Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

After quickly processing the question in his mind, Albert rolled down the car window and shouted to Javi:

"Whose car is this? Where is the person who used to drive this car?!"

His question made Javi and Austa realize that the other seemed to know about the car's owner as well.

Instead of answering his question, Javier mocked him:

"What's it to you? Get out of the way. It's not your car anyway. I'm in a hurry, you can't afford to be delayed! Look at your hands, injured like that and you still dare to drive? Are you afraid you'll ruin your little beat-up car ahead of time?"

The two, who were already at odds, never had any possibility of normal communication from the beginning. However, this estrangement caused the situation to develop in an even more unexpected direction.

Javier's avoidance of the question was actually quite simple, but Albert felt there was something else going on. He thought it was a sign that Javier was deliberately hiding something.

Although Albert disliked Javi very much, he did keep an eye on Javi's gang's movements in secret. After all, Javi's technical skills, combat abilities, and popularity in this area were not low. As someone who also formed a small group, he would naturally care about these things. One of the things he knew was that "Javi planned to break away from the family and build his own power."

However, Javi is known for having many strange ideas that he abandons halfway through, and not many people think he can actually do it. Moreover, even if the idea of ​​a "small-time hoodlum planning to leave the family" were reported, it would be considered a waste of time.

In the eyes of the family, these lowest-ranking guys can never be considered true family members. No matter how many come or go, it won't affect them. Besides, many of them are just talking big, and it's not worth having their enforcers punish those who attempt to betray the family's honor.

Therefore, Albert never considered this intelligence to be anything worth caring about.

But things are different now.

Strange outsiders, a motorhome, and now the leader of a small, seemingly rebellious gang driving it, along with the gang leader's avoidance of answering his questions.

That was no longer an absurd plan, but a concrete action.

Javi, who always comes up with all sorts of bizarre ideas, is now planning to escape his family and Whitetown in a motorhome!?

In his view, everything seemed to be clear.

The person who drove the car earlier was the one who delivered it. Maybe it was the manufacturer, or a deliveryman. In any case, it couldn't be some important family figure, because they would never drive such a rugged vehicle themselves. They knew magic to protect themselves in the wasteland.

Then Javi took over the vehicle, making it his own, which is why he was driving it.

His injured hand made him feel very frustrated, and Tomat was clearly not someone he could retaliate against.

But if the target were Jia Wei's gang, he would still dare to give it a try.

"I see... I understand now."

"You two are planning to betray the family, aren't you!"

Albert stretched his hand out the window, pointed it at Javi in ​​the driver's seat, and shouted sharply.

This wasn't a sense of responsibility as a family member; he was simply excited because he had found concrete evidence of merit and could also take revenge for the harm he had suffered.

Both Javi and Austa looked at Albert in shock, but Austa quickly turned his shocked expression to Javi.

Previously, it was because the two were surprised and intimidated that Albert could guess that they did not really intend to carry out the plan.

Then, in front of Austa, Javi spoke to Albert in a tone of shock and slight admiration:

"How...how did you know?"

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Seventeen - Everyone Doing Their Own Thing

Those who avoid risks and actively distance themselves from Tomat, and those who are willing to take risks to approach Tomat for opportunities, clash just as their conflicting goals create conflict.

"So that's how it is. You're planning to defect from the family for this naive scheme."

"What the hell is wrong with this guy? He's still chasing us!"

When they came to their senses, the two groups had already begun a high-speed chase.

To Javi and his companions' surprise, this seemingly bulky vehicle was not only easy to drive, but also excellent in speed. If it weren't for the winding alleys that affected the maneuverability of such a large vehicle, they probably would have already left Albert behind.

Therefore, he only had two options.

One option is to head to the urban area where the roads are wider.

Secondly, they could go to the desert outside the city, since if there were no roads, wouldn't it be like "roads everywhere"?

Perhaps they could choose to stop the car temporarily and have a proper talk about what happened, why they were being chased, and why they were being chased.

But clearly, having grown up in Syracuse, they didn't have this option in mind.

In this place where disputes never cease, when something inexplicable suddenly happens, the first thing to do is to run far away, rather than calmly negotiate with both sides.

Unless you are confident that you are a person of high value who deserves to be listened to by others, and that you will not break down for some reason that you don't even understand.

"Javi, did you provoke him again?"

"Provoke him? Which time are you talking about?"

Chaos and confusion led Javi and Austa to continue speeding along the city's outskirts instead of making a decision about their direction. They quickly sorted through the possibilities, only to find that the other had far too many reasons to cause them trouble.

Chaos ensued – if Terra had creatures called "chickens" or "dogs," this word would be the perfect description of the places they traversed.

"Get on the main road! Shake him off!"

The moment the RV bursts into the city from the side road, it's enough to make most passersby stop in their tracks.

The vehicle took off, then landed heavily, its tires spinning in place for a while, kicking up thick smoke and a pungent smell from the friction, before speeding away.

But Albert's car followed closely behind, disappearing from sight amidst a deafening roar of its engine, as if it had floored the accelerator.

Openly speeding and chasing each other is not actually too rare for the local Syracuse people; it's just that such incidents don't usually happen during the day.

This level of disturbance was not enough to make some family members who happened to witness the scene too concerned. In their view, it was nothing more than a problem with the handover of goods that they were unaware of, and there was nothing for them to worry about. Moreover, neither the large truck in front nor the car following closely behind had any familiar license plates or logos.

Intervening without fully understanding the specific situation is not a wise move for family members. After all, if they accidentally help a rival family, it's not something that can be explained away in a few words.

Therefore, the chase between the two sides was surprisingly undisturbed by outsiders—Alber, who was determined to capture the other and make a name for himself no matter what, and Javi and Austa, who were determined to run away no matter what, raced from one end of the city to the other. One of them took a winding and circuitous route, while the other relentlessly pursued him. As time gradually turned from afternoon to dusk.

"What's that little brat Javi dawdling about..."

At this moment, the gatekeeper was feeling irritable and annoyed because the sun was about to set and he hadn't received a call from Javi to inform him about picking up the car.

In his opinion, it was probably Javi who was busy with his weird stuff and forgot to call to let him know. After all, it was just a car wash; if he wanted to do it, he would have done it already.

It wasn't that the doorman cared about Tomat a lot; it was just that someone of Tomat's status in Syracuse couldn't afford to offend anyone who seemed to be of higher status than himself. He didn't want the other person's mood to be ruined by the fact that the car hadn't been delivered yet, and then his anger would be transferred to him.

However, when he dialed the car shop's number, the voice that came from the other end of the line was not Jia Wei's frivolous voice that made him angry, but a slightly anxious male voice. The owner of the voice was the car shop owner.

"You're asking me where Javi is? I'd like to ask you that too! That kid's been missing ever since I got back this afternoon, and Austa isn't there either!"

"He's not here?"

A flicker of unease crossed the gatekeeper's mind, but his focus wasn't on Javi and his companion. He didn't intend to inquire about the possible reasons for their mysterious disappearance, but instead continued to ask:

"Who cares about them! Where's the car? Since they're not here, I'll just go get it myself!"

However, the boss's next answer made the security guard realize that the unease he had felt earlier seemed to have already occurred:

"A car? What car? Is a car being delivered today? Hello? Hello! Are you listening?"

Upon hearing these words, the security guard's mind went completely blank—losing a family member's car was no small matter.

Even if the responsibility is more on the car dealership, it's not easy for me, as the one who delivered the car, to easily distance myself from the situation.

However, the prerequisite for holding someone accountable is that the person involved is aware that this incident actually happened.

If the car owner is unaware of this fact when they receive the car, then it doesn't exist.

So the doorman ignored the car shop owner yelling on the other end of the phone and instead called his superior, who was also the owner of the upscale hotel and one of the direct members of the Terlin family.

Clearly, in the gatekeeper's mind, his boss was quite reasonable. Jiawei Caravan had always been responsible for managing the vehicles for the family members who moved in, and there had almost never been any problems. This unexpected situation was something no one had anticipated, so naturally, the gatekeeper wouldn't be entirely blamed.

The doorman was a long-time employee of the hotel, so the boss sent him to lay low for a while. He would personally arrange for some people to investigate the whereabouts of the vehicles and try to get everything sorted out before Thomas and his group needed the car again.

But the owner was also curious about the background of the guests staying there. He knew that if there were really distinguished guests who were members of a family staying there, he would have known about it beforehand.

So, some people, under the boss's orders, tracked down Tomat's car, while another group tried to find out information about Tomat and Frostnova.

"Do your job well. The boss lent you to me not just so you could stand here aimlessly."

The black-haired young man, who had been given the order by his boss, showed a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but he managed to suppress it in silence. He nodded to his boss and walked out of the boss's office without saying a word.

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Eighteen - The Clumsy Method

"That's what the boss said, but he wants us to investigate their background... How are we supposed to do that?"

If this were an ordinary hotel, these people, who were all internal employees and had the boss's permission, could naturally go directly to the front desk to find out the two people's registration information and their identities.

But this is a high-end hotel in Syracuse mainly for family members.

Rather than relying on identification documents to gain entry, they actually check in more often by "scanning their faces." Hotel staff will not neglect those who look like members of famous families.

Of course, it's unrealistic to expect them to remember every face, so sometimes, as long as you project a powerful and charismatic image, no one will question your check-in.

This is one of the reasons why this hotel check-in rule was established. After all, employees are more likely to believe that the other person might be a big shot who doesn't show his face much and therefore doesn't recognize him than to trust their own memory.

Another reason is that people firmly believe no one would be foolish enough to impersonate a big shot and stay at such a place; the cost of that is never something those who need to fake an identity can afford.

"How do we investigate? Are we supposed to knock on their doors and say, 'Our boss has questions about your background, could you please explain?'"

"If you dare say something like that, you'll be no longer a family member in the next second. Anyway, we're not going to ask you that..."

The boss's subordinates, who had been unable to get any answers from the front desk, were not very enthusiastic about the investigation order. Instead, they made a show of leaving the hotel and then sat down somewhere to complain about the unreasonableness of the order.

"However, if it were that stubborn Felin kid, he might actually ask that question."

At the same time, some people remembered another "colleague" who was in charge of investigating the vehicle's whereabouts.

"You mean Broca? That's certainly possible. That's how that stubborn guy offended the boss and got dumped here, right?"

"...He's lucky, he managed to survive even after offending the boss."

"I heard he's quite skilled and a good fighter, which is why we kept him around. But I've never actually seen him."

Even though they had once worked alongside higher-ranking family members, these subordinates seemed to have no respect for Broca, whom they spoke of; instead, they only made sarcastic and mocking remarks about him.

"Anyway, Javi has really gotten himself into big trouble this time. Although I knew he would cause trouble, as a thug, he's too restless. This time he even set his sights on someone else's car. I wonder if he stole it and modified it again?"

"Who knows! In the past, when he tampered with the car, people would only find out afterward. But now, there's no sign of him or the car at all. I think he's tired of living."

From their conversation, we learned that Javi had done similar things in the past, but it didn't seem to cause any major problems. It's just that this time the clues and flaws he left behind were too big.

One of the boss's men asked, "Should we also help them find a car? It's easier than investigating their identities, right?"

But another person immediately interrupted, "In such a big city, how do you know where the car is if it's hidden? The boss assigned this task to Broca, not expecting it to succeed. If there's any accountability later, even if we can't find Javi, we can make that stubborn Broca take the blame. Anyway, if he can't find it, he'll definitely come back obediently, and we can use him to explain."

"Exactly! If we get involved, we'll just suffer together!"