"Very well. Have a nice night." Cyrus turned, walking off. However once he felt like he was out of view, he hid behind the buildings, moving along, but stopping once Zayn was in view.<span style="font-style: italic">Where are you going...?</span>He thought. He would follow him for now. He got a bad vibe from this man, and if there was one thing he learned, it was to trust his instincts. He knew he would find this man doing some nefarious shit. His stomach growled at the prospect of another meal.