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

Chapter 317: Morning, Officer

“Morning,” the man replied, narrowing his eyes. “Where you headed?”

“Lumna,” Abuchi said, pulling out a small wad of cash in foreign currency. “No questions. Just space in the back. For five people.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “Foreign cash, no questions… That’s suspicious.”

Abuchi smiled faintly. “It’s also profitable.”

The man paused, then gave a small shrug. “Fine. Where’s your crew?”

“They’re coming,” Abuchi replied, already turning away, eyes scanning the surroundings.

The man nodded but watched him carefully as Abuchi walked off and melted into the crowd.

Back at the corner, Abuchi rejoined the group. “He’s in. We need to move now before someone else shows up.”

Everyone tensed but nodded. It was time.

As they began walking, Nnenna moved ahead slightly, turning the corner first, and then froze.

She stopped so suddenly, Karen almost bumped into her. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

Nnenna didn’t respond right away. Her eyes were locked on a man dressed in all black, one of the guards who had been chasing them since Marka. He was leaning casually against a cargo truck, deep in conversation with another man.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

That’s one of them. He’s here. They’re still tracking us.

Her instincts screamed danger.

Karen, who was just rounding the corner behind her. Nnenna raised a subtle hand and gestured for everyone to

followed her lead, confusion written

back, Abuchi called out in a hushed voice, “Why are you

tracks. “We

irritated. “What are you talking

them all. “Let’s find another person to take us across, someone who

furrowed deeper. “Why? What difference does that make? Do you know how hard it is to find someone like

quiet strength. “But it’s safer. If we go to someone already over the border, we don’t have

There was silence.

nodded. “She’s made her call. Let’s do that. We’ve come this far, no

and added,

thoughtful before quietly

like she wanted to argue, but with the rest of the group already turning to leave, she

group moved quickly but quietly, weaving through the thick trees as they skirted the edge of the border. They had no time to waste, and luckily for them, the guards stationed at this section of Jupe’s border were some of the laziest

seriously. Some even dozed off, barely glancing at

foliage, the

patrolled zones, they paused, catching

a returning cargo vehicle. Finding one going toward Lumna

luck was on

hour, a rickety cargo truck rolled down the road, its bed empty, engine humming softly. A single

hand, and called out, “Sir!

to

trees with his

was polite, but clearly confused, and slightly suspicious. “You need a cargo heading out from the