Jin Yucheng was, after all, a special forces soldier groomed by the North Country, the king of soldiers. He believed that the other party had already taken the time to drive through Sapporo once and memorize the map in his mind.
"Is he that impressive?" Miyashita Naoyuki looked at the perennially expressionless Jin Yucheng, who seemed almost like a robot, with suspicion, and said, "XX bar."
Jin Yucheng started the car without a word.
The car didn't go fast, but it was very smooth. Whether braking at traffic lights or starting off, the jolting was minimal.
"Sugoichi, Mr. Aoyama, this driver of yours has got some skills! He's even better than my dad's driver," Miyashita Naoyuki exclaimed admirably, one compliment after another.
Aoyama Xiu Xin said casually, "Driving is the least of the many skills he possesses."
