Chapter 98 – A Hard Fight
Who else could pull off something so badass as riding a bike into a battlefield? Besides John, of course.
He had spotted the group from a distance, so he slowed his pace, pedaling at a casual speed to avoid drawing attention. But as he approached, something caught him completely off guard.
One of the women looked startlingly familiar—eerily so. She resembled someone he had only seen in a photograph once. A photo taken at Grandpa Wodehouse's house.
She looked exactly like his seventh sister—Bertha.
Curious, John pedaled closer, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. His jaw nearly dropped.
It wasn't just a resemblance.
It was her.
Unless the universe had decided to duplicate her face on someone else, that woman standing confidently in the clearing was Bertha.
John never imagined he'd bump into her by the banks of the Hudson River, of all places.
A grin crept across his lips as excitement surged in his chest. He was ready to charge in on his bike, give her a good scare, maybe even get a laugh out of it. But before he could make a move, two cold-faced men stepped in his path, arms crossed, eyes deadly serious.
"Martial Arts League business ahead. If you value your life, turn back," one of them barked with no trace of warmth.