They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 305: A Prince Being Chased Like a Thief

Chapter 305: A Prince Being Chased Like a Thief

His fingers froze above the screen. The air changed.

One car… two… no, more.

So many cars suddenly surrounded them, forming a circle without warning. The crew turned, confused, alert. Then Abuchi’s eyes widened.

These weren’t just any cars.

His gaze locked onto the dark, sleek vehicles gleaming under the sun, each one bearing a familiar insignia on the hood. Royal. Official.

These cars were from the royal garage.

His breath caught slightly.

“Uh… guys,” he said, slowly putting his phone away. “We might… have so royal company.”

Everyone turned sharply now, eyes scanning the markings on the cars

They froze.

Surrounded.

Everywhere they turned, there were black, gleaming cars, silent, deadly, and bearing the unmistakable insignia of royal authority. The kind of cars you didn’t want to see unless you were summoned.

Nnenna’s breath caught in her throat. “How… how did they find us?” she asked, her voice low and stunned.

“It must be the videos,” John replied quickly, his eyes wide. “I knew it. Sothing was bound to go wrong once those clips started spreading during the fight.”

Karen clutched her bag tighter. “What do we do now?”

Every head turned to Abuchi, silently demanding a plan, any plan. His jaw was clenched, eyes scanning rapidly.

Then it clicked.

“Scatter,” he said, suddenly calm in the storm. “Rember the letter. Rember what it said.”

A brief pause.

“et there.”

Everyone understood instantly.

“Scatter!” he said again, louder this ti.

And just like that, they exploded into motion, darting off in all directions, north, south, east, west. A flurry of limbs and wind and desperate, strategic escape.

The guards inside the royal cars blinked in confusion, not expecting the group to move so quickly, or at all. Their hesitation lasted all of three seconds.

“Assistant Michael!” one of them yelled from inside a vehicle. “They’re running!”

Michael rubbed his temple in disbelief. “I can see that, you fool!”

He flung the car door open with a curse. “What are you waiting for?! After them!”

“But sir, do we go after all of them? Or just the two royals?”

Michael’s eyes burned. “What do you think this is, a field trip?! Of course the royals! Prioritize them, but don’t let the others escape either! Reinforcents are on their way.”

The guards scattered, barking into comms as more engines revved to life. The quiet market street had turned into a battlefield of pursuit.

Michael’s face darkened further as he issued one final order. “Make sure the others are caught. The fact that they aided this without informing the interim King is treason. They will be punished.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“And don’t forget… one of them is a baron.”

“Yes, sir!” the man barked, slamming the door shut as the engines roared. Tires screeched as the convoy split, each car targeting a direction the group had scattered in, north, south, west, and east.

The largest cluster, however, veered toward the eastern route, after Abuchi. The ring leader.

They didn’t get far.

The terrain changed quickly. The road narrowed, turning into a ssy path riddled with potholes, patches of broken pavent, and, eventually, a small slum trail. The vehicles skidded to a halt, unable to proceed.

“They’re heading through the slum side zone!” one of the guards reported.

“Then move!” the lead man barked. “On foot! Go!”

Without hesitation, the royal guards poured out of the cars and took off in pursuit, black uniforms flashing past startled street vendors, jumping over crates, and sprinting down winding paths.

Abuchi, dashing ahead and breathing hard, he took off his disguises since they were useless now. Then he dared a glance over his shoulder.

His eyes widened.

They were still behind him, several of them. And closing in.

“Third Prince!” one of them shouted. “Your Highness, please stop! You’re making it worse!”

But of course, Abuchi had no intention of stopping.

His legs burned, but he welcod the pain. It ant he was still ahead. Still free. Still in control.

For now.

He gritted his teeth and pushed harder, weaving through alleyways and skidding past sharp corners. His heart pounded in rhythm with his racing footsteps, and sweat clung to his forehead.

How long can I keep this up? he wondered.

These weren’t ordinary pursuers. They were elite guards, trained, disciplined, relentless. The kind of n who ran drills before breakfast. And worse, he didn’t know this kingdom. The city was unfamiliar and every turn felt like a gamble.

anwhile, passersby began to notice the commotion. So stepped aside quickly. Others just froze, watching in confusion and curiosity as a young man, clearly of noble bearing, was chased by a group of fierce looking n in uniform.

“Who is that?” soone whispered.

“Is he a criminal?”

“No, no… I think that’s Prince Abuchi of Lionara!”

“Eh? A prince being chased like a thief?”

Murmurs rippled through the growing crowd, but Abuchi didn’t stop to listen. He couldn’t afford to. All he could do was run, and pray for a miracle before they caught him.

His lungs were on fire. His legs felt like molten iron, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

He zigzagged through a narrow alley, sweat dripping into his eyes, boots slapping hard against the dusty ground. The shouting behind him grew louder.

Then, there it was. Sothing useful at last.

A run down building leaned slightly to the side, as though exhausted from decades of being ignored. Its tal fire escape was rusty, barely holding together, but it was there, and Abuchi didn’t hesitate.

He jumped.

Fingers scraped the cold tal. For a second, he thought he would fall, but then his muscles responded. He pulled himself up with a grunt, barely making it onto the platform. A few won sitting by a vegetable stand gasped.

He scrambled up the stairs two at a ti, the old iron creaking under his weight. He reached the first floor landing, then slipped into the building through an open window, brushing aside a dusty curtain.

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