A snowstorm occurred early in the morning, covering the entire city in darkness.

A group of men were secretly sneaking through the alleys of the city. Mark's leg hadn't recovered yet. Every step he took was excruciating, but he didn't slow down because of it.

Even though it was cold, he was sweating profusely. His safety goggles fogged up from the heat, but his gaze remained determined.

As long as he escaped, he would have the opportunity to gather men once more.

He wasn't going to let any of them off the hook! Yvonne, Stephen, Kendrick—no one!

No one could take what belonged to him!

The ambition and hatred were raging in his heart, fueling him to quicken his steps. He no longer felt the pain.

…

After two hours of walking, the sky brightened a little.

They were crossing the road by the periphery of the city when they heard someone from behind yelling, "Stop right there!"

Benji was alarmed. He shoved Mark in front and instructed quickly, "Mr. Miller. Go right ahead. Run to th