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?”

said, popping a peanut in his mouth. “Saw some kids running. But they all look the same

smirked from the sidelines. “You think we are just

Someone laughed.

do

you should learn how to run faster instead of asking us where

The guards grew frustrated.

King of Lionara?!” barked one of the

chewing man said,

cursed under

fruit basket, Nnenna mouthed a silent thank you to the old woman, who gave a subtle

left, grumbling and sweating under the sun, the old

“That’s our cue.”

Ekene slipped out the back of the stall through a narrow path between buildings that connected to another street entirely. Once out, they mingled with the

slow

smiled, adjusting the shawl on her head. “Yeah. But it

the south

she did not have a single problem evading most of the guards, because speed was

feet, weaving between people, carts, and motorcycles like she was born to do it. Hand to hand combat? Not her thing. But

school in numerous athletic competitions, often returning with gold medals. Her legs were used to long distance endurance, but even now, this kind of street chase

Every morning jog she had ever done now felt like preparation for this

few exchanged glances, shame rising on

what?” one

the guys!” another hissed, starting to

it was too

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