Searching for The Stage Coach.

"Who's this boy?" An old man who was wearing comfortable-looking clothes asked.

"S...sir, You're here? " The old receptionist got up from panic.

He never thought this young man would follow him to his friend's house.

"Yeah, sir, my ass. Where's my carriage?" Lexus directly asked, then slowly walked towards the old man's.

"S...sir, I can explain. Your carriage is still safe." The receptionist stammered while talking; his hands were shaking with nervousness.

"What do you mean by still safe? Where is it?" Lexus asked, then smiled coldly at the receptionist.

"I...I sold it." The receptionist finally confessed his crime.

"Well, I know that much. Do you think I am here just to ask you about that pathetic carriage? Ahaha, look at your face," Lexus laughed, then grabbed a chair nearby and, with a swift motion, sat beside the receptionist.

"Alright, see this?" Lexus smilingly said, then showed everyone in the room his index finger.