Yan Xiao's temples throbbed, and the dizziness from the electric shock washed over him in waves.
He forced himself to stand straight, his gaze sweeping over the sparse taxis parked along the street. The black bodies of the vehicles gleamed under the neon lights, and the shadows behind the windows seemed to conceal dangers waiting to strike.
"We can't take a cab," he said in a hoarse voice, carrying an unquestionable firmness. "The drivers might have been bought off, and the vehicles could have been tampered with."
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