Landon swiftly pulled the handbrake as he turned the steering wheel to the right, making the car drift into a U-turn motion. The tires screeched, leaving behind a cloud of white smoke and tire marks on the road.
The pursuers, unable to calculate Landon's movement, were left behind in awe.
Landon finally lost the pursuers following them. Within a few minutes, he arrived at the rendezvous point, where his uncle Caleb was waiting in a grey-colored car parked by the roadside.
Both of them got out of the car. Caleb was relieved to see both of them unharmed.
"I'm glad you both are okay," Caleb said. "Now, get inside the car. We're leaving for a safe place."
As Evelyn and Caleb moved to get inside the car, Landon's voice was determined.
"You guys go. I'll be right behind."
Evelyn's voice was filled with worry.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"I need to find out who they are and why they keep attacking you?" Landon explained.
As Evelyn heard this, she swiftly moved towards Landon.
"No, no, you're coming with us. It's too dangerous."
"Evelyn, don't worry, you'll be safe with my uncle," Landon said.
But Evelyn's voice rose in concern.
"This isn't about me! You can die out there! Stop making stupid decisions and come with us."
Caleb nodded in agreement.
"She's right, Landon. It's dangerous."
Landon refused to listen, his eyes locked onto Evelyn's.
"How long do you think you can keep running? I need to find out why they're attacking you. Besides, you hired me for this, remember? Don't forget I'm your bodyguard."
Evelyn's expression changed as she grasped the situation. She knew he had a point, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Landon walked towards his car, its paint scarred by bullet marks, glass etched by bullets on the bulletproof glass.
As he opened the door, Evelyn's voice called out.
"Landon Ryujin, as your boss, I command you to come back safely. This is an order."
Landon smiled.
"Sure, boss."
Evelyn watched as he drove off into the distance.
"Evelyn, we need to go," Caleb said behind her.
Evelyn nodded, still watching Landon's departing car.
Landon took a left turn at the T-shaped road. Suddenly, a dirtbike and a car screeched to a halt, making eye contact with Landon.
"It's him!" the man in the car shouted.
Landon recognized them - the same pursuers from before. He floored the accelerator, leaving them behind.
But the pursuers refused to give up, tailing him relentlessly.
Landon checked the side mirror, seeing the dirt bike pursuer closing in faster than the car.
The speedometer jumped to 120 km/h, the engine roaring through the streets.
Landon eyed the dirt bike, waiting for the perfect moment.
He slowed down, then swiftly opened his door.
The dirt bike pursuer, caught off guard, collided with the door.
The car's door flew off, hitting the ground alongside the dirt bike and its passenger.
The wind whipped through Landon's hair as he sped down the deserted road in his doorless car. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, the high-stakes chase still intense.
A sign flashed by: "Road Ends."
Landon spotted an abandoned building ahead, its crumbling walls shrouded in moss and vines. With no other choice, he floored the accelerator, determined to escape.
One of the pursuers taunted, "Nowhere to hide now, hotshot."
Undeterred, Landon gunned the engine, bursting through the wall in a cloud of dust and debris.
The pursuers shouted, caught off guard. "Stop the car!" But it was too late.
Their car crashed into a pillar, the front end crumpling, smoke billowing out. The five pursuers stumbled out, groaning in pain, their faces hidden behind black rider masks.
Armed and menacing, they surveyed the damage. Landon's car, heavily damaged, sat 10 feet away, eerily empty and still.
"Where is he?" one of them growled, scanning the surrounding area.
The driver, dazed and injured, remained slumped over the steering wheel.
The others fanned out, guns at the ready, searching for Landon.
Their leader moved stealthily towards Landon's car, his movements silent and calculated. He raised his hand, folding his wrist in a subtle signal to his team.
The others nodded, fanning out to surround the car. One member crept towards the passenger seat, his eyes locked on his mate. With a barely perceptible nod, he received the signal to proceed.
In a swift, coordinated motion, he pivoted to face the driver's seat, gun at the ready.