick said happily.

"What on earth did I do..."

Kike leaned his head over mysteriously: "Actually, I won the lottery, using the number Mr. Ford told me!"

But Ford just said flatly: "Really? It's amazing."

"So bland, this is too bland!"

Ford shook his head and said: "After all, it was just a bunch of numbers I said casually."

"Because you didn't hear how much money I won!" Kike narrowed his eyes seriously and said, "It turned out to be 20 million gold coins!"

Ford turned around in surprise and said, "Really?"

"Really, I haven't claimed the prize yet." Kick smiled and leaned on the back seat of the carriage, "But I have confirmed it a hundred times."

"If it's true, it's best not to tell others."

"This is the first time I have told someone in person in real life... I still need to report it to Mr. Ford."

"You mean in reality?"

"I told someone in a certain newspaper, but after all, it's just a small newspaper. The secrets a person hides are always heavy." Kick said, "I just want to say it, I really want to say it!"

"This way, you can buy the Mysterious Kiss album." Before Ford could finish speaking, he was startled by Kick who was behind him and started talking.

"Yeah, I'm waiting for the album to be released before I can claim the prize, and now I carry it with me."

"Hey, don't lose it..."

Kick then said: "I also want to do something to thank Mr. Ford."

"That's not necessary." Ford decisively refused.

Instead, Kike shook his head vigorously and said: "No, no, no! Absolutely not! Are you short of money?"

"It seems there is no shortage."

"So is your family or important people short of money?"

The figure of Norma immediately appeared in Ford's mind, but he still paused and said: "No."

"Then how hopeless and undemanding you are... Mr. Ford, do you have time now?"

"As you can see, this is obviously work..." Ford pouted.

Kike chuckled and said, "I will pay you for being able to see me today. Just come with me."

Ford changed his destination under Kick's instructions, and drove him around in circles along the way. The scenery on the roadside gradually became more colorful and dazzling. Ford, who was a little confused, had to fulfill his duties as a coachman after all, and sent him off without saying a word.

We arrived at a nightclub called "White Rose".

"There's really no need..." Ford was dragged out of the car by Kike. He didn't really want to stay here any longer.

Kick smiled and gestured for Ford to come in: "I work as a waiter in this nightclub. Mr. Ford doesn't want anything, so I'll give you a permanent free ticket here."

"Huh? I don't really need it..." Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled by Chi to the center of a private room full of beauties.

There are only a few types of entertainment provided by nightclubs, and these entertainment methods are indispensable for those good-looking hostesses. They decorate their graceful figures in a colorful way, and in this way win the attention of the guests.

Favored, thus getting a lot of tips to live on.

"This is a distinguished guest, Mr. Ford!" Kick suddenly changed into the costume of a nightclub waiter, "He has already paid. Please feel free to order what you want."

As soon as these words were said, all the bartenders burst into laughter without exception, and they all said in unison: "So handsome! So awesome! What can Mr. Ford drink?"

Ford looked very embarrassed: "No...I want to drive."

"Can we drink?" a waitress said expectantly.

Ford nodded, and all the remaining women cheered. The sound of glasses clinking frequently rose on the wine table. All kinds of expensive wines were brought up, and they were consumed at an extremely fast speed. Ford took advantage of the chaos and followed the other women.

He broke away from the surrounding layers of people and ran to a slightly secluded corner of the bathroom.

But it didn't take long for his whereabouts to be discovered by the keen Kick: "Mr. Ford, where are you going?"

"That's enough, I'm going back." Ford said with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, okay, don't say that!" Kike laughed along with him, "enjoy it again..."

Ford finally found an excuse to go to the bathroom to avoid the limelight. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed slowly. He subconsciously took out the communicator in his pocket, opened it and saw that it was full of Norma's typing.

The phone calls came, but he didn't answer them. The latest message he sent her was "Don't have anything to do with me anymore."

There should be nothing more to come. Probably. The fate between the two of us is over. If you come close to me again, you will most likely be sucked into this vortex. Ford thought this while staring at

With the communicator in his hand, his face gradually wrinkled together, as if someone was pinching his arm hard, which was uncomfortable.

Ford was startled by a sudden gunshot outside the door. After a brief moment of emptiness, he suddenly discovered that the noisy music outside had suddenly stopped. In other words...

A slovenly man with a skull mask was standing on the largest table in the nightclub. A faint white smoke continued to leak from the gun in his hand. The smell of gunpowder suddenly filled the spacious room, like a

A big illusory hand picked up the hearts of everyone present.

"Ah -" Everyone ran towards the door of the nightclub in unison. No one wanted to die. They hoped that in the chaos, even if the man in the skull mask shot, he would not be killed.

Ford was also frightened. The toilet door was pushed open violently, causing him to startle and fall backward to the ground.

"What happened?" Ford swallowed, his head covered in cold sweat.

Kick pressed his back against the bathroom door and said softly: "A man with a gun came in and shot the sound system..."

"Handgun?" Ford's legs were still a little weak.

Kick immediately squatted on the ground, pulled Ford up and said quietly: "Sir Ford, please escape through the back door! The back door cannot be seen from the hall!"
Chapter completed!