Thick and blinding smoke exploded outward. It surged like a tidal wave, swallowing the space in seconds. Almost immediately, visibility dropped to zero. Mendez swore. Kray stepped back instinctively. Troy's eyes widened as he tried to track movement, but the fog choked everything.
Then a voice cut through.
"If you want me, catch me."
The engine roared again. The smoke stirred violently as the motorbike tore forward, vanishing out the same way it came. By the time the smoke began to clear, he was gone.
Mendez gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected that. They all thought this new Nexian would cower at the thought of a confrontation, especially under the Blood Moon. But no. Instead, he charged straight in, made his move, and escaped in plain sight.
"What a fearless cub," Mendez sneered.
It made no sense. No strategy. Just chaos. And somehow, that made it worse. Well… just what could he expect from a young dandy heir?
"Move. Follow him. Now."
