The driver raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard.

After a pause, he replied, If youre not going there, youll still have to pay the full fare.

Just change the route.

Ill pay, Moss shot back, impatience rising.

He pulled out a thick stack of cash to show it to the driver.

Hurry up.

Ive got something important to do.

When the driver saw the stack of bills, his eyes lit up.

Just then, Moss said, Take me to the train station.

At the north entrance of the train station.

Moss, cradling Melon in his arms, hopped out of the car in a hurry.

behind, popping open

stroller and

flurry of motion, the driver fished out the stack of cash

was thin,

few bills for his fare, ready to hand

Moss already

driver called out, his

guard stopped him, telling him to move his car, cautioning about potential

protests, the guard

the driver resorted to

cast a backward glance before

bewildered,

such a sum? Or perhaps… Moss had given him funny

thought jolted

hurriedly scrutinized the

his voice rising above

told you to move your car! With no other

train station, Moss strode purposefully, exchanging his glasses

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