Raymond continued driving, though his speed was low. He noticed some cars following him, and they were closing in.
He had angered those old folks, and was he expecting to go free?
"We are almost there," Ancaan said through the phone, and Raymond lifted the chair next to him and stared at his weapons.
"How far are you?" he asked.
"About a thirty-minute drive."
"Are you with Seb?" he asked curiously. What if the people following him weren't sent by those old people but Seb instead?
"No"
Slowly, his car stopped moving, and he stared at his gun in frustration. The cars following him parked, and they all walked down with their guns and approached his car.
"Get down or else we will blow up your car," one of the masked men said. They already knew his car was bulletproof, so there was no need to waste their bullets on it.
