Wang Jian felt his heart pounding in his chest as he scanned the parking lot outside the college, his eyes darting between the vehicles and the unfamiliar men who had stepped out of them. It was the Cazadores de la Sangre—the Blood Hunters, the Spanish gang he had once been a part of. The same gang he had betrayed, leaving behind a storm of violence and unfinished business.
Bella, standing beside him, sensed his tension and whispered, "Wang Jian, what's going on? Who are they? Why are you so—"
Before she could finish, Wang Jian grabbed her hand, pulling her sharply toward the parking lot's exit, where a side gate led to the street. His movements were quick and precise, as if every second counted. "Keep quiet and follow me," he ordered, his voice low but firm.
Bella, wide-eyed and confused, stumbled along behind him. "But—who are they? What's happening?" she pressed, her voice tinged with concern.
