A convoy of sleek black SUVs roared down the private road leading to Utkal Airport's VIP section, surrounded by a tight circle of heavily armed guards. In the center vehicle sat Evan, his expression unreadable, exuding a steep cold precision like a man on a deadly mission.
After a brief respite for a few days to recharge himself, it was time.
The convoy halted and then a vehicle carried him to the private jet
The guards swiftly formed a perimeter, ensuring that the area was secure as Evan emerged from the SUV. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he walked calmly, exuding authority. His sharp gaze flickered briefly toward the horizon before he boarded the jet's steps.
