Chapter 63: Underestimated
Meanwhile, deep in the shadowed woods, Shin Keir crouched low, his body still as stone, his sharp gaze scanning every movement, every shift of wind in the grass.
He had already calculated the likely time and path the pursuers would take. The pursuers were closing in. He could feel it in the way the forest held its breath.
He melted into the dark like a phantom, silent and calculating.
His goal was simple: lead them far from the car. Far from Yeri.
She was the only thing that mattered.
Without a sound, he slipped deeper into the darkness, vanishing like a ghost, every step measured, every thought precise.
Moments later, tires crunched over loose gravel.
A black car stopped at the edge of the clearing. Three men jumped out, guns in hand, eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Did we lose him?" one muttered, voice sharp with nerves.
"No," another snapped. "This is a dead end. He’s here. Hiding."
"Should we call for backup?"