On the winding road in Nishitama District, in the western suburbs of Tokyo.

Several men dressed in black were looking down at the spot where Jasmine had fallen off from the cliff.

They could see a fire burning below from the distance. One of them whispered, “The people inside the car should already be dead now, right?”

Another person sneered as he said, “They fell from such a high altitude, and there is such a big fire. If they are not dead, I will chop off my head and hand it over to you.”