"Hey! What are you doing? Are you stopping here to prevent everyone from passing by? I'm telling you, I've already taken a photo of your license plate number."
An unexpected shout came, and Gojo Satoru slowly turned his head, only to see an angry young man standing outside waving his fists, seemingly very dissatisfied with him for parking the car in the middle.
Gojo Satoru slowly turned his head and focused his attention on Kosuo, whose forehead was constantly sweating. He said lazily: "Drive the car to a quiet place."
Kensuo was stiff all over, but he also knew Gojo Satoru's temperament, not to mention the future Gojo Satoru who seemed to be stronger and more unscrupulous. If he didn't do what he said, he might be killed without saying a word. Get rid of it.
As the car started, the noisy crowd retreated. Gojo Satoru looked through the glass at the billboards and shops outside. A smile suddenly flashed through his six eyes under the blindfold.
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