"F**K!" Colton, whose pupils constricted, couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Under the glare of the armored car's lights, countless snowmen with bizarre smiles had suddenly appeared in the snow around them, seemingly determined to block their escape.
"Watch me run you over!"
A trace of madness appeared on Colton's face as he shifted into gear and slammed on the accelerator.
Amid the armored car engine's intense roar, the multitude of snowmen directly in their path were struck and toppled.
Just as Colton was furiously pressing the gas pedal, Felix, with trembling hands, took out the glass bottle he often carried.
After unscrewing the cap, he began to sprinkle the transparent liquid inside over himself and the car's interior.
"What's that? Holy Water? Damn it! Felix, where did you get so much Holy Water? You didn't become an altar boy, did you?"
