Chapter: 413
"We'll lead the way."
He exhibited no concern over the possibility of Norah fleeing on the motorcycle.
“Let's set off."
The man was about to ask, “Can you manage a ride with that dress?"
Before the man could ask, Norah had grasped her gown's hem and gave it a sharp tug. Instantly, the once floor-length attire transformed into a skirt barely covering her thighs. She nonchalantly wrapped the excess fabric around her waist, turning a simple dress into something striking.
The men at the side couldn't help but gawk, drooling over the sight.
None of them had ever encountered a woman of such allure.
The quartet of motorcycles tore through the city streets, their aggressive maneuvers drawing irate shouts from other drivers. Their speed unnerved regular motorists, creating a stir wherever they passed.
A black sedan trailed them, its driver navigating with exceptional skill. He kept a consistent distance, never lagging too far behind nor getting too close, regardless of the terrain.
Inside the sedan, two figures clad in black watched anxiously. The driver eyed the motorcycles with concern, while his companion considered contacting their higher-up. "Should we inform the Deacon that she has left with a group of men?’
"She went with them willingly. Our job is to intervene if she's harmed, keeping our presence a secret unless absolutely necessary."
The man with the phone eyed the bustling street with trepidation.
“Facing so many men, if we're not vigilant and she comes to harm, we'll face repercussions back at the Sacredice."
The stunning Norah astride the motorcycle was the very one the two members from the Sacredice spared no effort in ensuring her safety, determined to prevent any harm from befalling her.
"If she sustains any injuries, our mission will be compromised."
In response to the concern voiced, the driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the group of men ahead. “We'll handle it with caution. Once they come to a stop, we'll take them out swiftly."
He had recognized them as thugs under Jack, a notorious figure in the East Zone renowned for their involvement in robbery and other criminal activities. Jack and his crew were known for their unyielding nature and formidable presence.
The motorcycle was bound for the East Zone of Lochdeer.
"Understood."
The two members of the Sacredice exchanged a resolute glance, steeling themselves for the task ahead.
To reach the East Zone, they had to navigate through a desolate area, characterized by a straight, two-lane road flanked by abandoned, unfinished buildings.
As they rode, Norah couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at their surroundings.
The idea of a deserted building being an ideal location for nefarious activities crossed Norah's mind. She slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.
“What's going on?" Impatient, a man leaped off the motorcycle, eager to know about the cause of Norah's abrupt stop.