Guan Yao tapped her fingertips against her knee, a habit she had when deep in thought.
Suddenly, the vehicle lurched violently, as if running over a hidden landmine. In the front passenger seat, Yan Xiao instantly whipped out the HK45 pistol at his waist, the safety clicking off with a crisp snap.
"What's going on?" Guan Yao's voice was as cold as ice.
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