After the golden car came to a stop, a man who looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old stepped out of the driver's seat and, facing Pad, revealed an expression of slight headache:
"Sir, I can't take you into the Second Ring without a protective suit."
"?" Pad, hearing this, was momentarily at a loss for words. In Columbia, everyone regarded him as Strong, but here, was he actually feeling a perspective of care and protection from others?
However, Melbourne quickly reacted and immediately said,
"Hey, friend, Mr. Pad is on a temporary visa!"
"Oh, my apologies, please wait a moment." Upon hearing this, the driver quickly took out his phone, launched an app, and handed it to Pad, saying,
"Sir, please scan your face."
"…" Pad was not one to explode at the slightest inconvenience; otherwise, he couldn't have been a superhero. Seeing the driver request this, he obediently put his face close. After the app popped up the relevant documents, the driver nodded and said,
