Yara Quillan was left with no choice, as a group of people was quickly approaching. The men who had been lying in ambush here melted back into the woods.
Among the few men standing under the tree, the leader had a scar across his face. He was small and thin, but a single glance told you he was dangerous. After hearing the sound, he dropped his cigarette to the ground, crushed it under his heel, and shot a bizarre, bloodthirsty smile toward the source of the noise.
Yara Quillan could only hide in the tree and watch the situation unfold. 'For the sake of the child in my belly, I absolutely cannot make a rash move.'
In less than a minute, a squad dressed in camouflage and face paint appeared. As Yara Quillan watched the group approach, she saw no sign of Henry Lester. She let out a sigh of relief, but felt a pang of disappointment at the same time.
She also noticed that the three men who had gone into ambush were now poised to strike.
