The bodyguards stepped forward, binding Kael and Quintin tightly before shoving them into the car. As for the groaning men on the floor, they were left bound and completely ignored. Whether they managed to break free or got rescued was entirely up to their own luck.
Julius planned to bring the two captives back to the Blackwood Group branch in South Africa to deal with them properly. Right now, the priority was simply getting out of Florian City.
"Drive straight to Brolin City."
The branch was located in Brolin City. He had resources and manpower there, making everything much easier to handle.
"Yes, Boss."
It was a seven or eight-hour drive from here to Brolin City. To prevent Kael and Quintin from pulling any stunts, Julius didn't just have them tied up; he had their mouths thoroughly gagged with dirty rags.
After driving for over an hour, the bodyguard at the wheel spoke up. "Boss, we're being followed."
Julius frowned. How had the enemy tracked their vehicle so quickly?
"Keep driving," he ordered, turning his attention to Kael and yanking the rag out of his mouth.
"Who exactly are you, Kael?"
Who was this guy, really?
How did he possess this much influence?
It had barely been an hour, and someone was already on their tail.
"Haha! Julius, I told you, you can't leave Florian City with me. Now do you believe me?"
Julius grabbed him by the throat, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Talk!"
"Let... let me go... choke me to death... and you still won't leave here..."
Kael gasped for air, his face turning purple as Julius's grip tightened, looking fully prepared to snap his neck.
Julius finally released him, just as their vehicle was aggressively boxed in by seven or eight cars from all directions.
"Boss, our car can't outrun theirs. We can't shake them."


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