They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 310: Cryptic Messages

He could yell. He wanted to yell. But after what he just went through on that phone call, he understood something very clearly, none of this was easy. Not for him. Not for them.

“…Forget it,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re not the only ones who got humiliated today.”

The men almost sighed in relief.

“Alright,” Michael barked, pulling himself together, “Squad one, head to the border crossings. Stop every vehicle that sneezes suspiciously. Squad two, airport terminals. I want eyes on every face that even remotely looks like it’s running from something. Squad 3, train stations. Full lockdown if you have to. The rest of you, with me. There’s still a chance they’re moving on foot. We’ll sweep the road routes.”

“No one sleeps tonight. If they escaped on land, we chase on land. If they take the skies, we fly. If they vanish, we sniff them out.”

“But sir,” one guard dared to ask, “how do we find them if we don’t know where they’re going?”

“Figure. It. Out,” he snapped, walking toward the car. “We’re professionals, not street magicians. And someone better find me a charger. My new phone’s on 17%.”

They all snapped into action. The weight of the royal order and the sting of failure had set them on fire. In less than five minutes, the streets were swarming with black clad personnel pouring into cars, bikes, and alleyways.

Those who had watched the whole scene unfold from the sidelines, neighbors, shopkeepers, curious onlookers, were left blinking, still trying to understand what kind of movie had just played out in their quiet neighborhood.

“Is it a movie shoot?” one woman asked.

“Which movie uses real panic like

shook his head. “I don’t know what happened today oh, but those kids they were chasing… I don’t

rippled through the crowd as the street finally began to quiet

finally stopped to catch his breath. The alleys were quieter now,

again, this time toward their designated meeting spot. I hope the others remember the

felt a pang of guilt thinking about Nnenna. I’m sorry, Sis. But I trust Ekene. He’ll keep you safe. And you? You are tougher than all of us combined. That brought a small smile to his lips, even amidst the

of the city, the rest of the group were also doing the same, avoiding patrols and heading toward the meeting spot, all

the wind forgets the shape of the falcon in Marka, remember that rivers can carry what wheels cannot. You’ll understand what I mean if things

Something had indeed

sense: Rivers. Of course. If they could

poetic at the time, but now it

Trunns, or at least a hidden water passage that

scattered locations, began asking questions carefully, subtly, blending into crowds and approaching locals who seemed trustworthy. They had to be smart. Too many questions in the wrong place

Marka?

found a quiet corner behind an old kiosk, crouched down, and pulled out his phone. His fingers moved quickly over the screen, searching

through Marka, filtering out the ones that looked too shallow or too close to main roads. Come

same. Karen leaned casually against a bus stop pole, pretending to text, while her eyes flicked between her phone

of him, kept his head low while scrolling