Chapter 307: Being Outran By A Girl
But she did have her instincts.
They veered sharply into a winding street filled with market stalls. The scent of spices and dried fish hit them instantly. Nnenna did not stop.
She grabbed a colorful shawl hanging from a rack, threw Lionaran currency to the seller, and threw the shawl over her shoulders and head without breaking stride. She snatched another and tossed it to Ekene.
“Wear it. Fast,” she said.
“What?”
“Now!”
He fumbled but followed her lead, wrapping the fabric like a traveling shawl around his shoulders and lower face.
They ducked into a fruit stall where a plump old woman with sharp eyes was arranging oranges.
“Please,” Nnenna whispered. “Just for a moment.”
The woman raised a brow, glanced at the guards storming toward the market, and without a word, pointed to a large overturned basket. Nnenna and Ekene crouched and hid behind it.
The guards burst into the market seconds later, scanning the crowd.
“They went this way!” one shouted.
A vendor raised a brow. “Who? Those kids?”
“Yes! Where are they?”
in his mouth. “Saw some kids running. But they all look
young man chewing gum smirked from the sidelines. “You think we
Someone laughed.
do
you should learn how to run faster instead of asking us
The guards grew frustrated.
the King of Lionara?!” barked one of the more senior
said, unimpressed.
cursed
thank you to the old woman, who gave a subtle nod before tossing an extra cloth over the hiding spot to make it
and sweating under
“That’s our cue.”
to another street entirely. Once out, they mingled with the crowd, walking instead
slow breath.
adjusting the shawl on her head.
the south was
a single problem evading most of the guards, because speed was
and motorcycles like she was born to do it.
returning with gold medals. Her legs were used to long distance endurance, but even now, this kind of street chase felt like a new
stayed focused. Every morning jog she had ever done now felt like
some of the guards were panting hard, clearly struggling to keep up. A few exchanged glances, shame rising on their
what?” one of
you we should have gone after the guys!” another hissed, starting to
was too
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