RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT

CHAPTER 180

The car's tires crunched against the gravel as Michos pressed firmly on the brake, bringing the vehicle to a gradual halt. Raylan's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward, peering intently through the windshield towards the towering structure in the distance. "Michos, you should stop the car already, you should move any further," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're almost at Creole, and I can't risk the guards hearing us approach."

Michos twisted in his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "Why, Raylan? What's the problem? You can see there is no building around us," he asked, his gaze shifting anxiously between the road ahead and Raylan's anxious expression.

Raylan took a steadying breath. "Yeah, there is no building around and that is just for deceit. If the guards catch wind of our arrival, it could jeopardize everything," he explained. "We need to be as stealthy as possible."

"Yeah, I think Raylan is right. We shouldn't alert them,