The driver nodded subtly and changed his direction at the roundabout, swerving onto a side road. For a moment, it seemed like they had lost the tail, just city lights and traffic accompanying them.
But when they merged onto an isolated stretch of highway, the SUV reappeared—right behind them.
"This is not a coincidence," Ruyi murmured, frowning deeply. After last night's setup, she hadn't expected trouble to be knocking at them so soon.
Suddenly, a second vehicle appeared in front of them—a dark sedan with tinted windows, blocking both lanes.
"It's an ambush," Lu Zhi Hao growled. He pulled something sleek and metallic from a hidden compartment in his bag. It wasn't a firearm. It pulsed faintly with glowing glyphs, etched in strange, ancient lines.
