'Oh, come on! The leader's still sitting in the car? What kind of coward just waits while his men get slaughtered?'
A soft laugh echoed in his mind before Zoe's voice followed, 'Focus, sir. They're making their move now.'
Instantly, Noah tensed—his senses flaring.
He reconnected with his surroundings.
Every time the wind blows or the leaves rustle, or even when the pressure changes, he's instantly on high alert.
And this time, he knew the real fight was just beginning.
Noah lowered his head, peering beneath the car. He spotted someone strolling toward the left side. The figure was still a few meters away from his vehicle.
He waited. As his awareness tensed, he began to feel something was off.
'Only one person? Where's the other?' he wondered, unease creeping into his thoughts.
Before he could process the answer to his growing anxiety, a faint voice echoed through his mind.
'You're a dead motherfucker for killing my team!'
The voice was seething with fury.
