1098 Emilio Miguel

Loud motorcycle engines disturbed the peaceful night in a rural area filled with agricultural fields that barely had any habitable houses in sight. The motorcycles sped through the bumpy road like daredevils.

They left the main road and entered a narrow trail surrounded by wild trees and bushes. The trail was not paved in any way but worn out from the frequent passing of people on foot and small vehicles.

After a while, a building finally became visible from a distance. It was a simple, unpainted, concrete two-storey house. The motorcycles skidded to a stop right in front of the house, spreading clouds of dust, dirt, and small stones while doing so.

The leading motorcyclist removed his helmet while the rider behind him climbed off. The others following behind them followed suit. [Read official chapters on W e b n o v e l (dot) com. Please stop supporting piracy. Also follow author on Instagram: @arriacross]