Chapter 131 So, It's You

• The car ahead clearly noticed they were being followed. "Who the hell is this idiot tailing us?" the driver grumbled, glancing in the rearview mirror.
• "No clue, but take care of him now!" the man in the passenger seat snapped, fiddling with a string of crosses. His cold glare left no room for argument. Without hesitation, the two men in the back rolled down their windows and began firing at the pursuing car.
• Finnley's eyes narrowed, unimpressed. These guys weren't amateurs—bold enough to open fire on a mountain road—but he wasn't worried. This was nothing compared to what he'd handled before. He skillfully navigated the car, weaving through the bullets with ease.