"A… aren't they just rescuers?"
Even with her wife's screams piercing his ears; telling him that the people that were blocking their path were there to take his life, Bezios still let out a small but obviously nervous chuckle as he glanced through the rear window of his car.
"..." As for Van, he could not help but wonder how Bezios garnered his wealth if he was this stupid. Van would admit that he himself was not a genius… but at least he was self-aware.
And so, the only thing that Van could do was leaned towards the rear window. And sure enough, the dozens of people that were still coming out of their cars were holding some sort of gun.
"What did you say this Bishop Job did again?" Van then muttered as he stared at the group of… ambushers.
"I… Illegal things," Bezios gulped.
"...Is killing his competitors happen to be one of them?" Van breathed out.
"Seriously?" Maria rolled her eyes, "Even the alien is smarter than–"