" request? It must be at least Porsche 911. Also, I want to drive to the racing site to play. It's best if I can be faster and play more happily. Apart from that, I don't have any other requirements."
"Okay, my address is..."
After a while, Michael hung up the phone.
He looked at Hershel and said, "Wait a minute, my friend will send a car here."
"You lunatic! Have you played enough? I'm not interested in embarrassing myself with you!"
Feeling the disdainful eyes of the guard and Chaika, Hershel glanced at Nora, who was standing beside Chaika. She was looking at the two of them as if she was looking at a clown. Hershel felt even more ashamed and roared at Michael,
"You don't want to leave, do you? If you don't want to leave, I'll go back by myself!"
Michael said, "Go back by yourself? With the distance between this place and the other end of the bar, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back even if your legs are broken."
"You—"