Atlas didn't hesitate, saying, "Of course we have to go. She doesn't have the guts to attack us at home."

"Mr. Atlas." Just then, Dylan, who was driving, suddenly interrupted us. "We've got trouble behind us."

I was about to turn around when Atlas immediately held my head, telling Dylan, "Head back home."

Dylan acknowledged and stepped on the gas. Both Atlas and I instinctively looked in the rearview mirror. I noticed a car rapidly catching up from behind.

Dylan cautioned, "Protect Mrs. Chlo