"That's Hera Cruel. She's here."
Myriads of questions surged in Romnick and his colleague's mind the second those words flew out of his mouth. Did the Reapers have their eyes on them all this time? Did they know what their every movement was? How did she know they were here?
But they quickly realized that didn't matter.
Hera Cruel was present and that fact alone meant trouble.
"Hera Cruel is present." The man seated in the front passenger seat raised his wrist to his mouth, warning their subordinates about the situation. "Motorbike in sight. Black, currently riding beside us."
"Boss Rom." After giving the warning to their subordinates, the man turned to Romnick in the driver's seat. "What are we going to do?"
Romnick set his eyes on the road, thinking deeply. Even if Hera shoots them, the car is bulletproof. Therefore, he used this time to think about their situation and how to handle it.
"Boss Rom."
