In the night, a pickup truck slowly drove into a rest station. “Fill the gas tank up, miss.”
The gas station staff quickly came with the fuel tube.
“C’mon, I’m starving!”
The crown prince hopped off the driver’s seat, and behind him were Salazar and Albert. That was Levi’s other plan. The car Perry was in was a distraction, while Albert and his team would disguise themselves as truck drivers.
They only set off hours after the motorcade did, but they had finished half the journey. Since they had to finish the rest of the journey quickly, the three of them decided to go to a fast-food joint to get something to eat.
Before they could even take their seats, the crown prince got news from the other side of their plan. “Perry and his motorcade got into a battle. Levi lost nearly fifty fighters, but all three hundred enemies were taken down.”
Albert was impressed by Levi’s planning. That motorcade had the backing of the King of the South and was accompanied by dozens of off-road vehicles, yet their enemies chose to attack anyway. Those people would do anything to get Reconstruction Pill’s recipe.
“Did they find out whom those people were working for?” Albert asked.
The crown prince shook his head. “No. The enemy trained them in secret, and Levi killed the only one who knew. We didn’t get anything useful.”
Nobody would leave any clues behind. It would be great if the plan worked, but if they failed and left any clues behind, they would make an enemy out of the King of the South.
“Let’s grab something to eat. We need to keep going on before the enemy knows we’re here. We’re still at risk until we get to Bainbridge,” said Salazar.
Albert agreed and nodded.
Just as their food was served and they were about to eat, they noticed a faint intent of murder hanging in the air. Then, a girl popped up out of nowhere.
“It was hard finding you.” The girl plopped down on the seat across from Albert.
Since the girl knew Richard, Salazar and the crown prince relaxed. The girl was none other than Freya and she wolfed down Albert’s food.
The moment Freya showed up, Albert got worried.
‘If Freya can find us, then the enemy can do it as well. We aren’t as well hidden as we thought…’
“We can eat on the way to Bainbridge. It’s going to be a rocky ride.” Josua made a decision then and there.
Salazar and the crown prince looked at Freya, and they understood what Albert was trying to say.
After Albert got up, Freya placed her food down and followed him. “Hey, don’t go. I have something to say.”
They revved the truck up, and the gentlemen exchanged a look. In the rear-view mirror, Salazar saw Freya sitting on the makeshift bed with a blade in hand, then he shot Albert a look.
In all his bravery, the crown prince tugged on Albert’s shirt. “Matty, is this another of your lo…”
The crown prince stopped talking right away.
That was because he could feel Freya’s blade on his neck, and she would slice it open if he said another word.
Josua quickly said, “Just kidding. Calm down, miss…”
The crown prince heaved a sigh of relief when Freya moved her blade away.
“She’s fierce…”
