No one dared to make the first move.

“What are you all so scared of?”

Leif’s fingers tightened around his gun. He lifted his chin, doing his best to hide the anxiety twisting inside him. “There’s so many of us. You really think he can just walk away?”

His men stayed silent.

Sure, they had numbers, but deep down, none of them believed they could actually take God in a real fight.

“Nine’s not here yet. If we don’t want any trouble, we should tie him up,” Leif muttered, pressing his lips together. He glanced around, randomly picking a few guys, then swallowed hard. “Come with me.”

This was their shot to capture him and hand him over to Nine. She’d probably love that for her birthday-maybe the most unforgettable present she’d ever get.

The men Leif picked didn’t look thrilled. They frowned, dragging their feet behind him.

“You go first.”

“Oh, so you’re scared, but I’m not?”

The same sharpshooters who strutted around like big shots on normal days were suddenly nervous and jumpy.

While they were creeping closer, trying to figure out how to get God tied up without getting themselves killed, the car door slammed open out of nowhere.

“Leif, God’s getting out!”

Almost instantly, the rest of the Falcon Unit lifted their guns, all pointed straight at the SUV.

Anthony stepped out, head-to-toe in black. He strolled out like he owned the place, not a trace of worry on his face.

“Don’t move!”

Leif’s hand shook as he aimed his pistol at Anthony, his voice unsteady.

Anthony stopped and just looked at them. Calm as ever, he let a tiny smile curve his lips and spoke in a low, rough voice Weren’t you all going to tie me up well? Who’s coming?”

Everyone froze. For a second, all their plans for a dramatic showdown just evaporated.

Was this some sort of trick?

Anthony’s eyes flickered with

something unreadable as he noticed no one moving

raised an

eyebrow. “The stuff. Throwveget

He meant the handcuffs.

Leif hesitated, then pulled the cuffs from his pocket and tossed them at Anthony, still not sure if he was dreaming.

If God really cuffed himself, that would just be insane.

The click of the lock echoed in the air. Leif and the others stared, speechless.

Unbelievable.

These weren’t ordinary handcuffs. They were made from some special material, impossible to unlock without a key.

What was God playing at? Was he really just sitting there, waiting for them to take him away?

While everyone was still trying to figure out what was going on, a sharp screech of brakes tore through the silence.

Wind whipped up dust, and under the gray evening sky, a slim figure appeared out of nowhere.

“Nine!”

The second Charlotte stepped out, every member of the Falcon Unit lowered their heads in respect.

She didn’t say a word. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, finally landing on Anthony-specifically, on his hands, now locked in cuffs Her clear eyes narrowed ever so slightly.