PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD
A white-painted mini-truck drove through a lonely deserted road and the two lights from the headlamps of the truck showed brightly in the darkness that covered the earth because of the absence of stars and moon.

The two occupants inside the truck were silent, and a hood covered the head of a lady among the pair.

"Are you sure you are up to this?"

"I have no choice. I am happy that I have a chance to defend my life and not be hurled into the palace cell."

"You deserve what is coming to you. Nevertheless, I can stop myself from feeling sorry for you."

"You suppose to be happy. After all, am saving your lover from harm's way."

Zuma nodded his head, swerve left to avoid a pothole that was filled with erosion water, then changed the truck gear and accelerate faster.

In replacement of Mandy, Shiela was made to dress as a royal maid, handed a small revolver and ordered to disguise herself as the culprit.

"It's a suicidal mission."

"I agreed. Yet I feel exhilarated instead of getting s
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