Chapter 305: A Prince Being Chased Like a Thief

His fingers froze above the screen. The air changed.

One car… two… no, more.

So many cars suddenly surrounded them, forming a circle without warning. The crew turned, confused, alert. Then Abuchi’s eyes widened.

These weren’t just any cars.

His gaze locked onto the dark, sleek vehicles gleaming under the sun, each one bearing a familiar insignia on the hood. Royal. Official.

These cars were from the royal garage.

His breath caught slightly.

“Uh… guys,” he said, slowly putting his phone away. “We might… have some royal company.”

Everyone turned sharply now, eyes scanning the markings on the cars

They froze.

Surrounded.

Everywhere they turned, there were black, gleaming cars, silent, deadly, and bearing the unmistakable insignia of royal authority. The kind of cars you didn’t want to see unless you were summoned.

Nnenna’s breath caught in her throat. “How… how did they find us?” she asked, her voice low and stunned.

“It must be the videos,” John replied quickly, his eyes wide. “I knew it. Something was bound to go wrong once those clips started spreading during the fight.”

Karen clutched her bag tighter. “What do we do now?”

Every head turned to Abuchi, silently demanding a plan, any plan. His jaw was clenched, eyes scanning rapidly.

Then it clicked.

storm. “Remember the

A brief pause.

“Meet me there.”

Everyone understood instantly.

he said again,

into motion, darting off in all directions, north, south, east, west. A flurry of limbs and wind and desperate, strategic

cars blinked in confusion, not expecting the group to move so quickly, or at all. Their hesitation lasted all of three

yelled from inside a vehicle. “They’re

temple in disbelief. “I can see that,

car door open with a

do we go after all of them? Or just the two

Of course the royals! Prioritize them, but don’t

revved to life. The quiet market street had turned into a

caught. The

He narrowed his eyes.

forget… one of them is

sir!” the man barked, slamming the door shut as the engines roared. Tires screeched as the convoy split,

the eastern route, after

They didn’t get far.

quickly. The road narrowed, turning into a messy path riddled with potholes, patches of broken pavement, and, eventually, a small slum trail.

slum side zone!” one of the guards

lead man

pursuit, black uniforms flashing past startled street vendors, jumping over crates, and sprinting

dashing ahead and breathing hard, he took off his disguises since they were useless now. Then he dared a glance

His eyes widened.

still behind him, several of them.

shouted. “Your Highness, please stop! You’re making it

of course, Abuchi had

he welcomed the pain. It meant he was still ahead. Still

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