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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