She better have had a lot of drinks if I were her!

Since Hugo had dealt with all sorts of criminals and felons on duty, he was aware that the gang he had just thrashed must have had some form of transportation. And sure enough, the man led them to where their truck was.

The truck was akin to a military transport vehicle for foot soldiers. It was just smaller and looked improvised to resemble one.

With Hugo at the wheel, Atlas took the front passenger seat. In the back were the guy they dragged along and Mark, keeping an eye on him.

"I didn't bring my phone," Hugo said sternly, his eyes fixed on the dark road. The more they drove, the darker the road became. He clenched his teeth, knowing that after what he had just done to the pub, he had to report to the police.