Soon, headlights flared in his rearview mirror—a bulky gray sedan tailgating him aggressively.
A honk blared, long and angry.
Vonjo raised a brow, glancing at the car behind him. "Ohhh? Someone's mad? What's the matter, can't handle greatness?"
The other driver rolled down his window, shaking his fist and yelling something lost to the wind.
"Fuck you! Don't be arrogant!"
Vonjo's smirk deepened.
He rolled his own window down and let out an exaggerated yawn before casually spitting toward the road.
"Yeah, yeah, keep barking," he muttered.
He slowed at an intersection, letting the angry driver catch up.
The man's face was red with rage, his mouth moving nonstop, eyes full of the kind of fury only traffic could inspire.
Vonjo barely gave him a glance, then turned his eyes back to the open stretch ahead.
The sedan honked again, swerving slightly to challenge him.
"Tch." Vonjo shook his head. "Alright, Frog. Time for some fun. Bow."
