Adrian, Gloria, and Mya left the hotel after having their fill. Mya had secured an off-road SUV. The three of them hopped in and drove into the desert.

Not long after they left, more than a hundred cars arrived at the inn and encircled it. People poured out of the cars brandishing weapons, each one more ferocious than the next. An angry-looking middle-aged man got out of the car and walked into the inn with a dozen of his underlings.

The Steedten innkeeper immediately walked out to welcome them. “You’re finally here, Mr. Orrick.”

The middle-aged man was named Orrick Doyle, and he was an important member of Black Mamba. He queried with a nonchalant expression, “Steedten, where’s the Navien who killed my brother?”

He then raised his voice and roared, “I’m going to cut him up into a thousand pieces!”

The Steedten answered, “They had a meal then headed out into the desert. They left just a few minutes ago. You might catch up to them if you go after them now.”

Upon hearing this, Orri