“Hey, how far more do we have to walk?”

Yelena was wearing high heels and could not take it anymore. She squatted on the ground and refused to continue walking.

She complained, “Why do we have to walk when we could’ve just gone by car?”

“It’s right ahead. How about I get a taxi to bring you to a hotel for some rest?”

As soon as he uttered those words, Yelena stood up.

“Never!”

She walked toward James, pouted, and said, “Don’t even think about leaving me behind!”

After walking for a distance, a villa district came into sight.

At that moment, a few mercenaries dressed in camouflage uniforms and armed with weapons rushed toward them, barricading their path.

Seeing the approaching group of people, Yelena’s curiosity was piqued.

“Wow! They’re mercenaries.”

Yelena was Durandal’s Princess and had experienced all sorts of occurrences. Rather than feeling fearful, she was thrilled by the scene.

“Who are you three?”

A middle-aged man with a machine gun approached and scanned the tr