After a few suspended seconds, Minho decided to help himself. He was debating whether to take the money and run off to someplace where neither the police nor Jae-Hyun could trace him, knowing too well that was out of options, because if there was one thing they both were good at, it was tracing people.
After all, they had found him once, they would find him again if he tried to escape.
All of those privileges both the police and Jae Hyun had weren't enough, they still had to look for more from a barely experienced young man who didn't even have the slightest idea of how to work whatever he was being thrown into—and now he was being hunted like a wild animal.
It wasn't long before a painfully similar sedan drove past him. Shocked, Minho held his breath, pulling his hood lower over his head and willing himself to believe that the sedan only looked like Lee's and wasn't actually his. Thinking about it made a shiver run down his spine.
